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 39

Mary opened her eyes and squinted because of a bright light. Where am I? She blinked a few times and tried to get hold of her surroundings. She recognized the bare walls of the room and the softness of the bed she was lying on and recognized that she was in her room. Slowly, she sat up, massaged a throbbing pain on her head and saw her cat curled up sleeping beside her.


So it was just a dream huh, Mary thought as she lifted the cat and put him in her arms and stroked his black fur.

“Thomas, I had a weird dream last night. I was trying to jump off a building but a handsome guy with green eyes like yours suddenly appeared and saved me, he also said he was you and I was a witch!” She said and smiled when she saw the feline open one of his bright green eyes and meowed softly. “That’s impossible isn’t? My cute cat can’t be a guy haha.”

“Hmm, let’s see,” a male voice responded.

Startled, she looked at the source of the voice and saw that she is now caressing the face of the same guy from her dream and he was smirking at her.

“AHHH!” She screamed as loud as she could. What the hell?!

Story 26

Mary still not believe it. All of this is to sudden. She is a witch, her mother also a witch. Thomas, her beloved cat is a human. Curse. Why all these strange things happen simultaneously. Hey..hey Thomas pat her back. Do you want to hug me? You always do this for me. No, you are nuts!! Mary yells to Thomas. Hahahha, I’m kidding. All you can do now is trust me and please don’t do the stupid act like suicide or something that can make your life in danger  said Thomas.

Story 34

Mary’s mind is in a whirlpool. .She could no longer think clearly due to the overwhelming revelations thrown at her direction – at the time when she decisively desired to end her life no less! A human turning into a cat? .Curse? Witches? She was so lost in her own madness that she belatedly realized that she was being princess-carried by the handsome man- who’s also his savior- down the stairs of the building. Her face turned beet red at their intimate closeness.

Wh-what are you doing??? Put me down!!!!

“You looked like you’re about to faint back there so I decided to take you back to our home.” His emerald eyes cast her a concerned look which caused Mary to blush even redder.

Mary abruptly averted her gaze thinking “Our home. Wh-why does it sound so endearing, yet it came from….. my own cat!!!”

Barely regaining her composure she looked at him with resolve, “In any case I can walk by myself just fine so could you put me down?”

Thomas smirked then leaned closer to her face saying “That’s fine, lady, but I’m not letting you run away from me .”

Story 2

“Just getting started,” echoed Mary, twisting her fingers together nervously. This sounded ominous for sure. She wasn’t sure that she was ready for something as big and exciting as being a witch–especially not if this was how she was to find out!

She took a deep breath and leaned in closer, gesturing for Thomas to continue. He obliged, his voice low and soothing.

“You’re a witch,” he repeated. “And you used to know this. This is the thousandth time we’ve met like this, but every time you forget. Every third midnight the clock tolls and you forget.” He smiled wryly. “You know, you forgetting everything every three days is making it awfully hard to find a cure. For either of us.”

Story 22

“I’m going to take you somewhere.” Thomas swept Mary into a princess carry, then nimbly leapt across rooftops. Mary widened her eyes in disbelief. “W-Wha… How—?” She looked up. Seeing the starry stars in the sky, memories of her life flashed in her mind. Thomas, licking her wounds for her whenever she got in a fight with bullies. Thomas, comforting her whenever her mother was at work. Thomas, the one who was by her side her entire life, helping in her times of need. She looked into this strange man’s green eyes and fell into a state of relaxed comfort. She took in the brilliant scenery that began to fill with color again, which reminded her she had never been alone.

Story 30

Speechless, then dragged her to her mother’s room,  a room she haven’t been to quite frequently since my mother died. Memories with her mother in the same room is flooding back to her, yet the words of her ‘cat’ is confusing her entirely. Is she really not hallucinating?  Thomas started chanting some weird stuff in a language Mary did not understand. The bookshelf next to the bed started shifting, revealing a door. Thomas gestured Mary to open it. So she did. Mary was soon blinded by light seeping through the opening gaps of the door. When her eyes finally adjusted, she sees a large laboratory, however it did not seem unfamiliar. Thomas was way too close to her,whispering, ” Do you remember? “

Story 9

WITCH? How? What? Where? (Why is my cat so hot!)

These questions bounced around Mary’s head as she sat on the floor of her apartment. Thomas was making her tea to calm her down but that would be all too fruitless.

‘Here have this, but drink it slowly it’s ho-” advised Thomas while handing Mary a cup of tea.


‘Well i was getting to that part’ sighed Thomas.

‘While you’re at it please do tell me what you promised on the rooftop?’ said Mary.

‘Okay okay. You see you’re a witch. Not that hard to understand to be honest. Magic. Wand. Funny laughter. You know all that stuff’.


‘Didn’t your mother never tell you to not believe everything on the internet? You see, that’s all false. A witch is a human who can cast magic. There is no green skinned whatever involved’ said Thomas.

‘But i guess you kinda do fill the grandma part’ teased Thomas.

‘But I don’t know any magic. How am i a witch?’

‘You have magic in you, you just need to learn to use it.’ explained Thomas

‘And how exactly do I use it per say?’

‘Ah yes you need a teacher’ *knock on the door*

‘And it seems he has arrived, Mary welcome your new mentor Professor Dumblebore’

As Thomas opened the door, an elderly man walked through with a striking gait. He looked up at Mary and smiled, blue eyes sparkling with friendliness. Mary couldn’t believe it. It was Professor D from from middle school.

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 37

Mary is at loss for words, after discovering the truth behind her mother’s identity and her cat’s human form, she was left in discomfiture and confusion.

My Mom? A witch?! And I have a cat who can turn into a human?! Her mind can no longer catch on the turn up of events happening around her.

Mary’s hands are trembling, stuck in her mindscape, she kept thinking about Thomas’ words over and over. “My mother being a witch means it has something to do with me as well, just like he said “you’re a witch too”, what will that mean for me?. Moreover, what should I do?! Mary gasped  for air to keep her composure.

Turning to Thomas she took a step back and gathered her strength to talk back, W-what do you know about mo—-.

Her words were stopped when Thomas abruptly grabbed her arm and walked down the roof, ” Enough of that already isn’t it fine that I’ll be here to protect you..” he said looking at the maiden with his emerald eyes.

This made Mary flustered causing her cheeks to go red. What was that?!

his words right now seemed rather endearing, and yet you’re just a cat….

Anyway, let’s go back now, said he

It’s safe there.

Story 18

That New Years night was the beginning of a long adventure. Then I wondered who was my mom. Since mother never spoke about her part or personal life. She was never home and when she was we only had small talk. When mother would leave she always said, “take care of Mary Thomas”. Her expression every time was that of a person heading to there death bed. Yet the only person who knew about mother was the person she hated most her own mother. Then it’s decided first stop grandmother house.

Stories group 4/4

  • Story 18 (9%, 3 Votes)
  • Story 37 (21%, 7 Votes)
  • Story 20 (12%, 4 Votes)
  • Story 9 (3%, 1 Votes)
  • Story 30 (0%, 0 Votes)
  • Story 22 (3%, 1 Votes)
  • Story 2 (0%, 0 Votes)
  • Story 34 (9%, 3 Votes)
  • Story 26 (0%, 0 Votes)
  • Story 39 (42%, 14 Votes)

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