username // Pepurrmint
name // to be decided.
why are they in the forest? (400 words) //
you walk into the forest, dark and deep,
the witch offers you eternal sleep.
broken, screaming, for the blessing of rest,
tired, exhausted, you accept with no guess
as to what you're getting into, their horrible game,
torture, crying, living in nightmares to maim.
you are led to a room, wooden and rosy,
the lamps and lights gave the feeling of cozy.
you are given a strange potion, glowing a luminescent blue.
downing it swiftly, having a taste so familiar to you
like chocolate ice cream, one of your comfort foods,
eaten during restless nights, spent listening to the pigeon's coos.
even a mere 20 minutes of sleep was a luxury,
as you were never able to make a full recovery
from that event, that fateful night,
you never spoke about it, that was right.
your last moments of the waking world,
they passed so quickly, too quickly, before your vision unfurled.
at first, the dreams were nice,
laughing and dancing and skating on ice.
you happily smiled, no more bills! no more toils
with rude customers, whining how their month-old steak spoiled.
you were in control; sprouting wings and fluttering about
you thought you'd made the best decision without a doubt.
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name // to be decided.
why are they in the forest? (400 words) //
you walk into the forest, dark and deep,
the witch offers you eternal sleep.
broken, screaming, for the blessing of rest,
tired, exhausted, you accept with no guess
as to what you're getting into, their horrible game,
torture, crying, living in nightmares to maim.
you are led to a room, wooden and rosy,
the lamps and lights gave the feeling of cozy.
you are given a strange potion, glowing a luminescent blue.
downing it swiftly, having a taste so familiar to you
like chocolate ice cream, one of your comfort foods,
eaten during restless nights, spent listening to the pigeon's coos.
even a mere 20 minutes of sleep was a luxury,
as you were never able to make a full recovery
from that event, that fateful night,
you never spoke about it, that was right.
your last moments of the waking world,
they passed so quickly, too quickly, before your vision unfurled.
at first, the dreams were nice,
laughing and dancing and skating on ice.
you happily smiled, no more bills! no more toils
with rude customers, whining how their month-old steak spoiled.
you were in control; sprouting wings and fluttering about
you thought you'd made the best decision without a doubt.
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why are they in the forest? cont.//
but then they took a horrible turn,
turning to an endless stream of nightmares in return.
the ground ruptured beneath your paws,
you watched in terror as it began raining saws.
the control you had disappeared in an instant,
any last dash of joy was far off, distant.
your first death was one you'd remember forever,
acid rain burning you alive, but this was what you'd have to endeavor
for years and years until you died of old age
unless the witch decided to awaken you from this cage.
yet that was unlikely, you already signed the contract
the thirty minutes had long past, that was for fact.
as soon as your first dream-self died,
you were brought into a new body, and then you cried.
cried about your fate, being stuck here for decades
cried about why you decided to make this horrible trade.
it's been years since you made that decision,
you've forgotten so many things; your name, friends, long division.
a scarred soul, traumatized, regretting everything,
you've been here for so long, but there're still terrors to bring.
screaming, falling, stuck in a hopeless trap,
you only expected a mere nap.
but this is truly
worse
than
insomnia.
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[400/400 words/finished 7:49 pm, 9/8/17]
but then they took a horrible turn,
turning to an endless stream of nightmares in return.
the ground ruptured beneath your paws,
you watched in terror as it began raining saws.
the control you had disappeared in an instant,
any last dash of joy was far off, distant.
your first death was one you'd remember forever,
acid rain burning you alive, but this was what you'd have to endeavor
for years and years until you died of old age
unless the witch decided to awaken you from this cage.
yet that was unlikely, you already signed the contract
the thirty minutes had long past, that was for fact.
as soon as your first dream-self died,
you were brought into a new body, and then you cried.
cried about your fate, being stuck here for decades
cried about why you decided to make this horrible trade.
it's been years since you made that decision,
you've forgotten so many things; your name, friends, long division.
a scarred soul, traumatized, regretting everything,
you've been here for so long, but there're still terrors to bring.
screaming, falling, stuck in a hopeless trap,
you only expected a mere nap.
but this is truly
worse
than
insomnia.
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[400/400 words/finished 7:49 pm, 9/8/17]
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extra (200 words or 1 art piece) //
art art art art art
or a recipe for the potion that stuck this poor thing into nightmare hell
idk somethin ok
art art art art art
or a recipe for the potion that stuck this poor thing into nightmare hell
idk somethin ok
