Story Creators discussion

The little girl walked slowly, her feet crunching softly the fallen branches and dried up leaves. It was autumn and the forest was covered in morning dew. Her head turned upwards, her blond curls bouncing around her like a halo, and faced the sky. She had stopped walking a long time ago and now just stared at the morning sky as it brightened and brightened.
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Okay, so this would be the first paragraph of the first story. The next person will add another paragraph and the so on and so forth until we finish the story of the week ends.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had enjoyed those precious moments of being alone in the forest, ever since her family moved here last year. Daydreaming like this, surrounded by nature. And now all this was to be taken from her, once she moves south with her father. A forest has one great advantage over the sea.....there are less people there. If you move as often as Lizzy, you're not that big on people.

She was going to remember this forest for the rest of her life. Who knows, maybe even someday she would be able to return to its comforting embrace.
Whit one last sigh and one last look she turned her back on the forest, towards the sound of her father's footsteps approaching.
- Have you packed yet?- were his first words toward Lizzy.
Her father was a broad, strong man that radiated authority. He was, however, quite gentle with his family. Most of the time.
- Yes father. - Lizzy's reply came faster tan she could blink.
The two of them walked back the way they came, Lizzy's father leading her away from from things familiar.

The little girl just stood there for several weeks. After all, none of this depended on her own actions and thoughts. She was just the next imaginary character in an online message board.
Her story was at a hold, simply because no one cared for her. If she were capable of feeling ignored and depressed, now would be a pretty good time. Her story was never meant to be, duo to the busy modern life and the ever diminishing
ability of real people to keep focus and attention on anything. Why shoud she matter? She really wanted to turn back and at least remain in the forest for the rest of her miserable existence. Until they decided to delete her thread and end her brief run.
She had no free will though, so her made-up brain kept looping around. She thought her story would pick up and become something...anything. Good or bad it doesn't really make a difference. She wasn't capable of comprehending the fact, that she was just a reflection of human imagination.
If only she had the power to make her own story, be as selfish as the real people and eventually get to the point in her life where she can achieve this bliss. Cross over to the realm of real life and real problems. A regular imagination amputee like most people.
Turn her back on all the imaginary things she could've encountered if her "career" had really taken off. She had hope and was ready and willing to follow any direction, thus providing a small but significant escape from reality. Without even realizing it, she longed to please humans in a dog like way.
Providing the necessary distraction for the sake of stress relief. She wanted to be useful in a way a good short story or novel might be. A rich reading experience if you will. All in the major quest of keeping people sane, decent and entertained.
Having been only on the imaginary side of things, she was unaware of the importance of travelling between the two realms. If one spends too much time in the imaginary realm, they become alienated and their real life suffers as a consequence.
But nobody ever gave much thought to the other condition. Say a person is content with real life and has no interest in crossing over to the imaginary realm. That bridge was burned at a young age be life itself. People have too many gadgets and means of entertainment these days.
No one knows how to be alone with themselves anymore. Because real life could be scary at times, if you don't have the option to step over to the other side. One can't simply switch off their brain. She contemplated what it would feel like to have the ability to control your own thoughts and emotions.
She was quite naive, given her imaginary age. But she understood the potential, that she could do anything in the real sense of the expression. If only she could foster human imagination and fully commit, giving in to it.
She wanted to BEG! Get on her knees and pray for a life, a purpose. Something to do, become someone. One of her creators might compare her to the tale of the velveteen rabbit. She might become jealous at this point if she knew something like this was possible.
Being able to cross the border from the imagination realm to the real one, even if that means you won't ever be able to go back. Considering the consequences, would she take such a deal? Was real life that great? Sure at first it all looks so good, but then you get used to it. You become bitter and you lose yourself in your everyday struggles.
Eventually forget most of the things that make you happy. Procreate and project your own fears, disappointments and ideas to your offsprings. Why would she want to give up her comfortable place in this imaginary land to become real and slowly get her spirit crushed by people, who long abandoned their access to her home land.
She decided against this idea. She'd rather be left forever in her own thoughts, keeping the flame in her heart. Remain ready to accomplish her intended purpose, until the real people figure things out for themselves. If they decide she wasn't needed, so be it. She was willing to take those chances.