I asked you about writing continuation to our story. The idea is to write a story together. We choose the best continuation and later we will decide what to do with it.

I received 41 of your stories. I divided them into 4 groups. Now we choose three the best stories from each group. Later we will choose the best one from 12 best stories. At this stage all stories are anonymous – we choose the best one, not the best friend ;P We vote using poll on the bottom of each story groups page. You can vote till May 13 12:00 am (UTC/GMT).


authors: Raff, Katarina Vidic, Veilan, Fruitspunch07

Mary is a single woman, about 30. She lives with her cat Thomas in her parents house. Her father died when she was 7. Her mother passed away a year ago. Mary’s mother always bear a grudge against her mother (Mary’s grandmother), that she couldn’t lived how she wanted to. She wanted to protect her daughter (Mary) from the same miserable life, but she couldn’t make it.

After mothers death the only reason what kept her alive is her cat Thomas that she loved dearly. But today is extremely painful day. She couldn’t bear the emptiness of her life in this cheerful time of year. She is tired waiting the day when death finally come for her so she decided to embrace the death herself. Climbing to the rooftop she noticed many people who possessed shining smile. “Ah, yeah”, she remembered,” Today is New Year”, but it doesn’t mean anything to her because she didn’t feel hope not even fear from jumping. She closed her eyes and she was ready to free herself from this cruel world but one word change everything “Stop”. She opened eyes and saw handsome man with messy black hair and green eyes like Thomas.

Sitting there, with a carefree attitude while smoking his cigarette.

“can’t a person have a moment for himself? Just when I am about to rest for a bit ” the man sigh irately and raise up on his two feet and light out the cigarette butt he just throw with his shoes.

“oi, woman what are you trying to do?” his presence surprise Mary that she almost slip off from the balcony.

But a hard powerful force swiftly grab her hand and pull her over, “damn it, I almost had a heart attack!” he angrily told her without realizing that he had her embrace in his sturdy chest.

Without another word, Mary tears fall from her cheek.

“w-what!? Hey hold on now. Why are you suddenly crying!?” he asked panicky but Mary herself didn’t knew why she was crying.

After a few moments, she finally stops crying while the messy hair man watches her swiping her tears with the handkerchief he gave her.

“t-thank you” Mary weakly thank him and now that she got a clear look at him, Mary was once again awe at his deep emerald green eyes.

“what are you doing here, lady?” his voice seems softer from before but he still have that stir look on his face “aren’t people like you suppose to be with their love one or something during this kind of day?”.

“I don’t have anyone” Mary softly replies “what?” he asked but once again he couldn’t hear her “if you want to say something speak up, I can’t hear anything with that kind of reply”

Irritated by his words something snap inside Mary “I said I don’t have anyone! Why is everyone else happy while I am at home alone with no one but my cat! T-that why I thought that I should just go and jump off this building but some idiot just stop me!” she angrily answer while gasping for air.

“whoa you got a serious problem lady. Just killing yourself for that kind of reason” he gave a weak reply that somehow piss her off.

Who the hell does he think he is!? Mary thought furiously.

Not only did he halt her from killing herself, now he making her angry.

That’s it! I am going to kill myself somewhere else, she told herself and quickly raise up and walks away before the same force that stop her from falling grab her “where do you think you are going?” the man asked suspiciously without letting her go.

“Were you thinking of doing the same thing somewhere else?” he interrogated.

Mary grit her teeth, irritated at having been found out so easily by a complete stranger. “It’s none of your business,” she retorted. “Now if you’ll excuse me—” She tried to escape once more, but the handsome stranger’s grip remained firm.

“Actually, it is my business,” he replied, tone matter-of-fact, “considering the fact that your dear mother assigned me the task of protecting you, and all.” Mary thought she detected a hint of sarcasm in the word “dear”, but was immediately sidetracked by the mention of her mother.

How did he know her mom? And what did he mean he was supposed to protect her?

“Look,” Mary started, all too aware of how close they were standing to one another, “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing here, but I don’t need protection. Especially not from a person I’ve never even met up until a few minutes ago.”

