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This is 200 words, says unlimited but only lets u write 200. I had nearly 15000 and I thought I could do it in one go. Then I submitted the first 200, and on original it literally showed words in red. I went to corrected, but the words in red were exactly the same. This is what I wrote in the text box Starlit World
By Alice Wu
Chapter One
Where the Sea Meets Tomorrow
The first thing I, Suni Bell, noticed was the light.
It lay upon the sea with such impossible tenderness that, for one bewildering moment, I wondered if the sun had fallen into the water sometime before dawn and simply decided never to leave. The ocean shimmered beneath the afternoon sky, every gentle swell gathering ribbons of silver before releasing them again in slow, liquid sighs. It was not the restless, slate-grey sea I had known all my life. This water seemed awake. It breathed. It glittered. It held the sky so perfectly that the horizon dissolved into a haze where blue became blue, and no eye could tell where the heavens ended and the world began.
I leaned further over the polished railing, the wind threading cool fingers through my hair.
“I made it.”
The words escaped as little more than a breath.
Then, unable to stop myself, I laughed—a bright, astonished laugh that was immediately stolen by the sea breeze.
“I actually made it.”
For months, Florielle had existed only in maps copied by candlelight, faded travellers’ journals, and impossible stories whispered by merchants who always smiled as though they knew more than they intended to say. I had imagined it a thousand different ways, each dream grander than the last.
None of them had come close.
The island rose from the sea like a forgotten kingdom remembered by the stars.
Its shoreline curved in one sweeping crescent of dazzling white, the beaches so luminous they seemed woven from powdered pearls instead of sand. The sunlight did not merely fall upon them—it settled there, glowing softly, as though every grain held a fragment of the moon within it. Waves rolled ashore in slow, crystalline ribbons, leaving fleeting mirrors upon the silk-smooth shore before slipping back into the endless blue.
I could almost feel it beneath my feet.
Warm.
Soft.
Weightless.
Without meaning to, I closed her eyes.
Immediately, another world unfolded inside my mind.
I was running.
Not walking.
Not hurrying.
Running because there was nothing left to run from.
My bare feet skimmed across the white sand, leaving fleeting footprints that the sea eagerly gathered into itself. A dress of pale blue lace danced around me, delicate enough to catch every wandering breeze. Tiny embroidered crescent moons shimmered along its hem, and translucent ribbons fluttered behind me like wisps of morning mist.
My hair was untied, apart from a single griffin feather that hung down on the silky, tenebrous strands.
I had never dared leave it that way before. I treasured my ebony hair.
Now it streamed freely behind me, black as midnight against the endless brightness of the shore.
I giggled.
Not because anything was funny.
Simply because I could.
No frightened glances.
No whispers carried beneath people’s breath.
No children pulled gently away by nervous parents.
No doors quietly closing as she passed.
Only the sea.
The wind.
The endless sky.
By Alice Wu
Chapter One
Where the Sea Meets Tomorrow
The first thing I, Suni Bell, noticed was the light.
It lay upon the sea with such impossible tenderness that, for one bewildering moment, I wondered if the sun had fallen into the water sometime before dawn and simply decided never to leave. The ocean shimmered beneath the afternoon sky, every gentle swell gathering ribbons of silver before releasing them again in slow, liquid sighs. It was not the restless, slate-grey sea I had known all my life. This water seemed awake. It breathed. It glittered. It held the sky so perfectly that the horizon dissolved into a haze where blue became blue, and no eye could tell where the heavens ended and the world began.
I leaned further over the polished railing, the wind threading cool fingers through my hair.
“I made it.”
The words escaped as little more than a breath.
Then, unable to stop myself, I laughed—a bright, astonished laugh that was immediately stolen by the sea breeze.
“I actually made it.”
For months, Florielle had existed only in maps copied by candlelight, faded travellers’ journals, and impossible stories whispered by merchants who always smiled as though they knew more than they intended to say. I had imagined it a thousand different ways, each dream grander than the last.
None of them had come close.
The island rose from the sea like a forgotten kingdom remembered by the stars.
Its shoreline curved in one sweeping crescent of dazzling white, the beaches so luminous they seemed woven from powdered pearls instead of sand. The sunlight did not merely fall upon them—it settled there, glowing softly, as though every grain held a fragment of the moon within it. Waves rolled ashore in slow, crystalline ribbons, leaving fleeting mirrors upon the silk-smooth shore before slipping back into the endless blue.
I could almost feel it beneath my feet.
Warm.
Soft.
Weightless.
Without meaning to, I closed her eyes.
Immediately, another world unfolded inside my mind.
I was running.
Not walking.
Not hurrying.
Running because there was nothing left to run from.
My bare feet skimmed across the white sand, leaving fleeting footprints that the sea eagerly gathered into itself. A dress of pale blue lace danced around me, delicate enough to catch every wandering breeze. Tiny embroidered crescent moons shimmered along its hem, and translucent ribbons fluttered behind me like wisps of morning mist.
My hair was untied, apart from a single griffin feather that hung down on the silky, tenebrous strands.
I had never dared leave it that way before. I treasured my ebony hair.
Now it streamed freely behind me, black as midnight against the endless brightness of the shore.
I giggled.
Not because anything was funny.
Simply because I could.
No frightened glances.
No whispers carried beneath people’s breath.
No children pulled gently away by nervous parents.
No doors quietly closing as she passed.
Only the sea.
The wind.
The endless sky.
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