Question

write a story about your friend going to a masquerade ball​

Answer 1

I read the postcard a third time, wondering who sent it. The curly handwriting intrigued me as much as the picture of a white owl on the reverse side.

I tried on my mask and looked in the mirror. The magenta feathers accentuated my straight blond hair. I put on a mysterious smile and held out my hand in a dramatic motion, turning to Caroline. "Destiny awaits us, my friend! Let us go, meet our anonymous host!"

She shook her head, looking at me through her golden mask adorned with sequins. "I'm a bit nervous, to be honest." She brushed a lock of dark brown hair from her face. "What are we getting into? We don't even know who - or what - invited us. What if he's a vampire?" She scrunched up her face and showed her front teeth.

Answer 2

Explanation:

Explanation:The heavy door swings open, the inlaid crystal windows scattering the bright light bursting from inside as it turns. My breath catches and my chest tightens as the ballroom is laid before me, bursting at the seams with majesty and opulence. The dance floor was composed of beautifully stained and lacquered wood, with an even pattern of miniscule glass mirrors laid within. The dance floor itself seemed to glimmer and flash with the movement of the many nobles sweeping across it. It was like stumbling upon a fae ground in the forest. Enchanting, beautiful, exotic…

Explanation:The heavy door swings open, the inlaid crystal windows scattering the bright light bursting from inside as it turns. My breath catches and my chest tightens as the ballroom is laid before me, bursting at the seams with majesty and opulence. The dance floor was composed of beautifully stained and lacquered wood, with an even pattern of miniscule glass mirrors laid within. The dance floor itself seemed to glimmer and flash with the movement of the many nobles sweeping across it. It was like stumbling upon a fae ground in the forest. Enchanting, beautiful, exotic…Feral.

Explanation:The heavy door swings open, the inlaid crystal windows scattering the bright light bursting from inside as it turns. My breath catches and my chest tightens as the ballroom is laid before me, bursting at the seams with majesty and opulence. The dance floor was composed of beautifully stained and lacquered wood, with an even pattern of miniscule glass mirrors laid within. The dance floor itself seemed to glimmer and flash with the movement of the many nobles sweeping across it. It was like stumbling upon a fae ground in the forest. Enchanting, beautiful, exotic…Feral.A servant approaches me and gestures mutely towards my coat and hat. He says nothing of the mask, of course. Nobody ever seems to notice the mask. Maybe they just expect it of me at this point; I do wear it every day. Even in private. Without so much a glance in his direction, lest it betray the trepidation in my eyes, I hand over my coat and hat. I’m not a fan of giving up my coat, but it would only draw attention to me if I kept it. I take comfort in the soft, warm touch of the fur lining as it leaves my grasp. That fur was that of my best friend until he passed away into that endless night. I spent a great deal of time and money finding a way to preserve this small part of him, so I’d never be alone. Shaving him was hard, but I could never make a proper pelt out of him. It would make me no better than these noble animals on the dance floor. Magically grafting the fur onto the cloth was expensive, but we all have our quirky investments.

Explanation:The heavy door swings open, the inlaid crystal windows scattering the bright light bursting from inside as it turns. My breath catches and my chest tightens as the ballroom is laid before me, bursting at the seams with majesty and opulence. The dance floor was composed of beautifully stained and lacquered wood, with an even pattern of miniscule glass mirrors laid within. The dance floor itself seemed to glimmer and flash with the movement of the many nobles sweeping across it. It was like stumbling upon a fae ground in the forest. Enchanting, beautiful, exotic…Feral.A servant approaches me and gestures mutely towards my coat and hat. He says nothing of the mask, of course. Nobody ever seems to notice the mask. Maybe they just expect it of me at this point; I do wear it every day. Even in private. Without so much a glance in his direction, lest it betray the trepidation in my eyes, I hand over my coat and hat. I’m not a fan of giving up my coat, but it would only draw attention to me if I kept it. I take comfort in the soft, warm touch of the fur lining as it leaves my grasp. That fur was that of my best friend until he passed away into that endless night. I spent a great deal of time and money finding a way to preserve this small part of him, so I’d never be alone. Shaving him was hard, but I could never make a proper pelt out of him. It would make me no better than these noble animals on the dance floor. Magically grafting the fur onto the cloth was expensive, but we all have our quirky investments.With my friend and vestment gone, I am faced with the h