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username: ɴᴏᴠᴀᴋ
kalon name: ripley colla
story: a scarcely illuminated sky overhead lacking everything besides leaden clouds determined to snuff out any form of light before it met the atmosphere, and anxious tension building up brick by brick in an impenetrable wall of nerves in the surrounding area make for fantastic tone establishers for narrators. especially so considering the poor distance firelight travels. the silhouettes of thirteen preteen kits aided little in the distributing of light as they hunkered down around a reasonably sized fire, individual gazes trained onto the speaker of the moment. no distractions were available at this point, two hours into the gathering; the scattered remains of s'more ingredients lay crumpled by feet for later disposal. for now a trance was holding most of the youngsters captive; their eldest camp counselor as he recounted a supposedly true story from his youth. set in these same woods.
doubt, of course, betrayed a few faces in the crowd. the amount of questioning had increased tenfold since the beginning of the session, as nearly every story told was 'true'. the issue with this particular story is that it struck the hearts of the kits with icy terror, not only because of their strict genre being horror but the story was unbelievably convincing. the most mundane details were crucial, for it appeared as if every last word was backed up by instances experienced by the campers since their arrival.
"beware, kitties," he motioned, expression grim and eyes fleeting. "the forest doesn't appreciate being disrespected. especially so by some so young. it will seek retribution." the tale was a simple one, but effective; it consisted of a memory of arriving to the wood, setting up camp, and eventually settling down to swap stories. being young, the story’s campers thought nothing of taking care to clean behind themselves and immediately turned in following the wrap up of the session. late into the night creaking roused the campers, yet no obvious source could be pinpointed from the entrance of the tent, so an investigation was launched with one flashlight and a herd of unstable kits. they trailed the sound deep within the wood, marching along like soldiers for hours before happening upon a small clearing, only to notice half of the group now vanished. they ran back the way they'd come. by the time they arrived back at their tent, only three remained of a ten person group. they vowed never to tell the full truth, now surrounded by silence.
the counselor clapped, startling the campers from their stupor and sending hands grasping for wrappers and trash to pluck from the dirt without a second thought. he found humor in the situation and informed them it was beyond time for lights out, and so the kits dispersed from the tidy firepit towards their tents promptly, then to sleep. the tension built by the edge of the fire trailed alongside them, draped heavy over young shoulders and splintering only to maintain its grasp over everyone as they parted ways. the sleep was restless - to ripley, at least. though he was one of the few minimally affected, the feeling still weighed heavily upon him. maybe the invoked alertness was what caused him to jerk to attention at the slightest nudge, eyes bleary as they scrounged for a focal point. a muffled chuckle beyond the tent entrance sounded off, and suddenly he knew what was happening here; his friends had tied down enough courage to investigate the final story's legitness. "oh no," ripley groaned out, shoving himself up and stalling by rubbing the sleep from his face with both paws. "can't you guys be normal for once?" another breathy laugh sounded, and too soon his arm was seized and he was swiftly heaved from the tent.
where the fire had once roared now lay dying embers, fluctuating their glow every few seconds through the struggle to ignite once more. they were the sole source of light at this point. shuffling backward to accommodate for ripley, the other members of the group began to speak hushed excitement among themselves, a few last minute questions and 'if i die's before the unspoken leader piped up. "we're set? okay, let's go." he knocked his shoulder into ripley's side, urging the unwilling participant onward. "let's go, rip, we have a job for you."

“the forest? you’re joking, right?” ripley forced a small grin hoping this was a dull prank, but expressions remained serious. just as quickly as the grin appeared, it vanished, realization having officially struck. they were going to send him in.
a fight would have - should have - ensued, but knowing it would be fruitless sent ripley in without confrontation. he’d wind up there any way. thus, here he was, trekking along an imaginary path in absolute blackness with a flashlight all but scotch taped to his side and trash left in his wake. a breadcrumb trail? nope. reason for the forest to engulf him, all in the name of science. this was the reason they called him rip - they were always trying to kill him.
the minutes (hours? it felt like hours.) flowed past quickly, yet trudged past at the same time. he couldn’t find this clearing fast enough, though he wished he never would. he’d begun to run low on his trash hoard and the undergrowth only seemed to thicken. he’d twisted and turned every few steps just to be able to continue onwards, so the original path was long lost. he was lost.
the only comfort came from his flashlight, but even that began to disappoint him as it flickered into death. plunged into darkness, ripley tripped over himself, landing onto..nothing. no forest floor, just dirt. an unnatural silence fell as a low creeeeeak started up. a pang of paralyzing fright shot through ripley before he could scramble to his feet and sprint blindly back into the dense forest. he knew the way to safety; at least it was safer than here. wordcount; 1000/1000

[FNAF]

Mark, this is a beauty!!

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username:
winded
kalon name:
birch eitte
story:
wip wip with finding
camp story monster
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[messenger]

username: messenger
kalon name: Cedar
story:

It seems like whenever you're not prepared, life comes slithering in like the devil to
catch you off guard. At least, that's how Cedar feels. At seven this morning, he had
the brilliant idea to go hiking up the mountain. Now, keep in mind he just newly moved
into a log cabin at the base of this mountain range, and he doesn't know the area all
that well. Not to mention, it's late fall- very late fall. Perfect time for it to start
snowing, and oh boy, did it start snowing. A blizzard blew in mid afternoon and turned
everything to an unfamiliar pile of white, rendering Cedar unequivocally lost. He didn't
mean for it to happen, but with the ingredients of not knowing the place very well, it
being late fall, and not bringing his phone or a map, it brewed a perfect recipe for
disaster. He has absolutely no clue as to where he is in this forest.

