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username; atlas,
name; keir
what are they leaving lost in the fog?;
the goddess-like title she did not deserve or want.

You are dancing in a clearing under the moonlight, surrounded by thorns and those indigo trees that you’ve come to love. Ignore the bitter cold of winter and the faint, freezing pain that starts to claim your fingers and toes and find eternal freedom.
The thoughts clouding your mind are heavy and laced in a melancholy you wish would go away, but instead, they follow you like a pack of wolves hunting down their prey. The potion bottles you brought click gently as you fall into the snow, before closing your eyes as you enter your dreams.

A cathedral drenched in small, sharp thorns crawling up the stone towers forms before you. It offers you freedom, an escape that you are tempted by. The thought of escaping the prestigious title you did not deserve nor did you want sounds so delicious in the end you rush at the building, pushing the doors open.

The figures of fog follow you, tailing behind you. Flicking your tail, they shift and form into large owls, gliding gracefully through the air. These creatures were a curse- your curse. You quickly realize that you were not you in your dreams, but instead something greater, stronger, and more powerful. You almost feel like a god. Something about the fog is peculiar, however.

The ninth star spent her time in the old, overgrown abandoned cathedral, hiding from the judgemental world she knew that lay outside the deep forest she had become so used to. The last she had heard from the small village that she loved so dearly was that they thought she was simply on a journey with the rest of the “stars” and would return soon. The stars were special, almost god-like with their powers, people said. Kier knew that they thought of prosperity and goods upon her “return”, while her heart ached thinking about the young children that would be disappointed once they knew she was gone. Keir has no one to cry out to, no one to support her. Just her and her ghostly, sickening companions she could barely call friends.

Kier pulls her hair into a bun, cursing at how long it had become. Tugging the cloak over her face, the “star” leaves the cathedral for the first time in months.

You awaken from your slumber, feeling groggy. Either way, you yawn and step through the forest, on your way once again. Even with the snow, the forest is even darker today. Fog floods the forest, flowing freely around your legs like water. Pushing through the trees and bramble, a faint almost iridescent cathedral stands in the distance, tinted with shades of purple from the moonlight. It illuminates the dark forest but you can tell that the fog is thicker and harder to walk through around the cathedral. A crow caws behind you, gliding through the air and sailing away towards the bright building. It gets more and more blurry as you push through the fog, and eventually, it drowns you out, blinding you but still holding you gently in its arms. You cough and splutter, feeling sick.

You fall to your knees, suddenly weak and vulnerable. The fog washes over you like a wave from the ocean.


The two ghostly, fog owls now look like beasts, and you cower in fear.
“Do not fear us, for our master is gentle.”


Kier wanders through the forest aimlessly, leaving a trail of fog behind them. “I am broken, worthless and alone.” the voices in her head screamed and pulled at her. “You stole what was rightfully hers. You wretched being.” they echoed over and over, tripping her emotions. Her hands shake, her head feels heavy and she gives in to the voices, succumbing to their whispers. “The ‘star’ doesn’t feel fear, she’s meant to be graceful, intelligent, and would listen never, ever, leave her title behind.” were the words people whispered as she passed through the crowd back at her village. Tears fill in her eyes as she thinks again about what she’d done.


“You can’t run forever.” the voices echoed in her head. “Bring us a friend, and we will bring you to a place where you can escape.”
Escape from what though?
“Escape from what they want from you.
The things they expect from you.
That is when you will finally be free.”


You cough and blindly stumble around in the midst of the fog and somehow it seems to part its way for you, and allow you to discern an ancient pedestal, with a dish of water in the center. Feeling sick, you wonder if drinking from it would help you. Shaking your head, you take a swig from the potion you brought and instantly you are filled with warmth. The fog that parted for you now dances teasingly in front of you, and you try to grab it with both hands, watching it poof into the air. Grasping the fog is like trying to grasp onto lost hope.

People search for her. People scream for her name, but she ignores it. These weren't the hymns she wanted to hear, so she runs swiftly away from them. Her visions and desires are blurry and she won't stop running, running away from what people wanted from her. The feeling tugs at her heart, burns in her throat and screams at her to stop and go back. Kier's past is behind her and that's how she wants it to be.

She pleads and begs for them to stop so she can escape, for them to forget about her and what she represents. Kier wants to disappear into her foggy curse, to hide and become an illusion.


