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Prompt #6.


"I͖̪ͅ'̯̗͕̻̦m̖͔̱̹̠̭̝ ̘̫̫̦l̡̫̟̗̟o̯̲͉s͜t̤̺̟͢.͍̪͘ ̜͖̤͎͔͚̮C̷̞̺̠ͅa̶n̗̙̯̩̞̕ ̵͓̤̮y͎͓͉̫͎̟o͈͎͉̖u̦̞̣͉ ̯̲̠̦͝ͅh̴͖̰̳̣̹eḷ̮͔́p̷̘͙ ̥̼̩̻̲me҉̩̥͙̖͇̣͔?"



"... No, sorry, I don't work here."



Cody works as a trail guide in a forest.
He usually helps others who are lost, but this time he has a bad feeling about this hiker...

[䏠xote]

prompt six

blood had begun to pool underneath aeros's aching form, a long, red trail smeared along the grass. there were sounds of battle in the distance, cries of wounded and dying men. he could feel thace's grip around his midsection as he was dragged from the wreakage of his ship, the foliage around the metal engulfed in flames, curling around the craft to ensure it would not move again in the forest's dying moments. he felt heavy, a strange sensation in the pit of his belly, like he was floating. he couldn't feel his left arm, nor his left leg.

"hold on, commander--" thace's torn, strained words were laced with fear and grief.

slowly, aeros lifted a paw, resting his bloodied pad over thace's arm. he was slipping. he could feel it.

"i'm alright, thace." he croaked softly to his subordinate. "just keep moving. i'll be alright."

thace hesitated, but only to nod, before continuing on as aeros's vision began to fade.

"i'll be alright."

when fifa still knew himself as aeros, he was forced to lie about the seriousness of his condition to his subordinate so that he would continue to press on, and not fall victim of the chaos of the battlefield.

[Softea]

Continuing from the other prompt --> day 3 I believe?


The Lie.

Dylan has had to lie to Ares for at least a month now. Him knowing that his memory was to be erased. It was so tragic that he had to take part in such a horrible, awful, idea. Dylan didn't take part in it really, but he did nothing about it either. He promised not to meddle in it but that also meant he couldn't tell Ares and couldn't help P.D. It hurt his heart so much knowing that his friend was going to do that to his other friend. He knew he shouldn't be doing it- but it was too late. It was done, and P.D was gone, vanished. And Ares didn't remember him anymore.

He had to become friends with him once more. So he tried, and tried, and told him everything that he could. And it worked, they were becoming friends once again.

but at what cost?

[womp womp]

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→ Kalon Used In Prompt : Melon, Poseidon and Amber ←
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"Alright, one of you two have to fess up." Melon demanded, giving a sharp gaze at her two kids. "So let's settle this. Which one of you decided it would be a good idea to gobble up all the chocolate chips we had. Now I have to go to the store to buy a new pack." Melon sighed, and shook her head.

Now, Poseidon was definitely guilty. But come on. Why would he fess up, especially the fact he wouldn't be able to eat the cookies Melon was going to make, and her cookies are too good. Plus, it'd be fun to see his goody two shoes sister get in trouble for once. Oh, what a beautiful thought.

"It wasn't me, I swear! Poseidon even had chocolate finger prints around his room today." Amber retorted, pointing all fingers towards her brother. Poseidon winced for a moment, but stood his ground.

"Why would I leave chocolate finger prints around my room?" Poseidon snarled.

"Because you ate the chocolate chips, of course." Amber countered, returning his snarl. Melon shook her head and sighed once more, clearly disappointing that neither of them were willing to hand them in guilty.

"Oh kids." Melon mumbled, rubbing her head. "Even if you won't be able to eat the cookies I'll be baking later on, think about this - you already devoured a whole bag of chocolate chips. It's like Halloween but not Halloween! Just... say something you two!" Melon demanded.

Poseidon frowned and pointed to Amber. "She's guilty."

Melon exhaled deeply. "What am I going to do with you kids..."

[ 263 words ]

[chunkypeanutbutter]

prompt 6 - the sneaky lil liar



Sausage is putting all the blame on someone else for eating all of the cookies, but Sharai isn't too convinced that world-renowned Star Trek actor George Takei broke into their house, as Sausage seems to be very convinced is the truth.

sorry for the cruddy quick sketch, my hand is tired and I needed a break. plus, i wanted to do something a bit goofy

[yen.]

----------Day 6: The Snake
"tell about a time your kalon had to lie."
Kalons(s): Zero & Vindis

...Lying was almost second nature to him, easier than telling the truth. After all, most of his life was no more than a lie by now. A web of deceit, and he was the spider. It felt good to tangle up the flies that got themselves caught up in it, because it meant he was always the one in power. Always the smartest, always the strongest. Until he met Vindis, the only one who had outwitted him.