It's evening now, judging by the setting sun and the darkening sky. The storm had gotten
more severe a few minutes ago, the falling snow so thick you couldn't see twelve feet in
front of you. It's got to be below thirty degrees. The cold is slowly seeping through his many
layers, and he even can hear his teeth chattering in his skull. His face is numb from his
forehead to his chin, he definitely has frostbite. At this point he might as well just give up
and let somebody find his body, which should be an icicle by then. There's nobody waiting for
him at home, so it's not like anybody knows he's out here- another mistake by yours truly.

A groan ripped out of Cedar's throat as he threw his head back. He doesn't think he can
walk anymore. He's lost feeling in his feet and his hands are useless. "I'm going to die out
here, aren't I." The Kalon was filled with utter defeat, and dropped to the ground.
Closing his eyes, he let out a breath of air. He curled up in a ball and stared at the blank
white sheets of snow in front of him. However, before he could really give up, a blink of light
flashed. Suddenly he was on his feet. Again, he saw a the dim light through the blizzard. Not letting
whatever this was out of sight, he began trudging to this source of illumination. He was stiff as
a board, but he kept going.

Finally Cedar got close enough to see what it was, and the outline of a house became clear.
He almost cried. Not wasting any time, he trekked to the door, and pounded on it four times.
No answer. "No, no, no." He chanted. There was a doorbell, but as he pressed it he couldn't
hear any chimes sounding through out the house. He banged on the door a couple more times
but to no avail. He smacked his head against the wood. His eyes flicked to the door handle.
There's one more thing he could try. Reaching to it, he wrapped his numb fingers around it,
and he swore he could hear angels singing. The door was unlocked, surprisingly.

Cedar busted through the doorway, and warmth curled around him like the world's greatest
hug. An inaudible sigh passed through his lips. He quickly shut the door and shucked his jacket
and ski pants off. He did not care that this was someone else's house, he needed the heat and that
was it. Eventually, he stripped down to his undershirt and thermal long johns.

"Hello?" The male cautiously toed his way deeper into the house. It was quite nice, actually. He
walked into what seemed to be the kitchen. It was dead silent in here. "Hello?" He called again.

The sound of a shotgun being cocked made him go rigid. "I'm only gonna say this once, turn
around with your hands behind your head." A male voice growled out. Cedar did as he was
told and turned to face the shotgun wielding Kalon. He almost peed his pants. In front of him
stood a guy much taller than him holding a gun that is probably as long as his leg. "Who are you
and what do you think you're doing in my house?" This stranger tightened his grip on the firearm.

"I-I'm Cedar korechek, I went for a hike this morning and got stuck in the blizzard. I was
out there for hours, I didn't really think before coming inside this house when I saw it." Cedar
was visibly shivering. The other lowered the gun to his side.

"Well, Cedar, I'm going to believe that story, as I don't think a theif would go through a blizzard
to come here. I'm Axel." This Axel person held out a hand, which Cedar took graciously. "You
got stuck in the storm, eh?" Axel asked. Cedar nodded, dropping his hand to his side. "Where'd
you live?"

"Umm, Sun Valley."

Axel only nodded. "Well, once the blizzard clears in the morning, I'll drive you back to your
place." Cedar was fill so joy he almost started crying. What a one-eighty this man did.

--

When morning did come, Axel stuck to his word and brought him home sweet home. He's
never been so happy to see that pile of logs since he got it. Turned out Axel was a very nice
guy.

(901/1000)

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mark oml

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[shibeboi]

w h o ?
Milo "Mystery" Mantern//Male

s t o r y

It was dark. It was cold. It was frightening to most. But not to this one. He walked with confidence, right into the dark sea of trees.

This was the Aokigahara forest, or Suicide Forest, located in Japan. Rumour has it that this forest is haunted by the people who have died there. So you wonder what someone would be doing there at night.

He stopped and looked around, taking in his surroundings. Recognizing where he was, he smiled and took a left turn.

Yes, this man was Milo. Milo the Mystery Man as they called him.

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Username>> coffeebean,
Name>>Millie
Gender>>Female
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It was a dark night, and Millie had been out on a walk.
It was around 6:30, which some may find strange, but it was normal for Millie.
She enjoyed the sounds of crickets chirping, and the cool breeze on her pelt.
Though this night was different. It was a strange feeling, almost a haunted one.
Millie felt as if she was being watched, which she was some-what used to, as
she feels paranormal things happen to her constantly, like things moving around,
strange humming and footsteps, and things other things along those lines. The forest seemed to never end, and Millie was getting tired so she decided to head back. She sped up, still feeling haunted, and the path split into two. Millie stopped there. Which path did I take... wondered Millie. She looked down each path, and decided to take the one to the left, as it was brighter than the one to the right. She had started down the path and saw what looked to be a pair of eyes. Millie jumped. She felt a chill down her spine and started to run.




still a wip lol