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username: beachtown.
name: Akira
prompt:

He clasped his hand over his mouth, his heavy breathing now muffled.
The floorboards creaked as each step planted itself heavily into the floor, the creeping feeling of dread crawling up Akira's spine.

His grasp on his phone tightened as the footsteps had entered the room.
His sheets and blankets were tossed off his bed and the closet door was thrown open, the doors hitting the walls with a violent clank.
The steps left the room, and Akira took his hand away from his mouth.
Before he could attempt to crawl out from under his bed, or call the police, the steps came back, but in full sprint.
A heavy weight lunged onto his bed and knocked over his lamp, promptly shattering the bulb inside.
Akira shut his eyes.
His fingers crawled up the phone, and picked it up.
He tapped the button "emergency dial", and held the phone up to his ear.
His hand was shaking at this point.
"911, what's your emergency?" A voice said smoothly from the other side of the line.
The foot steps left the room and slammed the door shut behind it, rattling the house from the force.
"There's someone in my house.. My address is 77 Horns Lane" Akira sputtered
"We'll send a officer to the scene." The responder said,
"Stay on the line for us" She added.
"Yes Ma'am.." Akira croaked.
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Sirens whined in the distance, flashing lights following.
"The dispatch is here" Akira said quietly. I'm finally safe.. for now.
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[metanoia.]

metanoia.

"good morning students. i am sad to announce that one of our own, ecko singh, was found dead this morning."
grito jerked his head up. he looked around the room to see the rest of his class crying or looking upset. his teacher, was praying, her eyes shut tight. grito looked at ecko's desk, to see his friend sitting there, writing in his journal. umm, grito nudged ecko, scared out of his mind. ecko turned, only to show his eyes had turned into pits of deep blue. heckin heckles! grito looked to see if anybody else saw ecko. his teacher had fallen gotten up and walked towards ecko. finally. grito let out a whine in dismay as all his teacher did was stroke ecko's chair, where he was sitting, and cried again. ecko looked at grito from his seat and grinned. holy cow, whats happening? grito squirmed. he raised his hand and waited for his teacher to notice. "yes, grito" the teacher sobbed. grito shifted uncomfortably. "c-c-can i go to the bathroom?" his teacher could only nod, her eyes leaking a river. grito got up and ran. he ran so fast and so hard. he raced out of the school and finally looked behind him...only to see ecko racing after him. help!


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[SilentMelody]

username: SilentMelody | name: Wynter | gender: agender

"Who dares enter my forest?" a raspy voice hisses from the shadows, and Wynter whips their head around quickly to face the stranger. A ragged old woman steps out and narrows her eyes at them, silently judging them with keen eyes.

For once, Wynter is unable to speak or use their voice. They had only gotten lost on a camping trip, but now they would face the consequences for it.

"Ah, dearie, you're unable to use your voice? Perhaps it should always be like that, so you can watch your tongue," the witch snarls and snaps her fingers, a strange sensation simultaneously striking through Wynter's body. They open their mouth, and a croaking sound is emitted. Other than that, they are unable to make any other noise.

The old woman glares at them again and adds, "You may have some...side effects." With that, she disappears in smoke, and it wafts into the treetops before disappearing.

Since then, Wynter has been considered the forest monster. Their appearance changed drastically, along with their muteness and opaque eyes. For anyone who has set their gaze on Wynter, they are now mentally scarred and eternally scared of the forest.

Perhaps, in a way, Wynter is the guardian of the forest and the protector of the witch's place.

[002]

username: breezybunn
name: Henrik
prompt: Why can't I read her?!
Record scratch.
Ever since Henrik was just a teenager, he had worked under a man, using his charm and wit to take advantage of the naiveté of others to rise in increasing power and money in their area. In return, his boss would pay his family back in immunity and protection; Henrik loves his family dearly, and after hearing his brother had fallen ill and his mother lacked the funds for his health, they needed help. Henrik in his increasing intelligence and wit of the world and its entities, his understanding of how the gears in one's head turns have sharpened. He can read his peers as an observant empath, seeing all the things they have done and felt guilty for; ultimately giving him access to their sensitivities and weaknesses, all just by maximum analysation and observation. This skill comes to Henrik naturally.
Before Henrik's father became inactive in his life, he would take him to a family-owned Diner for breakfast every morning. It was convenient, local, and healthy. Nothing had changed about this Diner since his adolescence other than the necessary reconstruction and additions to the menu. Despite his father's inactivity, Henrik visits the Diner regularly. Seven to eight in the morning, every weekday, unless he's at a "business" trip. On a normal day, normal morning, a new waitress takes his order. Something feels off. She knows exactly what he eats every morning and how he likes his coffee.
Why can't I read her?! [ 250 Words ]

WORD LIMIT, SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEE-this was fun tho-EEEEEEEEEE

[Nhotemau]

username: Nhotemau
name: Bellus
prompt: Bellus was lost... She glanced around, trying to catch the sight of a landmark, or something...ANYTHING! She'd escaped the laboratory only mere hours ago, but there was nothing here, just open fields and skies. It was beyond frightening, she was on the verge of panic. When...a twig snapped behind her. Fearing to look around, Bellus ran. She could hear it behind her, crashing around, she dared to look. What she saw made her run faster than she had ever done in her life. Heart racing, Bellus tried to process what she had seen. It had looked human, but not quite. It had looked rather plastic and there was nothing for a face, nothing discernable at all. She had seen her look of fear reflected back from the thing’s...face. Suddenly Bellus heard something whistle through the air and hit her in the hind. Coordination went out the window, she felt her consciousness slipping as she fell to the floor. The last thing Bellus saw as she slipped into sleep, was several of these things surrounding her. They smelt like the lab...

[fish out of water]

username: fish out of water
name: Croke (pronounced Croak)
prompt:

"I’ve learned to see poetry in the blades of grass I jostle through my fingertips and through the pattering of rain on pavement.

And those hollow men are still here.

It's not the nights that scare me any longer, it’s the daytime. It’s all those times when I walk through those red streets and cold pavement and I hear their dried coughs of voices as they reach out to me.

That which sounds like rats feet over broken glass

Like trees swinging in the wind I feel them, those hollow men.

They sound like backwards piano and twilight when the sun just won’t come up- oh god I wish it wouldn’t.

Dearest, I reach out to you now because I’m on the run. I fear that they’ll catch up with me if I don’t keep moving. I write this letter in the parking lot of the gas station- that one that I smiled at you at that one day when you were wearing that red sweater and-

Dearest my time is up. The sun is rising and I can see the last few stars inching away from me now. I’ll call you when I reach the next town over, the next town away from these hollow men

These hollow lips kissing prayer of tender broken jaws-

Goodbye, Dearest. My heart fears for you too.

It fears-"

The letter, thrown hastily out the window of an old pickup. Loudly, it speeds away as a red sun rises in the nearby distance.

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[zero.two]

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username. Min-Yoongi
kalon name. Arthur (meaning: Courageous)
kalon gender. male
prompt. 250 words



xxxxxxxxxxx─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: * Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts. * :☆ﾟ. ───

xx why is he spooked?

xxxxxxword count: 250