The stranger shook his head as though Mary were even more of a disappointment now than when she’d been planning to jump off the building earlier. “‘Just met’? I must say, I’m insulted. Do you honestly mean to tell me that you don’t recognize your own cat when you see him?” When Mary’s expression remained blank he gave an exasperated sigh. “It’s me. Thomas. I didn’t want to have to do this considering how long it’s been since I was allowed to be in my human form, but it seems I have no other choice.”

The stranger closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and in the blink of an eye Thomas—the cat Thomas—was in his place.

Gasping, Mary instinctively took a step backwards in surprise, unaware just how close she had been standing to the building’s ledge as she lost her footing. Mary’s arms pinwheeled as she tried to regain her balance, searching for something—anything—to grab onto, but it was too late. She could already feel gravity tipping her backwards towards her doom…

And that’s when the human version of Thomas rematerialized before Mary, seizing her by the upper arm and saving her life for the second time that night. Thomas’s mouth twisted into a playful smile, barely restrained amusement dancing in those green eyes of his. “Looks like you weren’t quite ready to die after all, huh?”

“H-How did you—?”

“Because a curse was put on me,” he answered before she could finish.

“Curse?” Mary echoed. She seemed to be restricted to using only broken up sentences in her shocked state.

“Oh, did I not mention it before?” Thomas said, cheerily. “Your mother was a witch who put a curse on me,” he informed her. “And you’re a witch too. There’s no time for dying now. This adventure’s just getting started.”

Story 10

Afterwards, Mary followed Thomas back into her house. She sank into the couch, trying to register the events that had occurred in the rooftop. “It seems that you are still in shock”, Thomas said as he stared at her pale face. Mary ignored him and listlessly walked into the kitchen to brew some hot tea, hoping that it would calm her nerves. She sat back down and drank her tea. Feeling the soothing effect of the warm tea, she started to speak, “First of all, thank you for saving me twice. Putting that aside, earlier, you said that I am a witch and that my mother put a curse on you. Why would she do that to you? What is your relationship with her? Why didn’t she tell me that I am a witch?” There was a brief silence and Thomas said, “Oh boy. This is going to be a long story.”

Story 27

“What adventure?” Mary said in aghast as she stared at Thomas, “Where are we going?”. Thomas just wore a mysterious grin as he stared back at Mary, “Well to find your mother of course. She’s not quite dead as you thought you know.” He then said as he looked at how Mary’s expression did a 360 degree turn. Mary could only stare at him with her mouth ajar. There’s no way her mother would leave her alone especially with a cursed cat as a companion regardless of how devilish his looks are. Mary was about to reply when he was cut off by Thomas, “I know this seems surreal but it’s true, and I know since the curse hadn’t really came off of me” then transforming himself to his cat persona then back again to being human. “But why…” Mary said, for once feeling utterly lost and dejected. “That’s what i was wondering also” Thomas’ expression turned soft  before turning grim and  saying “Disappearing on me without lifting up the curse.”

Story 7

As we walk back to my parents house. Mary slapped herself multiple times, trying to wake up from what she thought was a hilarious dream.”Just to let you know, you ain’t dreaming. This is reality.” Thomas claimed. “I don’t understand,” Mary exclaimed, “What did you mean by “this adventure’s just getting started” said Mary. ” It would be a waste of time and brain trying to explain everything to you in words,” Thomas lighted his cigar as he speaks.”look, I’ll show you all the answers you seeks for once we’re back at your mother’s place.” Thomas said as he slowly exhales smoke from his nostrils. The rest of the trip was composed of awkward silence and Mary complaining about Thomas not letting her suicide in a comedic manner.

