[lunala.]

Username: aalex.
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[~Ash Wolf~]

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[maritime.]

Username: D-Send
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[_Alex_]

i just can't resist cx

Username: _Alex+
Name:
Gender: female
Prompt: i've always felt connected to...(water, fire, earth, air)
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[booklover789]

Username:
booklover789

Name:
Keisuke
(KAY-soo-kay)

Gender:
Male

Prompt:
I've always felt connected to earth.


Story:

The rain nourishes me.
The sun, while hot and fiery, hurts my flesh and bone.
Water destroys me.
I am nothing more than-

“Uuuuuggh.” He crumpled up the paper and shoved it into the back of his notepad. “I can’t get it right no matter how hard I try!”
Dairik looked over, setting his book down in his lap. “What’s up, man?”
Calcifer rolled his eyes. “Clearly he’s been writing. Get a grip.”
Dairik glared at him. “You’re one to talk, Mr. Oblivious To Basically Everything.”
Keisuke broke the tension. “I can’t get this poem right. I keep trying to explain this neat idea I have, but I just can’t…put it into words.”
Calcifer sniggered. “We can’t word good.”
Dairik stared at the ceiling in annoyance. “I’m the English major, here. Speak for yourself, college dropout Cal.”
“At least I have a job,” he threw back, tossing his head haughtily.
Keisuke slammed shut the book he’d been writing in, grabbed his pencils, and darted outside. He sensed his roommates' bickering would quickly lead to them getting into a fight, so he decided he’d stay away until they cooled down.
He followed the winding dirt path through the trees, eventually reaching his favorite spot. He sat on the fallen log that rested less than a foot away from the babbling brook that ran through the forest. Keisuke had found the spot within the first week of exploring the area around the house he and his two roommates were renting together. Dairik had just gotten accepted into college and was doing his best to better his life. Calcifer had quit college long ago and had just gotten kicked out of yet another support group his parents kept paying him to attend for his “attitude problems,” as they called them. Keisuke sighed in relief to get away from their bickering. Dairik had his nice, fluid moments, but at times he could be harsh and cold. Calcifer was always hot, like burning coals, and had a temper that could flare up at the worst possible times. Pippa, the fourth roommate, wasn’t around often – she flitted about, frequently travelling and never staying in one place for too long. She usually kept the peace, seeing as she was Dairik’s older sister, but without her there to keep things in check, it was hard to keep everything under wraps.
Keisuke suddenly had a thought. He was so enthralled by this idea that he spoke aloud. “Pippa’s the air and wind. Calcifer’s the fire. Dairik’s the water. If that’s what they are, then what am I?”
And suddenly, he got an idea for his poem. He began to write.

The rain nourishes me.
The sun, while hot and fiery, still gives me light enough to grow.
The wind drifts through my fur and makes me feel alive.
My roots spread through the soil as I get older.
My claws dig into earth and I finally feel
Peace.

Keisuke smiled and closed the book, finally accomplishing his goal.

(499/500)


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Keisuke yawned, stretching in the sunlight filtering through the trees. He felt calm and at peace as he looked around the forest as light threw dappled shadows onto the dirt floor. His ears flicked around, locating the birds filling the air with song. They shifted slightly, sensing the babbling brook cheerfully cascading down the slippery rocks in the distance. He stood, feeling the dirt shift beneath his weight and seep in-between his paw-pads and beneath his claws. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light, small sunbeams alighting on dust particles floating through the still morning air. He smelled the air and nodded – food wasn’t too far away, and was scurrying in the undergrowth. He smiled to himself, completely at peace. He wished he could stay here forever, one with the forest. With a sigh, he stepped forward, knowing that he’d have to leave and get his duties for the day completed. With a glance over his shoulder, he promised he’d come back again, sometime in the not-too-distant future.

(170/170)

[alphatoros]

Username: alphatoros
Name: Cadmus
Gender: Male
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[Saberblush]

Username: LEEaboo
Name: Kusamai
Gender: Male
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[WesleyHearts]

Username: WesleyHearts
Name: Kass
Gender: Male
Prompt: I've always felt connected to ___.
Story:

As the rain trickled down, coming to a slow stop, Kass finally deemed it safe enough to wander out. He shuffled on his way as he felt eyes staring him down, not judging, just... confused. He politely nodded as he passed the other viscets out for their walks or errands. He finally came to the last stop on his shopping list. He dreaded this one. Taking a deep breath, Kass stepped into the shop.

"Kass, my boy, great to see you! I was worried I wouldn't see you at all today with these scattered downpours we've been having!" The clerk, whose name escaped him, waddled over and gave him a firm pat on the back. "How are you faring this evening? Looking for anything special, or are you here for the usual?" Kass hardly looked up, but the old clerk's eyes were searching him.

"The usual," he muttered. The flamboyant type always drained his energy right away. The only thing keeping him sane were the lovely candles adorning the place. Kass admired them for just a moment, his attention soon returning to the clerk and his wife, who had just appeared from the back room. Luckily the clerk's wife had it out for him that day, so Kass could quietly get what he needed and go. A few fruits, some dandelion greens, and he was done. He gathered his things, paid, braced himself for the humidity, and hurried out of the store. The walk home was not as bad as the walk there. Of course, he wasn't stopping at every other shop, but Kass was also slightly jogging. He felt another rain coming. A drop hit his nose as he hurried into his house, getting there right in the nick of time.

