Aesthetic Writing Club Application

How Active Are You?

I’m usually online at least once a day.

Why Do You Want To ?

Writing is one of my ions, and as much as I love writing by my own rules, my own mind, and my own heart, having something to follow and having a bunch of ideas come to my mind by just seeing one picture or phrase or something, is really fun sometimes.

What Is Your Aesthetic?

As of late, my main aesthetic has been very pure. Just bright, heavenly, shiny, ethereal...purity, I guess. Lots of white. Feathers, sparkles, stars, clouds, stuff like that.

Write A Story Based On One Of The Images Below.

Her Friends Are The Crows

Raven Rose-Mallory was the creepiest person in the village. Though she was just 14 years old, she somehow managed to freak out anyone who laid their eyes upon her. She was so pale that her skin looked like it had a couple layers of pure white paint covering it, but if you got close enough, you could see that it was for sure her actual skin color.

If that didn’t scare people enough, her hair was as dark as the midnight sky, completely jet black. That’s mostly what she wore too, black. But if you’re lucky you might see her wearing a white graphic tee or leggings with a smidge of color on them. Most likely they were forced upon her by her parents, who very much accepted that she was how she was, but also tried to get her into other things occasionally. Albeit, usually you couldn’t see her outside much. During the daytime she was either in her house or somewhere out in the woods on the hill behind her house, shaded from the sun. Then at nighttime or when it was cloudy, she’d sit on the roof of her house which she accessed from her bedroom window, and talk to crows, yes, the birds, while they perched around her. Because that’s normal.

Though the girl was frail looking, petite in stature, and somehow even had a sliver of a dainty posture and frame, nobody of 18 or younger dared go near her. Frankly, everyone thought she was a weirdo, lunatic, that there was something severely wrong with her. The thing was, not many people have actually talked to her. And I don’t mean the variety of insults that get thrown her way by ing adolescents, which she doesn’t respond to anyways. But an actual conversation, face to face and paying absolute attention to each other, talking.

Alas, as I have already mentioned, nobody approaches within a 15 feet radius of her, not unless they’re speeding past on their bicycles trying to soak her in mud and leave her in their dust. Nobody has ever seen her show any emotion, heck, nobody knows what color her eyes are because, depending on who you ask, it varies from dark brown to icy blue.

The first time I ever talked to her was last spring, near the time Raven and her family had just moved in. My mother wanted to make friends, and when she heard that the Rose-Mallorys had a daughter my age, she finally had a reason to drag me along with her.

When we were first invited inside, Raven was simply sitting on the chesterfield, a little bag of dark chocolates in her lap while watching something on TV. She didn’t even make one move to talk to us, or even acknowledge our existence. When I glanced up at the TV, I realized she was watching a nature documentary on crows. Quite an odd choice of animal, but I didn’t pay too much mind to it.

Since the Rose-Mallorys had insisted we have supper with them, we’d ended up staying longer than I’d really wanted to. Raven didn’t move until her dad ushered her to the dinning table with the rest of us, and of course, she had to sit in the chair right across from me on the the other side of the table. Giving her a full view of me, antisocial, geeky, acne-covered Imogene Macmurray.

“So, what’s your na-“ before I even finished the sentence, she immediately cut me off, staring into my soul with her narrow, tired looking gray eyes.

“Sorry, the crows told me not to talk to you.” She muttered, her voice softer than I’d imagined, but it was pretty deep, compared to mine at least. It took me a couple seconds to what she said, when I did, I was thoroughly freaked out.

What, the actual...heck.

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