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i'm doing this challenge, where i'm going to write one hundred one-shots
based on different topics. all i ask is that you do NOT post on this thread.
now, first off, this is going to take me quite a while to complete, becau-
se i am probably the worst procrastinator ever and i get writer's block o-
ften. so if you want to follow this, you are going to need to have a good
deal of patience. also, keep in mind that i am not a professional writer,
and all of these one-shots are copy and pasted straight from word, so th-
ere will be no editing. that's about it! have a wonderful day! c; xx


everlie walter ↷ ↷ 2037 ; taken refuge in a mall with a group of other
kids because of the apocalypse ↷ ↷ for this challenge
clementine ↷ ↷ unknown; stuck in a forest / meadow with several o-
ther shifters. forced to kill each other ; hunger games-like plot ↷ ↷ f-
or this challenge but i may make it into a roleplay.
terra faye & mink, her wayward dog ↷ ↷ 2015; sucked into a video g-
ame ↷ ↷ for this challenge

██ -- clementine ██ -- terra ██ -- everlie

injured // sinking // father // exploit // boredom // art of conversation //
take your best shot // creativity // flash // puzzling words // ill // skeleto-
-n // nothing // servitude // possibilities // weightless // just say it // last
words // immature // blazing // help // presence // because // forced //
reversed // cast away // emotions // questions // wishing // crackling //
curl up // together // look again // brief // space // special // jinx // st-
-op fussing // cozy // breaking // either or // tell me a story // waiting //
willpower // who am i? // idol // unseen // just try // for me? // your ch-
oice! [ you got to 50! ] // useful // treasure // ceremony // lightning // p-
rotection //stay with me // mint // rescue // dominant //thief // deserter
// stolen // sarcasm // darling // how much is too much // over // try ag-
ain // hidden // forgotten // the first time // aging // soldiers // justice //
thread carefully // one false step // connection // mess // it can't be // in
due time // awake // delicious // fallen // trickery // around the bend //
well traveled // choices // surplus // rough // if // friend // found not lost
// spiral // deep // I could have // desirable // resentment // build up //
inch by inch // dilemma // blue sky

[peachy keen-]

featuring everlie // 873 words // OKAY I DON'T MEAN TO BRAG BUT I LOVE THIS <33

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I am going to die, I am going to die, I am going to die.

indentThat same thought kept repeating over and over in my head like a broken record as the grotesque beast lumbered toward me. A thick string of saliva hung from its jowls, its claws stained with the crimson blood of its last victim; a death that I had—unfortunately—witnessed. I have to admit that I felt a sliver of pity for the creature. It had been human once, too. It had probably been infected just like I was about to be. I was about to go through that horrid process and turn into one of them.

indent“No, no, no! Not me! I’ve stayed alive too long for this to happen to me!” I squealed, backing up into the grey wall behind me. I made a quick check for an escape route, but there was none. It was no use; I was cornered in this alleyway, and I was, without a doubt, staring death in the face. Or, what was left of its peeling, putrid face.

indentThe hideous creature took another huge step toward towards me, a smirk stretching the skin around its mouth. “Pitiful humannn,” it sang in a garbled, distorted manner, as if its vocal cords had been ripped out, stretched, smothered, then crumbled and then stuck back in.

indent“Please,” I whimpered softly. “All I want is to leave you alone. I’ll never come back here. I promise. Just let me go.”

indentIt stopped and sat down. Not like humans sit—no—like a dog. The sight would have made me laugh if I weren’t about to die. “Mmmm,” it hummed, tapping the moldy flesh that hung from its cheek with its long, raptor-like claws. “No,” it said flatly after over three minutes of complete silence. “Nooo.” It repeated, this time drawing the word out. I briefly wondered if these creatures had to say everything in a sing-song way.

indentSo begging hadn’t helped. My mind raced for another way out of this sticky situation. “I’ll … um … I’ll …”

indent“No use,” it hissed, flicking its purple, forked tongue and shivered with what I think was anticipation. Then, it started crawling towards me on all fours. It was remarkably quick, and resembled a spider. I was the fly, it was the spider, and I was in its web. The creature lashed out at me, and its claws buried into my ankle, all the way to the bone, tearing through the flesh as if it was made of paper. Hot, searing pain laced through my whole leg, and I let out a pained scream.

indentThe thing let out a guttural, cruel chuckle as it pulled its claws from my ankle, causing another wave of unbearable pain to snake down my leg. Tears pricked at my eyes, but I blinked them away, attempting to stay focused on the task at hand—surviving. If the infection didn’t take over my bloodstream soon and kill me, I was sure that I was going to die from the pain of my wound.

