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(Short Story) Paige and Gryph My name is Paige Turner. Yha, that’s my real name. I know. I know. It sounds like a pony name, but my original character's name is really BlueBook. Not Page Turner. Whatever. This is the story of my rise to the top. My rise to becoming a known and loved name. It all starts with What a Talented World! I love the idea of getting my voice out there, so keep trying and this might be my chance. I walk backstage with my pass that marks me out as a participant. All around me there are people making themselves busy before they go on. “Hi! You look lost. Do you need a bit of help,” says an angelic voice behind me. I turned to find myself face-to-chest with the one and only BlackGryph0n.
I was standing with my nose just inches from the chest of my idol! I couldn’t believe it! “Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh,” I squealed. “You’re BlackGryph0n! You’re, like, my idol! Are you competing too?” I
Memoirs of a Gryph0n: The Unfortunate Accident
Well, where should I start? Gryph gripped the pencil in his mouth, staring down at the page below. Twilight said that I should write my memories in this diary. That is until I can get the real me back. He lifted the pencil off the paper, staring up at the ceiling with dreamy eyes for a few seconds before lowering his head back down. I guess starting at the beginning of all this is as good a place as any.
“Scauden! Open the door!” A feminine voice echoed from outside the door.
“Just a minute!” Scauden shouted back from inside his room. He reached for his wrench, pulling it close with his claw. Swiftly, he stuck it to a bolt on the small machine in front of him. It stood about fifteen centimeters tall, accompanied with a maze of wires entangling around a large tube of metal, which ended in a sphere at the top. “Alright. Just need to tighten this screw and.... done!” He shouted, dropping the wrench in front of him.