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I decided to one more time divided stories. Now, we choose two the best one from every groups.  You can vote till May 27 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 4

Thomas grabbed her hand and in a matter of seconds they were running like mad through those “stairs of death” she climbed up moments earlier.

‘This is crazy’ – she thinks. But her hand was harm, and so she let him guide her to god knows where, hoping the place they were going would be so far away from the lonely and cold, cold world.

And when she was getting out of breath, he stooped, so suddenly that Mary found herself with her nose glued to his back.

– What th.. – Well, that was NOT very ‘far away’. – Why are we at home?

A gloomy place. There was not a better way to describe that rundown house, with a single flower at the doorstep.

Thomas picked up the substitute key she hid in the flower pot and said:

– Now, I guess it’s time, heh.

And turned the lock three time to the left. Why the left? She was about to say that when the lock clicked and the door opened itself.

At this point, the human-cat tuned around with a grin on his face, and green eyes looking for excitement on her face.

Time seemed to slow down when that stupid old door that refused to open and close smoothly every single morning turned bright red, and showed her a huge mansion entrance with all kinds of strange creatures running around and talking to each other. Then, time returned to normal, the live inside the mansion stopped, and everyone was looking at her.

– Aren’t you happy you didn’t jump? – said Thomas, still with his grin, and still with green-eyes, but now, with a tail and much, much smaller.

Story 31

Mary shot her eyes open then instinctively sat up from the bed; sweats starts to form in her face as the picture of the handsome man who claimed to be her cat (Thomas) flashed through. She took a deep breathe in then release it afterwards in relief thinking that everything that she experienced was all just a dream.

“You’re already 30 Mary, so dreaming weird things don’t suit you now,” she told herself face palming at the thought. Mary was about to move out from the bed when she realized that she couldn’t do so, it was as if something was holding her waist back from the bed. She didn’t hesitate to look down but then that caused her shock seeing an arm wrapped against her own waist. “What th-,” Mary couldn’t finish her words since the arm moved and released her waist. She saw how the arm went into hiding in her very own blanket.  This made her gape for an instant as her heart starts to pump like crazy. So basically, Mary was instantly frightened knowing that a stranger was sleeping in her bed. She’s now mentally panicking as how and why was a stranger inside in her house. It was nerve wrecking in her part as she doesn’t remember anything except for the weird magical dream she had in her sleep. She keep her mouth shut and reached out for the lamp placed near her, holding it tightly, Mary then hit the unknown person and immediately moved out from the bed.

“Arrgh…what was that?” the unknown person hissed in pain sitting up from the bed and taking off the blanket that covers the stranger only to reveal the face of the handsome man in her so called dream(?).

“W-who are you? Why are you inside my house and how did you get in here?” Mary stepped back still holding the lamp in her hands ready to hit the man.

The stranger who seemed to have recover from the pain just threw her an incredulous look, “you forgot what happened last night?”

Mary froze at the question, it was only then she remembers that she was actually planning to commit suicide until a man stopped her, she blinked and shook her head putting the thought aside, “j-just get out!” Mary shouted tightening her grip at the lamp. “Get out!”

“Wait…wait…” the stranger tried to protest but Mary didn’t bulge and still continued to shove the man out, “i-it’s Thomas your cat, you remember?”

Story 20

A witch?

Mary shook her head but in her mind, finally, everything fell into place.

Looking up suddenly she asked, “Well now, what kind of adventure are you envisioning here? Is it one where we go on a journey to break your curse?”

Thomas raised his eyebrow and took a drag from the cigarette he just lit. “And just what makes you think that I want to be broken free of this curse?” he asked, blowing a puff of smoke her way.

Surprised, Mary took a step back and stopped right at the edge of the rooftop, a smirking Thomas following her slowly. Trapped between danger once again and this unfamiliar Thomas of her, she trembled.

“Why, now does little miss witch want her cat back?”

Mary nodded, aware of how close his face was to hers.

“No matter what?”

“Y-yes,” she whispered, lips inches away from the cruel smile in front of her.

“Glad to hear that,” Thomas said, and suddenly all that Mary knew was the taste of the tobacco and the feel of the unexpectedly soft lips pressed against hers. Mary, felt dizzy and weak in her knees, closed her eyes to stop it. Opening them when she could no longer feel those lips on hers, she was shocked to see a pair of giant legs looming over her.


A glance up found her Thomas looking down with a smirk on his face, saying, “Well, hello there Thomas.”

Story 15

“What do you mean? Curse? Witch? Hold on for a second, am I dead now? Or am I having a hallucination?” She blurred it out while completely taken aback by his statement. “Hey, calm down! Don’t panic, you still not dead yet. I will explain it later but firstly, can you get up from me?” He said it with a poker face. “Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t realise that.” She was trying to get up but staggering on her feet. Watching that situation, he sighed. “You are such a problematic girl” he said it while lifted her up in a princess hug. “What are you doing? Put me down, I can walk by myself” while struggling in his embrace. “No, you can’t. Stay put or I will drop you.” Having no energy after being through a rough and shocking night, she stopped and just stay still. He walked to the living room and put her down on the sofa. Then, he went to the kitchen and brought out a glass of water. “Drink and calm down.” He said it with a monotone voice. “I have calm down, now tell me the situation. Who are you? Are you a human? Why you can change into Thomas? Are you an incarnation? What is the deal with my mother? Whatt-t…”Her questions was stopped when he put his fingers on her lips and continued “Waaa, you sure a talkative person. How long have you not talk with other people? Don’t always talk to cat, but please speak with a real human out there.” Mary pouted when hearing that. “Okay, now let’s go to sleep. It is time for me to change into Thomas anyway.” “Hey, you still don’t answer my quest…” She did not managed to finish her last sentences as he already lifted her again and brought her to her bed. “Hey, talk to me! Don’t just do whatever you want.” He put her on the bed and brought his face closer and closer to her while whispering “We will spend our whole life together so don’t worry I will answer your question later.” Shocking with his bold movement, she turned to another way with a blushing face.