indentThen, the creature took another swipe at me, nearly clipping my hip as I lunged out of the way of its abnormally long, dagger-like claws. It hissed in annoyance, cursing under its breath. As it was distracted, I took the chance to inspect my wound. Blood streamed down my left ankle, pooling at my feet. I wiped a bit of blood away from the source of the wound, and saw three gaping lines where the claws had raked. “Crap,” I moaned, pressing the back of my hand to my warm forehead. I could feel the infection taking over as dizziness set in, causing me to see everything in threes or fours. Everything now happened in slow motion. I saw something lunging at me, but I couldn’t decide what it was. It kept flickering back and forth from a two dark silhouttes to the hideous creature. Thinking that this was the end, I sunk to my knees, not caring that the sharp, jagged rocks in the gravel dug into my calves and knees.

indentBut then, something odd happened. I felt myself being pulled. One dark skinned hand pulled at my right wrist, and another pale hand pulled at my left wrist. My side hurt from being dragged along the gravel. I think I passed out then, and I’m glad. The throbbing pain at my ankle was unbearable.

indentThe next thing I knew, I was lying flat on my back. I was ready to ask what was happening, but then I heard voices, and I clamped my mouth shut.

indent“Who’s this?” It was a girl’s voice. It was deep, but still very feminine.

indent“Dunno. Found her being attacked by a Scorpex.” So that’s what they were called.

indent“Is she wounded?”

indent“No, she’s just unconscious because she thinks it’s fun,” another female voice snapped. “Yes, of course she’s wounded! Only on the ankle, though, I think. Quret and I checked.”

indent“Well, see if you can save her.” The first female voice said, and I heard her footsteps receding. The last thing I remembered before I passed out again was a male voice next to my ear, whispering,

indent“we’re gonna fix you up, so hang in there.”

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featuring terra + mink // 757 words // this is literally 70% filler & past cringe-worthy. i'm sorry. ;w;

indentThis sucked. And I mean, this really sucked. Being sucked into your brother’s video game sucked. Having to fend off the neon green not-so-scary-but-deadly “monsters” (if you could even call them that) in the dead of night, sucked. But this, this predicament that I, Terra Jade Faye, had somehow wriggled myself into, sucked beyond the history of sucking.

indentI had seen the warning sign. There was literally a sign that warned me. It said something along the lines of ‘DANGER AHEAD’. Yeah, no kidding, because after I had taken literally four steps, I began to sink. Being in a video game, I should have seen that one coming. Now, here I was, sinking into the depths of the Earth, probably being sucked into the pits of hell. I had certainly gotten myself into a sticky situation (no pun intended).

indentI was ripped back into the present moment as the sticky brown sand tugged at my shirt, prompting me to come down and join the rest of the poor souls who had fallen into its horrible clutches. Well, I guess no human had ever been here before—I’m pretty sure that I was the first real person to ever get sucked into a video game. I made a mental note to slap my brother when I got out of here. If I ever did get out of here. The thought ran a shiver down my spine, and I cleared my head of the thought, attempting to focus on the present moment.

indent“No thank you; I’m not planning on dying today.” I grunted once I had snapped back to reality, slipping my heavy, (at least) twenty pound backpack off of my shoulders and then tossed it to safety. My dog, a disobedient, obnoxious, yet totally adorable Australian Kelpie, Mink, was staring at me, her head cocked to the side, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, curious as to what I was doing.

indentAnd then my genius mind sparked an idea.

indent“Mink!” I whistled. She whined anxiously, her tail swaying gently behind her. She was my only hope at escaping this pit of sand. I outstretched my arms, urging her on. At first, she didn’t understand what I wanted her to do, so she paced back and forth on the grass, whimpering and barking every so often.

indent“Come on, baby,” I whispered urgently. She carefully set her front two paws in the sand, but after they began to sink, she yelped, backing up a few steps, and continued to drill me with that quizzical stare. I managed to struggle a few feet closer to her, stretching my arms as far as they would reach. She got the picture then, and grabbed my sandy, tattered shirt sleeve, tugging me several feet towards safety.

indent“Just a few more feet,” I grunted as Mink clenched the collar of my shirt in her mouth, pulling with all her might, growling with effort. Eventually, I was hauled onto the ground, soft and damp from a recent storm. I grabbed a handful of softened dirt, grinding it between my dry, cracked hands. It helped considerably.

indentMeanwhile, Mink was flipping out, barking and squealing, sprinting in circles around me, stopping only to briskly lick my cheek or my hand. Eventually, she was too worn out to continue, so she lay down, her own body pressed against mine. I ran my fingers through her short, fluffy fur, resting my arm on her back.

indentThe next thing I knew, I was being awoken by Mink pawing at my face, frantically whining and yelping. There was something off with the surroundings, but I couldn’t put my finger on it, until I realized that everything was sinking in to a bottomless, dark abyss. My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as I scrambled to my feet and then gripped Mink’s frayed collar, tugging at it, encouraging her to run. She didn’t need any prompting, though, because she was already twice as freaked out then I was.

indentWe ran for what seemed like an eternity, and each time I risked tripping to look over my shoulder, the black hole increased in size. Thankfully, though, the ground eventually leveled out, as if it had finally given up on the attempt to kill us, and even though I was thoroughly worn out, the thought of that made me giggle. That took up my last ounce of energy, so, feeling beyond weak but proud of myself, I collapsed on the ground, and drifted off into a deep sleep in a matter of seconds.

