One sunny morning, Ilovecats was in an English lesson. She loved English as she had a passion for telling and writing stories. "Okay class" Her teacher said "now find me the meaning of ambiguous on your Ipads." Ilovecats went onto wordhippo (the best dictionary/thesaurus in the world) and typed the word in. When she found out the definition, She noticed something at the bottom of the page:

New Story Writing Game!

Win Amazon gift cards by writing simple stories at Fictish, a new story writing game backed by WordHippo.

When she got home, Ilovecats searched up wordhippo on her laptop. She clicked on the link and signed up to Fictish where she wrote stories forever expanding her brain

At first, Fictish was everything Ilovecats had hoped for. The website was bright and cheerful, filled with friendly competitions. Each story they wrote earned them points, and encouraging comments from other users.

But what really surprised them was the community.

“Can’t wait to read more from you!”

Ilovecats smiled. They had never shared their writing with so many people before, and it had felt incredible to be supported like this.

The prompts were fun too.

Inside, a small group of writers welcomed Ilovecats warmly. They shared ideas, gave feed back, and even worked together on stories. It felt like being part of a team that truly cared.

Ilovecats closed their laptop that night feeling proud. For the first time, their stories weren’t just something they kept to themselves.

They were something they shared, and something that brought people together.

Ilovecats was enjoying her new friends on Fictish. There was only one problem, though. She didn't know who these people were in real life. Sure, some of them wrote stories about grand adventures, quests without end, romances for that ages, futuristic animals, and etcetera etcetera. One day, however, while she was in school, she overheard a boy from her class talking about a book he had begun writing on a website. When Ilovecats asked this boy, who by the way was a tall, black haired, freckled boy who went by EmperorAI on Fictish. He was one of Ilovecats' favorite authors. He always wrote Science-Fiction and Dystopian novels that felt like the main problem would never be solved. EmporerAI made a quick friendship with Ilovecats, and the two began collaborating on stories together. The new novel EmporerAI was working on was called, "The Artificial Empire: The Rise of EmporerAI." Ilovecats was happy to help make his story a huge hit among the Fictish community. They spent years writing books together, and over those years met up with other well known authors and newbies who had only just started and were making a fortune.

Then one day EmporerAI was forced to move to Paris, where his great-aunt was dying from liver cancer. He wanted to say good-bye to her before she passed away. Ilovecats gave him a Navy-worthy sendoff at the airport, a small peck on her good friends cheek. She knew that, perhaps one day in the far off future they would meet again in some coffee shop, maybe in California, ordering the same drink, laughing as the sun began to rise over the crystal blue ocean outside.

Ilovecats thought of her dear friend EmperorAI often, wishing she had maybe tried a bit harder to make him stay. That beautifully freckled face frequently starred in her dreams and she'd wake up thinking he was about to ask her what she thought of the latest chapter in his novel. She checked Fictish every couple of weeks in between her busy schedule to see if he had updated his stories, but nothing yet.

One day, four months after EmperorAI left for the grand city of Paris, Ilovecats was sitting in her favourite niche cafe that hadn't been discovered by the larpers yet. She was enjoying her lukewarm mug of tea, watching a movie on her laptop that was mildly interesting. While she drifted off and lost track of the plot, she vaguely heard in the background the door to the nearly empty cafe open with a jingle. "Dude, I thought this was supposed to be underground. No one should know this place" was her first thought, until she saw who had entered.

EmperorAI!!!!! Ilovecats had to literally rub her eyes until they felt they were about to pop out of her skull in astonishment. He was back! And nearly unrecognisable... His hair used to be dark and sordid, his features lovely but nothing much to note. Now, he was almost a whole new person. His nose had completely changed shape, from the straight nose bridge to a more slender slope. She opened wordhippo.com to find the proper definition of what she was thinking: rhinoplasty. And his hair had been bleached platinum blonde and fried to a crisp, no longer wavy but dead straight and frizzy as hell. Ilovecats wrinkled her nose, wondering how close he and his great aunt were that her death pushed him to such drastic changes. He looked... French.