There was nowhere else to turn. The fire was all around her, and potentially inside of her, and through the smoke she could see the remains of the airplane. Behind the thick haze and burned seats, a bird settled upon a branch and stared at her. Its blue feathers were not the most startling thing about it: that would have to go to the turtle it was perched upon.
She normally did not interact with strange birds who sat atop strange turtles. But, alas, she was out of options and there was nowhere else to turn. "I didn't mean for this to happen," she confided. "I'm an art curator. I select paintings to go in a museum. I don't fly planes."
It hadn't been her idea in the first place, which perhaps made it worse. Or was it better if it wasn't her fault? She navigated towards the bird and the turtle and plucked some berries off a bush. "These are safe, right"? she asked. As the bird and turtle did not respond, she assumed she was correct.
The berries were not that great, but they were breakfast. The girl turned to see what was left of the wreckage, the bird fluttered over to the carnage. It landed lightly atop a feather duster and stared at her. "Well, at least there wasn't anyone in the plane," she defended. The bird continued to stare. "Almost anyone," she admitted.
The girl picked up the feather duster. Beneath it, a tiny machine smoldered. The Career Advisor 3.0 was not, strictly speaking, a person, but that didn't make her feel good about seeing it's broken and exposed circuits. She had done this, perhaps, but she refused to accept this. It had to have been someone else's fault. "That other man in the sky," she murmured. "The one flying with a cape. He is the reason I swerved. He is the one responsible."
She wasn't quite sure of his name, but his outfit was one she would not forget. One she could not forget - for it would be her quest to quell the man who had caused her career advisor to meet an untimely demise. "You will help me, right?" she asked the bird and the turtle. Both were unresponsive to her question, though the bird gave her a quizzical look. "You will help me," she decided.
Before she could hunt down the man in the flying cape, she needed to enlist some help. The girl took out her phone and dialed the one number she swore to herself only moments ago she would never dial.
"Hello?" The firefighter answered almost right away. "I thought you swore you would never dial my number again."
"I had no choice," the girl insisted. "Something strange has happened."
"Good. Because something strange has happened to me, too. Do you know a man named Benedict?"
"Neither do I. But I received a letter from him this morning. At first I thought it was some zealous idiot trying to recruit me, or a sleazy good-for-nothing, but it is neither. Instead, he offered me items from his father Ezekiel's estate. A plush dog, at first, and then a soccer ball.
"Ezekiel? The Ezekial Marcos, the bui
The following challenges were completed during the writing exercise:
Begin Start typing to begin
Event An airplane crashes
Letter Use the letter B
Words Reach 50 words
Prop Include a turtle
Words Reach 100 words
Character An artistic curator
Event Breakfast is served
Letter Use the letter I
Words Reach 200 words
Prop Include a feather duster
Character A confident careers advisor
Words Reach 300 words
Event A death needs to be avenged
Letter Use the letter Q
Words Reach 400 words
Character A thinking firefighter
Event A mysterious letter arrives
Words Reach 500 words
Prop Include a plush dog
Prop Include a soccer ball
Letter Use the letter Z
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