Story 32

“Yeah,” Mary said absently. “Sure.”
Thought very surprised, she was a witch?! Really?!
“Why my mother put a course on you? why do I have to help you?” said Mary convulsively. She felt like crap.
Now, she was thirty years old, a single woman who was at the marrying age. She had always hoped to meet an handsome man and now, that there is a cool guy, she finds out that he is only her cat.
In the past years she have spotted some of the town’s young women, who were around the same age as her, talking to cool guys in a delightful-looking, lively conversation.
In such a country town, which had hardly anything new, just the arrival of a young man was enough to make the girls excited and she had never seen the human form of her cat?!
Mary just kept to stare at Thomas. He carefree said “Can we go at home to discuss about this?“ She follow him from a short distance back home.
After entering in the house  she had a sight of this cat sitting on the sofa like a human, crossing his legs and holding cigarette with his front paws.
With a serious look he glare at her and said “Your mother put a curse on me because she wanted that I will protect you from other witches after her death. ”
“Other witches?” Mary echoed. She said also “Why did you talk about an adventure? Where do you want to go?”
Mary thnk back about her mother with many questions in her head. Her mother was a witch (?!). She knew that before Lydia’s mother married her father, she lived in an island and with the hope of a better life she marrying her father, who was an outsider.
Mary had never visited her mother’s birthplace.Even if she went to visit, she wasn’t going to be welcomed. Mary still remembered the stories that her mother told her, also those about her father, who had passed away when she was just been born in a business trip.
Thomas replied to those questions and said “We will go to you father place. I will take you to him. He will explain you everything and will teach you to use you power.”
Mary shake her head strongly and glare at him. Then she said “What are you talking about? My father is dead many years ago!“ Thomas in his human form drew her closer with his deep emerald green eyes so said “No, you father is alive but for several reason you mother took you away from him…”
Mary with tears in her eyes replied “ You can really took me to my father?” Thomas with a sweetest gaze nodded. Now the adventure is really just getting started…

Story 35

“But I didn’t sign up for this!” She heartily screamed at the top of her lungs, throwing her hands up in the air. “Just because I was in the verge of jumping, you didn’t have to stop me with some crappy fairytale!”

“What–no–I mean,” he looked at her in disbelief. “Who do you think I am to lie to you?”

“I don’t know… Probably some…” She scanned him from head to toe “…fairy god mother– cat. Right. A cat who just turned human.”

“Look, I’m sorry if I surprised you, but you can’t just die,” there was sincerity deep within his voice. “You’re the last witch in this world, Mary.”

“That’s not true.” She was breathless. It took a moment of heavy silence before she opened her mouth and finally spoke once again without a hint of panic. “This must be all just a dream.”

Without a second thought, she shut her eyes tight, taking strides backwards as she tripped over to the edge of the building in a matter of seconds.

“IDIOT, YOU–” Having no other options to take, Thomas had no choice but to go with the last resort– he jumped after her as they fall through air resistance; he caught her with his warm embrance and without hesitation, he pressed her lips against hers.

He just kissed her.

He smiled at her reaction–she was obviously surprised, having that confused look evident on her face as she mumbled some words even through the blasting noise of the New Year’s fireworks.

At the next moment, the world must’ve stopped because they were already semi-floating right above the cold ground floor. But… how did they even survive that fall?

“It’s called magic.” Thomas assisted her to get up with a helping hand. As if he read her thoughts, he answered, “Your magic.”

Mary didn’t understand. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you get it?” His green marble eyes seemed to glow brighter than ever, brighter than the full moon behind the clouds. “Your magic was kept within me for a year. But you’re in great danger now ever since I turned that magic ‘on’ the moment you jumped off the building.”

“You mean you ‘activated’ it because of a…” Still seeming to process the entire situation, she swallowed a lump of nervousness down to her throat. “K-Kiss??”

“So you believe me now?” His lips cracked into a devious smirk, “You’re the only one who could reverse my curse. In return, I’ll do everything you ask me to, milady–”

A flock of footsteps entered the scene. “There’s no time for dying now.”

Mary was having second thoughts, but suddenly, guns from all sorts of directions were clicking around them. Her ‘magic’, whatever they were called, must’ve attracted a lot of people who want her dead.

“Shall we begin?”

Story 16

   Time continued to past since Mary’s eventful meeting with human Thomas. After the occurrence Thomas had refused to elaborate any further on what he had let slip and merely insisted she go back to bed and rid herself of any dark thoughts. Despite Mary’s constant pleads to Thomas to tell her more, Thomas merely shrunk back into his cat form and refused to talk. Weeks past with no information and only sarcastic remarks from Thomas on Mary’s lifestyle.

