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The ghostly voice rang through the entire swamp.
"What are you doing in my swamp"
Quinn looked at the green covered water,seeing the purple of her eyes."what do you mean,where am I" she said.The disembodied voice seemed all around her,the energy ruffling up her fur.
"You are in my land.Go back were you came from"
She looked at her paws,something was quite off indeed.She didn't even know where she had came from."I don't know where I came from..I would leave but.." She looked up at the sky,smiling a little bit at the sky."what's your name misses"
"I am a non existent voice" the thing said harshly."I want you off my lanD

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[spiniferal]

Username: MichiMoo
Name: Akemi
Gender: Female
What are you doing in my swamp?: The Kalon tensed up as she entered the swamp, odors filled her nose as she moved on cautiously. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY SWAMP?!" A tall figure shrieked. "AH, *cough* just uhm... exploring?" Akemi knew that was a lie, but she didn't know what she was doing. "Donkey, is this someone you invited again?" The figure sighed as another voice came, "No Shrek, why chu be thinkin' dat?" She realized who it was to her delight. "Omigosh Shrek it's you! I remember you!" she squealed. Shrek looked annoyed. "NO talking about those dank memes." Akemi sighed, "How have they changed your life?" She asked. "Ruined privacy, and just made me seem stupid." Shrek said. "Does it bother ya?" Akemi asked. "Nope, dank memes are cool." *SANIC BURST IN!!!1!!!!1!1 RIDING UNICYCLE AND PLAYING KAZOOO!!`1!* Then dey liv happily evar aftar.


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Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead
Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow

[kittykore]

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Eukaryote has always been quite neurotic; he’s on the phone with his sister now, asking for help, panicking, shouting.

“Calm the hell down! For heaven’s damn sake, you’re gonna be flippin’ fine, just act like you know what you’re doin’!” Eukaryote’s sister is no help at all.

“Look, Prokaryote, but I’m in this swamp and I don’t know what I’m doing! Please, please come pick me up; I’m scared. What if someone finds me? This isn’t my swamp!” Eukaryote’s voice is shaking. He jumps over a slick log, paws skidding in the mud. His bloodshot eyes scan the twilight swamp, and he sniffs at the thick air.

How did I even get here? Someone’s probably gonna kill me, and I’ll never get to see Mitochondrion again…oh God, I’m gonna die in this swamp. “Prokaryote, please—”

“Look. Just follow my damn instructions—where are you exactly? I probably know a chick that can help, wherever you are.” Prokaryote was shouting now.

Eukaryote mumbles in the back of his throat. Prokaryote always “knows a guy”. Or chick, who cares.

He gazes over the muddy area, brackish water pooling at his feet, looking at the mean, spindly trees which stretch upwards towards the moon. “Uh, I don’t know, um, I think I’m in…the Cytoplasm Marsh, yeah, that one, uh, I think it’s near the Ribosome Bog?”

“You’re in the Cytoplasm marsh? You damned imbecile! How did you get there? Imbecile!” Prokaryote hollers. Eukaryote pulls the phone away from his ear, cringing at her exclamations. He mumbles and mutters for a bit in the weak, near-crying voice he always gets made fun of for before actually forcing coherent words out of his mouth.

“I—I was swimming, and I thought I saw a leech, and it was a huge leech mind you, so I freaked out and ran over here…"

“Damnit, Eukaryote, I just can’t—ugh. You imbecile.

“Just start walking in the direction of that really weird purple hill—I’m pretty flippin’ sure it’s got a purple hill—and then go over to the cannon on top of it. There’s an old cannon there. Whatever direction the cannon is pointing in, go the opposite way, until you see a really big orange mushroom. It’s marked with signs, you should be able to get to the Ribosome Bog from there, and then back home. Understand?”

“No…” Eukaryote says softly, but he starts walking in the direction of what he thinks is the purple hill.

“Just get to the mushroom before midnight. Also, mom’s gonna be at a work conference for the next few days. I love you!” Prokaryote says and hangs up. Eukaryote is left with the ugly swamp noises.

“It’s already midnight…” he murmurs. Before he can say anything else, a form appears—just like that. It runs over to him: hulking, damp-furred, and grey.

“What are you doing in my swamp?” the form shouts, spittle flying into Eukaryote’s face.

“I—I don’t know,” Eukaryote murmurs.

The form advances.
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Alright, that's my entry! The story is exactly 500 words. I know it's a mess and needs revisions, but I couldn't find a way to improve it without going over the word limit. I may try again tomorrow, as well as add a few extras. Well, good luck everyone and have a great day!

[opti-mism]

Username: opti-mism
Name: "She" or some variety of lotus flower idk yet
Gender: Female
What are you doing in my swamp?:
She Said
You're in my swamp she said she said
You'd better leave she said she said
For there's monsters here you'll dread and dread
Run while you can she said she said

You're still here she said she said
Of course I am you said you said
Why don't you leave you said you said
Too late for me, you know. They're dead.

Who's dead? And why? you said you said
What entered here she said she said
That creature fierce, it bled and bled
And finally dropped, she said she said.

But you can't leave? You said you said.
It has my scent, she said she said.
I thought it dead you said you said
I thought that too, until... it fed.

The creature rose she said she said
It's blank eyes staring, she said she said
It's fangs grew long she said she said
And yet it's blood did not run red,
It groaned and groaned, "I'm dead, I'm dead."

The creature preyed she said she said
Attacked the weak she said she said
I joined the hunt, aimed at its head
And shot, and missed, she said she said
His great form turned with eyes turned red,
"You can't stop me" he said he said.

I turned and ran she said she said
The rest fell prey she said she said
He follows close, I'll soon be dead
So please, just leave, she pled and pled


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Name: swimp
Gender: female

"what are u doin in my swamp" the ogre roared
the kalon was taken aback by this big green monster. she forgot how she got here but she wanted to be gone now
"please i am lost, mr ogre, i did not mean to intrude" she cried, "please let me go home, i do not like ogres"
shrek laughed
"how can you say that when you are an ogre"
swimp was confused until shrek held up a mirror, and she gasped in horror
swimp and shrek had become one. there was nothing left for her now. she called out into the void, but there was no answer, only soul-crushing lonliness.
the angels wept.


i tried to make the worst application i've ever done i hope you enjoy

[migraine]

Username: migraine
Name: Rhiannon
Gender: Female



"Little kalon, what are you doing in my swamp? Looking for the swamp witch, eh? Well, good news, you're lookin' at her. Bad news, I'm retired. Sure, I used to do a little magic in my day, or so the local townspeople called it -- it wasn't really magic, it was just some simple botany and alchemy. You need some medicine? Listen, young'n, I ain't in the business of potions n' cauldrons any more. Nowadays I just enjoy the simplicity of bein' alone, without any burdens. It's nothin' personal.

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You're desperate? Don't pressure me now, sonny, I don't appreciate nagging-


Fine. Alright, ya hit the one soft spot in my wrinkled old heart. Lemme grab my mortar and pestle, you run off and find me some wolfsbane, it's the only purple flower 'round here, ya can't miss it. Now hop to it, sounds like we ain't got mich time..."

[jaques]

Username: Jaques
Name: Melinda
Gender: female
What are you doing in my swamp?: [500 word limit]
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Res with: Personality and one art