...If you ever worked with Zero, you'd remember him as a pleasant and charming man, who's smiles lure you away from the underlying vibe of danger he has. He keeps you on the verge between comfortable and suspicious--perhaps because once he's gone, he's gone forever. If you searched for Zero again, you'd find that everything he told you was a lie. The only thing you ever really knew about him was that he never failed to give you the results you wanted.
...Cold January sunlight streamed through the shutters, lighting the dusty room where Zero stood, tightening his tie. How uncomfortable, he thought. Bow ties had always been more his style. Brushing the thought aside, he heaved on an equally uncomfortable suit coat that distastefully covered the tattoos on his arms, and grabbed his keys. Zero got in his car and drove a ways to an elaborate mansion, one only someone extremely rich could live in. This was the residence of the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the country, who also happened to be Zero's former client. This wasn't a scheduled appointment, like before, but he knew she would want to see him after what he did. Of course, it wasn't that Zero felt shame. He never did. He only had to clean up the mess he had created.
...On the way in, Zero passed her kid. That kid, the one who had seen him around a month ago. Under normal circumstances, Zero would feel pity for him; Poor kid, he's going to lose his mother. But there was something about him that set Zero on edge; the sharp curiosity in his eyes, or how he seemed wise beyond his years. Zero hoped they'd never meet again after this was all done.
... But his hope was to no avail. The kid was there, five months later, right outside the door. It was unexpected--Zero had just finished doing business inside the broken-down old building, when he opened the door and met eyes with him, in his nearly relaxed pose, leaning against the wall. The first thought that ran through Zero's head was that he's here to get back at me for his mother's death. So be it--If they were to fight, Zero would make the first move. He whipped out his handgun, directing it at the teen's head. "Why have you come here?"
...The kid instantly panicked; eyes darting around, quickened breath, visibly sweating. "Relax," he said, voice trembling. "I'm not here for revenge."
...Not here for revenge? Then why had he bothered to find Zero? Besides, what edged him more was that this 15-year old or so kid had managed to sniff out Zero when he was sure he had covered his tracks. No matter, Zero would have to get to the bottom of this. "Why are you here," he repeated bluntly.
..."...How did you do it? The- the murder. Of my mother, I mean."
...Not only the fact that he managed to find out that it was Zero who killed her, but that there was genuine curiosity in his voice surprised Zero further. Of course, he couldn't underestimate this kid. He would have to assume he was lying just as well as Zero himself, for his own safety. He couldn't trust anyone.
"I didn't."
Obviously, he did. But he didn't trust this kid.
He didn't trust him, not even when he tossed him his spare gun, not when they walked back to Zero's house together. Not when they lived together, not when they worked together.
Zero didn't trust Vindis.
And that was the biggest lie he had ever told.

[King Andre]

day 6
characters: anthony, damian, victory, lorren
word count: 842
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"Okay we'll see you next week, be good for us, remember your chores and no more than 3 friends over."

Anthony nodded, smiling innocently as his parents instructed him and his brother. His father Damian was already out of the door, visibly excited for the weekend alone with his wife. "Yes ma'am," the 17 year old Anthony replied to his mother, hand still on the door waiting to shut it. "Have a fun trip!"

Moments after shutting the door he heard the car speed off and the teenager hopped on the couch, taking out his phone.

THEY'RE GONE.

He'd text all of his friends, who would then then text all of their friends, who would show up by the dozens. By the time they arrived, Anthony had already laid the snacks, set up entertainment as-well as music booming from his dads gigantic speakers. His house was perfect for it, after-all his dad's status and money meant large house had everything he needed. They part was well underway when Lorren, Anthony's younger brother hurried down the steps still in pajamas. "Wh- what's going on?" The blonde sibling would ask his brother indignantly, who was in the middle of a conversation with a girl. "It's just a get together, why don't you go chil-"

"jUST a gEt toGEther. There's well over a hundred people here!! I'm calling dad right now."

"Look just relax, if you don't say anything I'll do all of your chores for the next month."

"Three months."

Anthony begrudgingly agreed, and his sibling barricaded himself in his room until the party was over.

Around him, the older sibling marveled in the utter chaos that was his creation. He was intent on this being the biggest party in history, or at-least in the history of his neighborhood. In his eyes, what unfolded around him was exactly that, and eventually everything happened at blur like speed to him.

He remembers diving off the balcony of his house into the pool, getting into a fight with some guys over something he can't recall, and then leading a female acquaintance to his room for more quiet. But, as he awoke the next day (on the side-walk with high heels, a wig and lipstick on), his memories of the night before were hazy at best. A swarm of people, lights and music comprised his recollection of the party. Though he did have a vague memory of a needle going near his neck, he'd worry about it later.

He awoke with the number of the one pretty face from the previous night written on his hand, and her name was Victoria. Then he noticed the drumming headache, as he sat up taking off the embarrassing items of clothing in confusion.

