"Come one, come all, to the place where dreams are made!
The idea of the impossible, of magic, is not a simple idea, not any
longer! No, here at The Eighth Wonder, it is all you could ever
wish for, full of the passion and wonder of a million lifetimes, a
billion hopes!" hello?
A television crackles away to static, as the old rust bucket of a
model powers off. The tape is removed, and another played. have you found my code?
"You wish to get away from a laborious, tedious lifestyle? Would
you like to escape to a foretold fantasy, of your wonderful
fairytales? Fret no longer! Come and join me, Oberon, here at the
Eighth Wonder, and find your job of a million fantasies! And don't
delay, we aren't hiring for very long!"
oh god why did i watch those
tapes?
As it fits, your life is boring and tedious. Whether nobody at
school or work likes you, you live like it's groundhog day, your
life lacks joy... Maybe these old commercials hold a little shred
of truth. Jester is the name of the ringleader; a jolly looking
young man who covers one of his eyes with puffy jet black hair that
drapes his shoulders. His movements are joyous and eccentric in the
commercials, and the smile in his eyes, on his face, never once
faltered. The show still goes on to this day, since around 1962,
though it's strange as none of the workers seem to age. As you
arrive, you notice your arrival is early. But it's strange; the
ringleader is stood there. Waiting for your arrival. He knows you
were coming, and you'll fit right into his circus. Just sign the
dotted line, how bad will it be? There can't be any hidden
strings. im worried for my own health, that
lion has been looking at me funny.
No underlying fabrication.
He stands with an oddly alluring, wide smile. His visible and hazel
eye glitters and seeps with ambition, and he leans on a
golden-handled cane. Jester seems to be the warm person he
described himself as. "Welcome, welcome! I've been awaiting you. I
know you've been looking for me - you want an escape from common
life, no? Well, as luck would have it..." He tips back onto his
heels. "...A few... Let's say, vacancies opened up, and I
can take you in. You'd just need to follow me." Jester seems sweet.
Mysterious, but.. sweet. Pleasebecarefulpleasebecareful
"This is it." thought the young girl as she returned the
smile to the man, the ringleader. Here I'll be safe and
free.Eris Everlast had been hiding for so long. So long
she had been the bane of the family, the bane of villages. Here
would be different. She just knew it.
'Oh, this is just amazing!' Starflower Calla thought. She smiled
brightly at the ringleader. She looks back to the entrance, hoping
that her parents were still there, encouraging her, but NOPE, they
weren't. She sighed. Her parents had never cared about her anyway.
She extended her psychic abilities. She hated using them, but they
were helpful at times! She couldn't feel her parents auras
anywhere... 'I might as well give up my hopes that they'll ever
remember me' she thought.
But then she remembered! She wasn't at her home, or her gymnastics
gym! She was here. With the FAMOUS ringleader! She pulls out a
lilac pen from her handbag, and signs, 'Starflower Calla', on the
sheet.
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀ ✿ Where
there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and
someone there ✿ ❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
He beamed a smile at them, almost far too wide. "I am so
glad that you are willing to take part! You can even read through
the contract before you sign, just be sure to sign your real
name on the dotted line. I dislike slipups so easily avoidable."
Because they mess up you and your
twisted ideology, you, you... Oh, I keep forgetting you didn't do
it, I shouldn't be mad at you.
Lucinda couldn’t wait to join the circus. She had been wondering
around the world for who knows how long, she stroked her young
tiger cub and whispered: “this is going to be our home. I can feel
it”
Then she wrote carefully on the contract, signing her signature on
the bottom neatly:
"Now," Jester tapped the cane on the ground, "I bet you
need somewhere to stay. You've been carrying something you didn't
remember picking up; a slip of paper. It has a number on it. The
number matches your room."
Blue comes tumbling in realizing he's a lot late, He scurried to
the Ring Master Presenting a blue pen in order to sign the paper,
and a hand out the numbered paper.
☆~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~☆
Hi I'm Sunny, I'm 17, I'm gay(MLM). I'm transgender/demiboy[female
to male/gender queer].
☆~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~☆
"I do believe you shall all find yourselves well
acquainted." He turned around. "Oh, and before I forget... Welcome
to The Eighth Wonder." And he left.
Blue's room seemed dark, with no light spilling in, until
you turned on the light. The room lingered with a faint floral
scent interlaced with the stench of abandonment, unrest and musk. A
wooden dressed painted white and with a large mirror positioned on
it remained stationary in one corner of the room, covered in a thin
blanket of dust, and the bed was freshly made. The soft pink
wallpaper peeled away at the edges in some places to reveal the
beginning spores of mould. An occasional plastic orchid lay
somewhere or other.
Blue starts to clean up around the room starting with the dust.
Blue started peeling the spores off and throwing them in a bin,
then Blue uses paste to put the pink wallpaper back up, and the
room looks more nicely done now. Blue sits on the bed and starts
practicing their power of telekinesis by opening up the dresser.
☆~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~☆
Hi I'm Sunny, I'm 17, I'm gay(MLM). I'm transgender/demiboy[female
to male/gender queer].
☆~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~☆
Strangely, a glittering item lay inside of the draw. The
draw's wood was scuffed and chipped, but the item still looked new.
A jewellery box? It was made to be a wooden box wrapped in magenta
velvet, splitting at the opening.
Having signed the contract, Eris felt her dress and was surprised
to find, indeed, a slip of paper! She unfolded it and looked for
the number to her room. She felt excited. A room, was she actually
welcomed here? This would be great!
A cool chill brushes past, as well as what feels like a tap
on the shoulder. Is something messing with Eris, or is it just a
figment of her excitement, her imagination playing tricks?
All that lay in the folds of the velvet and wood was a
silver ring, a black flower fastened to it. The flower was small,
and was attached with the same rhinestones that bedazzled
it.
Star also checks her pocket. To her surprise, there is a slip in
there! A number on the paper? Cool! This is just like a television
show!
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀ ✿ Where
there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and
someone there ✿ ❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