Since New Years, it had already been three weeks and Mary could feel the hunger for information in her gut grow only stronger. She knew she wasn’t going to solve any of her problems by asking Thomas, so instead she attempted to settle the anxious feeling by going around her small apartment with a broom and dustpan in hopes that she might manage to find some clues during a cleaning session.

As Mary was cleaning her room, Thomas noticed the unusual amount of noise that was issuing from from below his typical resting spot on the roof and he made the decision to take a peek below to insure that Mary wasn’t up to any more suicidal stunts.

At the same time, Mary had just gotten started on Thomas’s corner of the her bedroom. There lay the his small cat bed and toys that now remained untouched ever since the event on the roof. As Mary was lifting the musty cat bed from its place, massive dust clouds formed and Mary’s throat itched and she felt her eyes sting. When the coughing fit had passed and the dust finally settled she noticed a sealed manila envelope resting on the floor that she had never noticed before.

Story 38

In a state of shock, Mary exclaimed, “What?!? You say my mother was a witch and that I am a witch as well.” Thomas continued to explain, “You see, Mary, you come from a great lineage of witches. The females in your family are blessed with magical powers. Your mother, for example, had great powers but along with those powers came great responsibilities. Your grandmother was extremely harsh and forceful on your mother which is why your mother despised her.” Mary collapsed to the floor in awe. Mary then solemnly asked, “So… then why did my mother place a curse upon you, and what do you even mean that my mother had asked you to protect me?” Thomas then sternly explained, “You see, your mother didn’t want you to know you were a witch. She knew you had extraordinary powers, and that those powers would put you in terrible danger. That’s why she sealed your powers away within that necklace with an emerald gemstone you are wearing. Your mother wanted me to protect you so she placed a curse on me to turn me into a cat so that I could be near you all the time without any worries.” Indeed, Mary had always worn a necklace with an emerald gemstone for most of her life. She had thought nothing of it until now. She then curiously asked Thomas, “Why show your true self now?”

Story 5

Back in Mary’s house, Thomas head to the kitchen and fetch a glass, pouring fresh water on it. And considering the long night that would probably awaited them, he grabbed a can of beer from the fridge for him.


-Alright, where should I start? Probably sometime before you were born, when your parents met. Your grandmother and your mother belong to a long and ancestral witch lineage, which can be tracked to more than 2000 years ago. Back in those days there weren’t only humans inhabiting the world. They were just one of the many races that existed there, and I must tell you, back then they didn’t even had the third part of the power that they have now.

Witches were one of the upper class societies that controlled large territories in what now would be Europe and Asia, they were the product from the union between divine creatures and female priestesses devoted to the care of nature. Apparently, these divinities liked the fact of having progeny with pure virgins that would resemble in some symbolic way the ethereal scenery of their environment. Anyway, as far as I was told, this race of male gods couldn’t procreate with their own people, so they had to take human women in order to perpetuate their knowledge and powers… And that’s how witches made their first apparition. Your maternal side belongs to one of the first generations, which means that you could be a direct descendant if it weren’t for your father…who was a common human. Humans as a low class society weren’t able to have contact with witches, and the tradition has been maintained for all this time, but then your mother fell crazily in love with your father and the problems started…

Story 29

Mary was completely astounded after hearing everything said by Thomas. Just when she is trying to gulp the fact, Thomas took Mary’s hand and starts running with her to downstairs. While she was running, all these thoughts of ‘unable to jump off the building, Thomas the cat under a curse, her mother is a witch and she herself is a witch’ made her completely baffled. But the single fact, that someone is there to protect her gave her a little hope to live on her life.

They reached home to check the truth about her mother and she being a witch, but then again Thomas was turned as a cat. Mary stood at her place and gazed at him in awe. She looked bewildered as she tried to comprehend Thomas’ curse and his transformation but found it difficult to believe. While she was lost in her thoughts about the curse, she started walking to her mother’s room.