Story 6

“W-witch? What are you saying?!” she exclaimed in disbelief. “Me? A witch? Please, I’m already 30. I don’t have time for this foolishness!”

Thomas let out a chuckle. “Haven’t you noticed? You have hardly changed since your early twenties. Your mother, as well, maintained her youth well. Do you not find it strange?”

Caught in surprise, she paused. Couldn’t it be due to other causes? Isn’t it just a coincidence? Yes, yes. This man is out of his mind. “A-and so? What other proof do you have? I am just a normal girl with no talent or skill. There is nothing special about me, so please find someone—“

“What a stubborn girl,” Thomas says as he extends his hand towards her. “Here, close your eyes.”

Irritated yet curious, she takes his hand. As her eyelids flutter shut, a freezing gust of wind passes by. Taken by surprise, she immediately opens her eyes wide. They were no longer on the rooftop. What was once her house is now flat land covered in snow. The night sky was dark and calm and the air crisp and cold. In the far distance, there was nothing but snow in sight.

“Don’t just stand there! Follow me,” Thomas says, grasping Mary’s hand tightly.

Story 28

Mom?”, as the little girl went to the bathroom, she saw her mom mixing something while holding a ball of fur.

“Hear my call, Hear my voice”, then poof, something is glowing.

“Mommy what are you doing?” the little girl asked while entering the room,  and scratching her eyes.

The middle aged girl immediately packed her things and covered it with cloth. Much to her dismay.

“Oh dear you’re awake? Its just 5 am in the morning, you should sleep again.” the mom said.

Yawning, the little girl walked towards her mother and saw something moving underneath the piece of cloth.Out of curiosity,she tried to remove the cloth, but it moved away from her.

“Am i dreaming?” she whispered.

“If you are wondering about what i am doing” giving her sweetest smile, the mother removed the cloth and grabbed all the things that was hidden under the piece of cloth.

“Happy Birthday my lovely daughter! Here’s my gift. Be a good girl always. Remember that mommy loves you” while kissing the cheeks of her daughter.

” A  cat! Thank you mommy! You’re the best!”, the happiness of the little girl caused her to hug her mom very tight.

” This cat will protect you always and heres my other gift too.”

The little girl wondered why is her mom giving her that thing.

“A notebook? What am going to do with this?”she tried to open the notebook, but it is sealed. ‘It is locked”

The mother smiled, ” You’ll know someday. So what is the name of your cat?”

” Hmm. I think i will name her Thomas!” then everything went black..

Mary opened her eyes. ” A dream?”

Story 41

“Wait… Wait! I couldn’t get you. Am I what?  A witch, huh?” she still doubted him, and she add “If I have used my spell,I could have a wonderful time like before my father’s death.”

He fastened his green eyes on her, “I know it was an admirable family… Well…listen, your mother also put a curse on you. She sealed your power to protect from your grandmother’s assault.”

“It seems you know something about my family well. Could you tell me what is happening around me?” She started to open up him.

“OK. you’re from one of the greatest witch lineage, especially your mother and grandmother were very famous for sensible witches…” He began to narrate.
“One day when you were four, you brought one forbidden witchcraft book from somewhere. We had never read it before, so we were captivated by its mysterious power. The book seduced us into opening it. All of a sudden, your grandmother stopped us and took it away somewhere. After the happening, she changed into a cruel witch. She ravaged her graveyard to deprive of the magical power for her ancestors. Then all her relatives who have magic power died of a mysterious death.”

“A mysterious death?” Mary asked.

“Suicide…” he answered.

“What!? Oh no! It can’t be true…” She was shocked because the cause of her parents’ death was suicide. And she was going to do.

“I suspect your grandmother was linked directly with those incidents. Your parents’ death is also…”

“You mean…grandma killed my parents…right?” She said it directly.

“…Yes…” he answered.

“So what made her changed? What does she want?” she asked him seriously.

“Your mother mentioned before her death, your grandmother is aiming for being Gaia.”


“The witch who completes collecting her family’s soul gets the immortal power. We call the witch Gaia. She can make herself the conqueror of the earth. I guess the way being Gaia was written in the book you found.” He replied.

“She read the book, you think.”

“Yup. And you are the last survivor in your family.”

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?”

Stories group 2/2

  • Story 35 (53%, 8 Votes)
  • Story 41 (13%, 2 Votes)
  • Story 28 (0%, 0 Votes)
  • Story 6 (13%, 2 Votes)
  • Story 15 (0%, 0 Votes)
  • Story 20 (0%, 0 Votes)
  • Story 31 (13%, 2 Votes)
  • Story 4 (7%, 1 Votes)

Total Voters: 15

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