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6.7.2025
SUPERabled’s Prompts
ChatGPT command: Write a Story for 5th graders
Survey Prompt Results
Genre: Fantasy
Tone: Joyful
Setting: A mist-filled forest
Special tools:
Mobility:
• Vision: Sunglasses for photosensitivity
• Hearing:
• Appearance:
Character (Development) Building:
• Age: 13 years old
• POV 3rd person gender: She/Her
• Appearance:
o Hair: red
o Eyes: Hazel
o Hairstyle: Dyed with streaks of color
o Clothes: Fairy Wings, Magic Glasses that See the Future
• Backstory: Is a dreamer
• Personality: Good at School Lessons
Rising Action: Trying a New Skill
Conflict: Overcoming Feeling Lesser than Other People (inferior)
Climax: Not Winning a Competition
Falling Action: Using Humor to Make New Friends
Realization (I learned): I am a good friend.
Resolution (I will): Try New Things
Conclusion: I am confident in my ability to overcome this.
Title: Wings in the Mist
In the heart of the Everwhisper Woods, where the mist curled like ribbons and the trees hummed with secrets, lived a 13-year-old girl named Calla. With flaming red hair streaked in rainbow colors, fairy wings strapped proudly to her back, and a pair of shimmering magic glasses perched on her nose, she looked like someone straight out of a dream. And that made sense—Calla was a dreamer.
She didn’t mind that the sunlight made her eyes ache—her sunglasses helped with that—and she was great at solving puzzles, especially the kind in schoolbooks. But sometimes, when other kids showed off their athletic skills or cool gadgets, she felt… smaller. Less than.
Still, Calla believed that the forest had something special planned for her. So one morning, with the mist swirling low, she decided: she would enter the Mistlight Maze Challenge—a magical competition where kids raced through the enchanted woods, solving riddles and dodging tricky spells to reach the glowing crystal in the center.
“I’ve never done anything like this,” she whispered to the trees. “But maybe it’s time I try.”
As she stepped into the maze, her magic glasses sparkled, flickering with glimpses of the future—possibilities, not promises. Twisting paths, dancing vines, and illusion-filled mirrors made her laugh and trip and scramble. She didn’t run the fastest or climb the smooth vines like others. But she used her clever brain, her fairy wings for balance, and her glasses to peek around corners of time.
Still… she didn’t win.
Another girl, tall and graceful with glowing boots, snatched the crystal first and was lifted into the air by a tornado of glittering leaves. Calla blinked behind her sunglasses, a lump forming in her throat.
A group of kids nearby clapped and cheered—but not for her. She felt the sting in her chest: I’m just not enough.
But then she remembered something funny—the moment earlier when she had face-planted into a puffshroom and emerged looking like a giant cotton ball. She giggled… and a kid next to her burst out laughing too.
“You looked like a sneezing cloud!” he howled.
“Right? My wings got totally poofed!” Calla grinned.
More kids came over, giggling, sharing stories of their own maze mishaps. She didn’t have the trophy, but she had something better: laughter. Connection.
“I didn’t win,” Calla told them, “but I was amazing at landing in all the muddy spots.”
“You were the best at not giving up,” someone added.
And just like that, she realized something.
She was a good friend. She brought lightness and laughter, even when she felt unsure. And that meant more than any prize.
From that day on, Calla tried new things—not to be the best, but because each new adventure showed her something new about herself.
Conclusion:
Calla still wore her fairy wings and magic glasses. She still had mist in her hair and sunlight in her smile. And even though she didn’t always win, she always discovered something extraordinary.
Because now, she knew: I am confident in my ability to overcome anything.
SUPERabled 