On the way, her foot got caught in the rug and she stumbled & fell backwards. Without realising she fell in the arms of the handsome man again. She was mesmerised by the sensations and his direct gaze. They kept looking at each other’s eyes and remained in the same stance with Thomas bent on his knees to hold Mary’s body with his hands. He gave her a mischievous smile and said “ I’ll be always there whenever you are in danger.” After hearing this, Mary thinks to herself that “Thomas transforms as a human whenever I am in danger, but why is he turned back to a cat? Why was he even cursed to be a cat?”

Story 19

Both confused and stunned she managed to slowly utter the words “s-so were you a cat or a human o-originally?”.

“Really, is that the first thing that came to your mind after everything I’ve said?” Thomas responded in a joking manner whilst shaking his head. Thomas then took a deep breath and with a more serious voice said, “actually neither a cat nor a human, infact a rat is what I was. howeve–“. A loud sound of what could have been the siren of an ambulance soared through the air causing an awkaward silence between the two.

“B-but, stop joking, nothing you have said makes any sense. How could a cat be a human, a rat or whatever. Furthermore how could I ever be a witch? Mary said with a shaky voice as the sounds of the siren went past them.  She could feel her heart punching through her chest, as she anxiously waited for an explanation. Thomas then tightened his grip around her arm whilst leaning towards her.

“Although it might seem surreal to you now, everything I have said so far is actually true.” he whispered. Just as he finished his sentance everything around Mary began spiraling into a blur. When she opened up her eyes she was no longer on that roof top that would’ve been the end, rather she was in bed back at home.

Mary yawned as she removed the blanket. With her memory still in a daze she reached for her beloved cat.

“I had the strangest dream Thomas, a dream where you were a rat and told me that my life might actually have purpose.” her voice spoke softly. As she kept stroking Thomas she thought to herself, regardless of how silly that dream was it might still be better than reality. With the clock ticking in the background she was reminded to feed Thomas. While slowly moving towards the kitchen Mary continued, “It was a bad dream, a nightmare. I was going to be selfish and leave you all alone in the world”. Just as Mary was about to grab a bowl she heard a laugh followed by a faint voice from behind, “Did you actually believe in me when I said I was a rat?

Story 12

What! I can’t accept this.”Is there any possible way for me to live normally like the other people?All i want is to be like somebody else.I dont want to become a monster Thomas.Mary said”.Well..Mary..i’ve been watching you for a long time.Your mother told me that i have to protect you and she also said that i have to tell you your real identy when the right time comes and i think this is the right time.”Protect from what?Mary said in a curious way”From the group of people who hunt down your mother.Thomas said.”Mary..i’ve been telling you this because that group is active again.I want you to be ready Mary..I have to train you how to use your power but first we have to get out of this town.”Why did they hunt down my mother Thomas?Mary..the only reason i know is that because she was a witch.”Thomas said.”That’s the only reason!?Is it bad to become a witch!?Is it bad to be like somebody else!?Mary said it in an agree way.”Thomas..i want to revenge my mom.”I want them to pay for what they did to my mother.”Thomas..teach me all i need to know..teach me how to use this power of mine..teach me as fast as possible.”Mary said desperately.”Mary..dont be so reckless,ok i will train you as much as i could but please dont be reckless,we have to plan this carefully.”Thomas said it in a concern way.”

They left the town,they left away and they start there training.”

Thomas..thank you very much for helping me how to use my power.”I will train as much as possible to get my revenge.”Mary said.”You dont have to mention it besides this is the task  your mother give to me.Thomas said.”Ok Thomas..lets train harder and harder.”

While they were in training.Something happens that they dont expect.”

Thomas..who’s that guy?”Mary said.”Mary be careful..that guy is one of the group who hunt down your mother.”Thomas said.” that’s the daughter of that insolent witch hehehe..dont well see your mother in hell after i kill you.”Guy said.”Now..this is the time..i can finally revenge my mother now.”Mary said desperately.”Hey Mary you idiot..dont be reckless.”Thomas said.”

And they started fighting….

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