[dorayaki]

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[Vazchu]

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You may come to believe, that being trapped indoors with a snowstorm raging
outsidethe window is a terrible thing. Because one would have nothing to do
once you’ve grown tired of what little you can do. Sitting there in what you call
“home” – which now is more of a prison. Well, you are wrong.

Let me tell you a story about a boy named Izakh. He wished for snow more than
anything and never felt trapped when the snowstorm kept him from leaving his
home behind. For he was never trapped in all that white. He was free and his
imagination ran vast and wide, far away from what he could see through the
clear glass. He wrote manuscripts for theatre plays within his mind and would
stare through the windows even long after the storms would have passed by. So
the truth that is to be told, is that he actually always wished for a snowstorm to
pass by and for his snownight which never ends to begin anew. For within his
mind, that theatre never ends and the snownight is always and everlasting. He
sees creatures that the snow gives shapes too, creatures only ever mentioned in
old folklore and creatures born from how the snow simply shape it to be.
It is always someone innocent which is haunted by those creatures of snow and ice.
Trying to escape their dreadful fate of becoming one of the creatures of the
snownight. For if you’re caught, nothing may save you there.

He dreams on, imagines further and deeper. Watches the snowflakes give shape to
more, being caught in the story of his own mind that he watches through the clear
glass. As the snow rages on, he sees nothing else, does nothing else. Until the
snowflakes of the snownight is no more and ceased to be. When the storm has
passed and the sky starts to clearout. Izakh wakes up for a while, blinks, sees the
last shape fade away and he is forced to turn away from the glass that lets him see
his life’s greatest creation after a while. When he realize the shapes are no more.
Though, he never truly turns away completely. For there is always a part of his mind,
which has been touched by the creatures of the snownight. Which means that he is
one of them, and will never be free from the dreadful darkness of his own mind.

"Outside the glass, snow is playing,
singing a silent song.
I am here listening,
seeing the glittering
as the moon lit the darkness up.

The snow is creating shapes
out in the dark everyone has a different name.
I am here watching,
they create an endless charade,
and I am the director.

The snowflakes are someone
they form eyes that haunts me through the glass.
I fear who it might be,
wherever I hide underneath the blanket,
I feel the eyes always watching.

The coldness is there
creeps in through the glass and rewinds time.
I am frozen solid,
where the eye’s hand grasps me,
drags me into the darkest coldness.

Outside in the storm
the snow creates my endless theatre
of the snownight which never ends."

408 words used for the promt / 123 words used for the extra

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[Coco Bunny]

username: Coco Bunny
name: Wendy
gender: Female
prompt:
Wendy shivered, hugging the lilac blanket closer to her body. Ohh, she loved Winter, sure, and the Winter spirit was a darling, but dangit, Wendy hated snowstorms. Her little wooden cottage was blanketed by snow, and enveloped in a never-ending snowstorm which had locked Wendy inside. She was just glad she'd bought fo- wait... Had she? Darting up, the deer-like Kalon ran to the kitchen, only to find there was minimal food in the cupboards. She almost cursed under her breath. Then, something caught her eye. A dusty cookbook on the shelf. Immediately, Wendy's face lit up.

It was only a matter of minutes before Wendy's oven was on, the book was open to page 95 and the Kalon had flour in her fur from the ingredients scattered around. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth as she poured in the exact amount of plain flour into the scales, before sieving it into a bowl. Occasionally, she gave wistful glances through the window at the raging snowstorm outside, but the smell of the food in front of her always stole her attention away.

Done!
Wendy sat proudly in front of the counter, staring at softly steaming cupcakes, sprinkled with a scented icing. It was perfect. With one huge bite, a cupcake was no more. Wendy's eyes sparkled mischievously.
Suddenly, there was a snowstorm inside, although not with snow. The cupcakes faced eachother in army lines, flour everywhere as Wendy faked battles between the two groups of sweet treats.

She didn't even notice as the snowstorm began to subside.
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[Armuris]

Mark

[artemis,]

markety mark
i'm intrigued by how smooth your lines are.

[NyxxofStars]

Ah, I just barely missed being able to enter for this bab but good luck to everyone! <3

[shibeboi]

Oh man gl!!

[_silentsiren_]

Goodluck!! <3 <3 - I know I kind of strayed away a bit but I tried to stay with the inside part ; v ;

[Unleashed Squiid]

Good luck everyone! c:

[Vazchu]

Best of luck everyone! :D