Back at home, Kass could relax at last. His home was peaceful. Soft lights, a few books, and so very snug. He liked it that way. There was hardly enough room for more viscets than himself, but that wasn't a problem. The others thought he was weird, anyways. And not even for a good reason! Kass shook his head. No matter. Lighting a few candles, Kass tended to his house. It was small, but there was keeping up to do. He put away his groceries, tucked some new books into the shelves, and swept and dusted the house. He might find someone who understands, once he leaves this small village. That was it. These viscets are just old fashioned, he thought. I'll travel far away and find some new folks and they'll understand. Once finished with the chores, he trudged around the small space, blowing out the candles he had lit. The everlasting clouds made things a bit dim.

He lied down on his makeshift bed, eyes drooping. His fatigue was slowly overtaking him as he lie there. One last thought passed his mind before he fell asleep. Those other folk, they'll understand. They'll understand when I tell them that I've always felt connected to fire... not water... (500/500)

[universal song]

user: flamed_writer

name: Arran

gender: male

prompt: That's when I knew it had to end.

story: Arran was dead tired, and his head pounded, rhythmic, against his skull. He laid in a cave full of nothing but old rags and jars. The cool stone was soothing yet uncomfortable. Late into the night he had been working, pushed to his limit. Just because he was different looking, his boss assumed he was invincible. Wrong. Bruises and cuts scattered his body and his legs felt like they were made of jello. Closing his eyes, he feel into darkness before he had to get up again.

Cold water splashed against Arran's face, causing him to cough and splutter. Jumping to his feet despite their ache, he whirled around and growled, startled. "What are you doing here?" He asked his boss, a old tough viscet who never seemed to smile and had cold eyes. "Your late." The cool voice of his boss answered. Rolling his eyes, he relaxed with a sigh. "I'm not that late. You pushed me to hard yesterday." He was losing his patience, and his voice had an edge. "Nonsense. I didn't push you hard enough." They snapped with a warning glare before leading the way out of his home. Huffing, he tromped after them, tail dragging in the dirt.

"Come on!" His boss screamed. "That log ain't gonna move it's self!" Arran struggled a losing battle with gravity. The log he was trying to move uphill wouldn't budge, and the rain splattering his fur wasn't helping. He was coated in mud and dripping wet. At the moment his head was against the rain slicked log, using his it like a battering ram. A crack of thunder shocked him and he slipped, sliding a few feet away in the mud. "Get back up! Get back up!" A scream echoed in his ears. He just wanted to sleep. His eyes slowly slid closed and then there was nothing.

Arran woke up with a jolt. He was lying in soft sheepskins, something he never had the pleasure of owning, and his fur had been scrubbed clean. Groaning, he stood up and finished the cup of water that sat beside him in one gulp. While he felt refreshed, his joints still ached slightly when he moved. "Your awake." Turning his head, he spotted his boss, sitting a few feet away. "How long was I out?" He asked, avoiding their eyes. "A day or so. You look better." He didn't respond, instead moved towards the entrance of the den. "Where are you going?" Stopping, without turning around, he said, "Home." A sharp bark of laughter sounded behind him. "No sir. You look well enough to get back to work." That's when I knew it had to end. "No." Whirling around, I bared my teeth at him. "I have been pushed to long. I've had enough restless nights and broken bones. I'm done." As I went through the entrance, I looked back at my ex bosses shocked face. "Have fun at work." He walked out, heading home. Arran had never felt better.

(500/500)

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[Matreats]

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| U s e r n a m e | Matreats

| N a m e | Leithan

| G e n d e r| Male

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I wasn’t afraid.

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“So, you’re back again, are you?” The viscet’s deep, gravely voice grated against my ears and echoed off the dirty alley walls as he looked at me, a confident smirk twisting his face as he took note of my state of appearance. I flattened my ears and growled, locking his gaze as I fought to catch my breath. “Been having fun with the police, haven’t you?” He taunted, his ears twitching as he heard the sound of sirens and shouts in the streets.

“You know what I want,” I spat, baring my teeth and raised my head to his level. Sylvester Coy, more commonly known by his street name, ‘The Blitz’, was a devious creature, one who’s actions were meant to benefit only himself. One of the largest crime bosses in the city’s underground, he was known for his ruthlessness and tendency to end those who crossed him.

“I do? Whatever could it be?” The criminal laughed at his own sarcasm. His buddies on either side of him chuckled, obviously enjoying my frustration and anger. His arrogance was agonizingly painful.

“I want you to fix everything, to put it all back where it was before you intervened. I want my life back,” I hissed through clenched teeth. My chest rose and fell quickly as I tried to steady my ragged breathing, despite the frantic chase I had just escaped minutes earlier. Sylvester leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he seemed to consider my demand.

“Beg.”

“What?!” I asked incredulously.

“You heard me. Beg for it.”

It was too much for me, I couldn’t stare him in the eye any longer. I couldn’t stand to see the look of dominance that glistened in his eyes. I could hear the shouts of the police getting closer; I didn’t have much time left.

“Please.”

“What was that?” He asked innocently, holding a paw up to his ear as his smile grew wider.

“Please,” I repeated, grinding my teeth together and holding myself back with all my remaining willpower. Sylvester leaned closer, until his face was merely inches from mine. He stared at me long and hard, and I stared back, unable to rip my gaze

away from his.

“No.”

The second he uttered the word into my ear, something inside me snapped. This has to end. With a roar, I lunged for him, but was immediately tackled back by his lackeys. Sylvester let out a screech, informing the police of our exact location and called his two guards over to him.

“Run,” he cackled, disappearing around the corner as several officers rounded the opposite street and spotted me. I leapt to my feet and started running, the law enforcers pursuing me. It wasn’t fair- I didn’t deserve this. I could almost see Sylvester’s victorious grin as I continued to run. I would get him back. Someday, somehow, he would regret ever dragging me into this mess.

(500/500 words)

I wasn’t afraid of him.

He was going to be afraid of me.

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