Young Writers Society

Bluespell is a place never visited, and the people there never leave it's foggy marshland. In Bluespell, magic runs deep in people's veins, and at the heart of it all, the old stone well, mossy and worn with age. The people of Bluespell live peaceful days and hellish nights, for when the moon comes out is when the magic off Bluespell truly awakens. Recently, however, a popular amusement park was built only a little ways off from Bluespell, bringing all kinds of curious tourists to Bluebell's door. What transpires next is of the players choosing.





Here's a character template if you aren't sure where to start! Powers have to have limitations, and there have to be some tourists. If you don't want to use the template, you don't have to. It's just here in case someone needs it.

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[b]Gender-- Female, Male, or otherwise:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
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[b]Powers (If any):[/b]
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I hope you enjoy!

Corinne sat perched on the front counter of the Bluespell Inn. Sunlight streamed in from the tall windows at the front of the inn. Flowers bloomed in the early morning light, however, Corinne wasn't looking for flowers. She was looking for cars. Tourist cars, to be exact. Everyone had made such a fuss over the tourists coming, how they were going to expose them, salem all over again, and blah dee blah dee blah. Corinne didn't see what all the fuss was about. She thought the tourists were exciting. Everything in Bluespell was exactly the same. Except for the coven of witches who lived in the forest who sometimes threw wild parties. They were pretty cool. And besides, the new flow of tourists would help Annie and her maintain the Inn. Speak of the devil... Corinne thought, as Annie bounced her way through the heavy wooden door, tray of cookies precariously balanced in one hand, phone in the other.



Annie had been talking on the phone with a potential customer when she slid the cookies onto the front counter. Her younger sister, Corinne, sat on the counter. She reached for a cookie, but Annie slapped her hand away. "For the guests..." Annie mouthed. Corinne rolled her eyes and slid off the counter. Annie, finally done with the phone call smiled at her younger sister.

"More guests! Won't that be great, Cor?" she asked. Her younger sister was still eyeing the cookies cooling on the counter.

"If it gets you to make more tasty snacks, yeah, that's great." she said. Annie sighed.

"The cookies aren't for you, dummy." Annie teased. Corinne smirked, and ducked behind the counter.

"Why don't you go to the grocery store, Ann? I'm sooooo hungry for some baklava. Baklava is tasty." Corinne smiled, hands dangerously close to the cookies. Annie laughed.

"I see what you're doing," Annie smiled, "And besides, the grocery store doesn't have baklava. What grocery store would ever have baklava?" Corinne shrugged.

"Doesn't mean I'm not still craving it." she said. Annie sighed.

"Ok, ok, you can have a cookie. But only take one." she relented. Corinne instantly brightened, grinning from ear to ear. She snatched a cookie off the table and hugged Annie.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" she said, and she dashed off towards her room in the back.
Annie sighed, but smiled anyways. She gazed out the tall windows, wondering if anyone would show up anytime soon.

The fresh morning air streamed through the open window, as Timothy cleaned the dishes from yesterday night. Soon the air would be polluted by the cars from tourists but Timothy was actually looking forward to it. The visitors would bring money and, unlike the people in town, they didn't know about his powers, so it would be easy to pickpocket them. He dried the dishes and put his coat on, he never left the house without his coat on. Scar and Hobble, the two stray cats he fed already waited for him.
"I ran out of food", he told them, as if they could understand him. The shed he lived in was a little bit outside Bluespell and he had to walk a few minutes to get to the grocery shop. Luckily he didn't meet anyone on his way, the townspeople tended to not like him. He should have guessed, that robbing people wouldn't exactly make him popular. He smile dat that thought, as he reached the store.

Darrison ran towards the woods. Every morning he went there before school. He had a clearing of land where he practiced his magical powers. He never used them around others. Years back, he broke his friend’s arm by accidentally smashing his arm with a rock. After that day, no one wanted to talk to him, because they feared for their lives. Darrison ignores that as he lifts a huge rock into the air. He swings it around into a tree with several dents from previous rocks. A loud noise comes from the tree, and it startles him, causing the rock to drop.