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featuring everlie // 817 words // apologies if this has a ton of typos, but i was in a rush.

indentIt had been four days since I joined the little rag-tag group of survivors, or at least that’s what Vinny, the ‘leader’ of the group had told me. When I asked if she was the leader, though, she fully denied it, yet everyone treats her like the leader, and she definitely acts like one.

indentThey all took shelter in a mall, which was pretty convenient and suited all of their needs. They sent up a tall, electric fence to keep the Scorpex. Of course, the occasional penetrated the fence, but they took care of the problem. The first two and a half days, Rivers—one of the two people who saved me from the Scorpex—worked vigorously on saving me. Quret, the second person who dragged me to safety, told me that she never left my side. He also added that she had to work twice as hard since they lost their second medic and Rivers’s best friend, Karston, just a week before they found me. For some reason, he left in the dead of night, and came back the next morning. The infection had already taken over most of his mind and body, ridding him of his sanity. It was too late for him to be saved, so they had to shoot him. Rivers was devastated. Quret sharply reminded me not to mention Karston around Rivers.

indentOf course, nearly all of the members came to visit me while I was bed-ridden, but the one that stuck out to me the most was Clover; she was only thirteen years old. She was timid, but often, she got excited when explaining something and forgot to be shy, she bounced around in her seat, using dramatic gestures and a loud, squeaky voice. Oh, and her older brother is Quret. They kind of remind me of a father-daughter relationship. Quret is pretty protective of her, yet he doesn’t smother her; a skill I’m sure not many have mastered. I’m pretty sure that he’s one of the only reasons that she’s still uninfected.

indent“What happened to your family?” Clover asked me one day. The question was so abrupt that I nearly choked on the water that I was drinking.

indent“Clover!” Quret gasped, shoving her in the ribs with his elbow.

indent“It’s okay,” I said, dismissing his reprimanding with a wave of my hand. “I don’t mind.”

indentClover looked over at me with a grateful smile, shifting impatiently in her seat.

indent“Well, my mother was one of the first to change into the … Scorpex.” The word ‘Scorpex’ didn’t roll off my tongue naturally like it did with the others, and felt foreign when I said it. “She left a few hours before it took control of her fully. My older brother, Harper, didn’t live with us. He was married. I’m not sure what happened to him. He may even be alive right now.”

indentAt this, Quret gave me a skeptical look. “Doubt it. As far as I know, we’re the only ones left in this city.”

indent“Well, then, he’s probably not,” I add sharply, surprised at how matter-of-fact he could be when telling me that my brother is most likely dead. I guess that he just got used to the term ‘death’ over the past month or so, and had accepted it.

indent“My younger sister just disappeared one night. She was only four.” I paused, my eyes flitting down to my hands, which were folded neatly on the blanket that Clover found in Macy’s. “Anyways, up to the day before you guys found me, it was just my dad and I. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have made it two days. As cliché as this sounds—he died protecting me.”

indent“Oh, I’m sorry,” Clover breathed out, gingerly placing her pale, warm hands on my shoulder. I smiled at her gratefully.

indent“Well, as The Lion King movie would say, that’s the circle of life.” I shrugged, crushing my empty paper cup in my hands.

indentWe were all so absorbed in my story that none of us noticed Rivers standing in the corner of the room. Her lips curved into a small smile. “Sorry, but Everlie here needs to rest if she wants to fully recover. Off you two go,” she said, shooing Quret and Clover off.

indentI glanced up at Rivers. She was beautiful with her clear, medium chocolate brown skin, a slightly larger build, but she carried it well and was extremely fit. Her black hair fell in waves to the small of her back, and she had pretty chestnut brown eyes. She was one of the oldest here, in her mid-thirties, and was kind of the ‘mother’ of the group.

indent“Feeling better?” She asked me as she gently gripped my wrist to take my pulse.

indent“Yes; still a little shaken up, though,” I admitted with a nervous chuckle, raking my hands through my greasy hair.

indent“That’s understandable,” she murmured, then pressed her lips lightly to my forehead. “Well, get some rest, Everlie. You’ll be safe here. I promise.”