"I lost a bet didn't i?" He said to himself, stumbling back into his parents house. The first thing he noticed was the amount of trash and junk scattered around, and then the priceless vases and pieces of art that were either broken or missing.

Lorren crept out his room, rubbing his eyes, "i'll have you know several people came in my room last night, as if i wasn't even there, i had to hide under the bed-" Then his jaws dropped when he saw the mess that became of the house and most importantly, his brothers neck. "When wILL YOU LEARN, tHAT YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES, yOU hell."

Anthony, having already known what would happen during his party simply shrugged, ignoring his brother who continued lecturing him. Thankfully, a couple of the young man's friends came over to help him clean up the mess; taking out dozens of bags of trash, sweeping up broken glass, putting things back in their original place and cleaning up spray paint. As for the paintings, he figured out how to restore them with a few magical spells.

By the end of the that day, everything was relatively back tidy again at his house, but Anthony carefully ensured it was a degree messy his parents would expect from him. After-all, he didn't want to arouse suspicion from them, and when they came home the following Monday, the teenager was confident he'd managed to slip by perfectly.

Anthony's father scanned his house meticulously, and he strode around, hands in his pocket just sure he would find some damning evidence of his son having a party. He'd place his arms around his son and speaking casually, "so how was the party?"

"There was no party dad." Anthony replied coolly.

Damian narrowed his eyes and Anthony held his searching gaze for a few moments before his father smiled and walked away; "Alright then."

It wasn't until after he greeted his mother and she pointed out the scarf he was wearing around his neck that his heart sank. Suddenly he remembered the needle,, and Lorren's earlier reaction, and how he was smirking at him now... he got a tattoo, and now he had to take the scarf off.

Sighing, but still accepting of his fate, he removed the scarf.

"aNTHONY RAFAEL GARICA CARLOS-"

almost perfectly.

[waffle02]

Prompt 6
Words: 220
Kalon: Tamaya
Tamaya has a strict code for lying. It consists of two major rules that are as follows: don't lie and if you do don't get caught. Thankfuly most often through her travels Tamaya has only had to give small little white lies to just save her some trouble. However, one time she had to lie in order to save another's life. While she was still in school Tamaya could often be founding roaming the forest right outside the playground during recess. One day during her adventures she heard a strange noise. Upon closer inspection she discovered a kitten. The kitten was all alone and dirty and crying out for help. Tamaya knew she couldn't leave it out there, but pets weren't allowed in the school building. After a few seconds Tamaya made up her mind and cradled the small kitten inside her jacket. When class began the kitten was softly mewing in her jacket. All of a sudden the teacher looked at Tamaya right after the kitten meowed. "Is there anything you'd like the share with the class Tamaya?" she asked. I quickly shook my head no and tried to give the most innocent smile possible. Thankfully the teacher left me alone after that and I was able to safely return home with the kitten in tow.

[✧ 花chéngzhǔ.]

Day 06 prompt is over!

Everyone who posted prior to this will have their entries count.
I'm sorry there's no new winner results, I'm quite sick and had a busy day.
I'll try and catch up tomorrow! Apologies for the wait.

The next prompt is now up!

[ThatPinkThing]

Day 7: a good deed they did. // ThatPinkThing // Nicolette

Nicolette had mastered the art of sewing. Since she was a young girl, she had been making her own favorite clothes. The kalon had even begun to sew for others when she had the time and equipment. By the end of highschool, she was sewing pretty much everything she wore. Other members of the community noticed and praised her for her talents. Nicolette greatly appreciated the attention, but she also began to wonder if she deserved it, which got her thinking.

Quite frankly, in her opinion, 'deserve' was a very difficult word to understand when it came to whether or not people deserved good things. Bad things were easier; she didn't think anyone 'deserved' bad things. And for many, she realized, bad things came in the form of just plain bad luck. With the winter after he graduation approaching, Nicolette got an idea.

She hosted a clothing drive. Her conclusion was no one deserved to be cold during the winter, and the students who couldn't afford something nice to wear to the winter formal deserved to have at least an option. Nicolette organized for people to easily donate things, and she and volunteers washed and restored clothing that needed it.

Nicolette's main job was thrifting dresses and suit pieces and fixing them up to be unique and stylish. When winter arrived, Nicolette and her team had gathered enough clothes to temporarily rent an actual store, opening on weekends and evenings for those who needed to get what they needed. Nicolette hosted fittings and spa days near the night of the school dance, helping students find their perfect outfits and helping them feel confident. On the night of the dance, Nicolette's instagram was flooded with pictures of the fruits of her efforts. At least a hundred photos tagged her; students thanking her for her help in getting them to the dance, and parents thanking her for relieving their stress and supporting their kids.

Now Nicolette felt happy to receive praise. She hadn't just benefitted herself, she had helped countless people. She gladly would have done for no recognition. The joy she got from seeing so many smiles was thanks enough.