“You don’t have to run anymore, Kier.”
But I am a lie to them.
I will always be a lie to them.
I am not what they believe I am, I am not what they desired


“But if they believe in this lie so passionately, it may become your truth.”
And this truth is so ugly, twisted and warped, I'd rather it be the pretty lies.

You can’t spell believe without lie.
Kier is their lie. Their ugly beautiful lie.




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username; Vaninova
name; Lamenta
what are they leaving lost in the fog?;


Princess, oh Moon Princess,
Could you really expect Forgiveness?
At your kingdom's downfall,
You hide from above
While those you enthralled,
Blind to the doves,
Have come to end it all

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username; Ucanthandleme
name; Lei
what are they leaving lost in the fog?;

But what if it’s all a dream?

“It’s time for dinner,” he spoke in a gentle voice.
Walking out from the kitchen he held two platefuls of steaming food, placing each down next to each other on the table, he once again entered the kitchen bringing out two cups of water. He kindly pulled out both chairs then sat on his own, scooting in ever so slightly. Lifting his water he took a sip before placing it back down, grabbing his knife and fork he began to eat. Turning his head to the untouched plate next to him he gave a sigh. “I know you don’t like vegetables but please try just a little,” he mumbled, only to be replied with silence. ‘Tsking’ he carried on with eating his food.

The clang of his utensils on the plate was quite noticeable within the deathly silent room, only the sound of the clock on the wall was constant. Tick, tick, tick, the sound seemed to heighten in the quiet room, tick, tick, tick, it got louder and louder in his ears. Abruptly he stood up, his chair scraping along the wooden floor followed by the clattering of his utensils that had been abandoned to the floor. Taking a deep breath he gave a self deprecating smile then picked them up the floor, turning his head, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make such a mess.”

He packed up the dishes on the table, the water in his cup sloshing about with each step. Entering the kitchen he scrapped off the remaining food into the bin then placed the dishes in the sink to wash later. Turning on the tap he watched as the water trickled out, drop by drop it fell onto the plates the sound of impact seemed to be amplified. Putting his hands under the tap he cradled water in his hand then splashed it over his face letting it soak the neckline of his shirt. Composing himself he left and headed to the lounge, letting his weight sink into the couch.

Turning on the tv he flipped through the channels, “Ah look we watched that movie not too long ago, should we watch it again?” Taking the silence as compliance he chose the channel and leaned back further into the soft cushions. The yellow light on the tv illuminated his body casting a shadow into the surrounding. Every once and a while he would chuckle along to the jokes or make snide comments of the bad acting, time seemed to trickle slowly as the movie finally reached its end. Turning it off he stood up patting the imaginary dust from his clothes.

He moved into the bathroom placing toothpaste on both his and others, letting the minty fresh scent envelop his mouth. Giving a quick spit and gargle, he used a damp towel to clean his face then headed to change his clothes. When finished he nestled in the bed a warm glow coming from the lamp beside him. Making himself comfortable he turned the light off and closed his eyes. Darkness took over his vision yet he felt peaceful and calm, he cleared his mind in hopes of falling into slumber quicker.

Yet when he drifted off he had no dreams, only nightmares, his brow creased and a cold sweat dripped down his back, his own nails embedding into his skin. The pain seemed to wake him up as he sat upright gasping for breath. Flicking on the bedside lamp he patted to the side of his reaching for the other. Yet he was met with thin air and nobody lay beside him. “Where are you?”, he whispered into the darkness. No reply came and he became more and more anxious. Scrambling out of bed, his feet placed on the cold floor as he rushed out of the room flicking on every light switch that he saw, “Where are you?”. His voice got louder and louder and movement became more and more erratic, “Where are you?” he screamed into the night.

Slowly the strength drained out of him, his limbs were cold and soft as his knees crumbled to the floor, he mumbled over and over again, ‘where are you’, and no reply came. He looked up into the light on the ceiling his vision slowly became hazy as tears sprinkled down his cheeks. Then he started laughing. A sad, lonely king of laugh, the desolating and loss very clearly heard. He turned his head to the wall. A small picture frame hung up neatly, and two people framed smiling with great happiness, it seemed as if he saw this photo in his dream, yet it was really a nightmare stained in blood. Yes, he knew all too well, no one had really been there. He had been alone at the dinner table, the food to his side cold from neglect. No answer to the movie choice, the child had hated that movie, he did too. It was him by himself in the house.

He had made them a dream, one he had woken up from, but so wished he didn’t.

If wishes could be granted...
If wishes could be granted, you would wish for more
A childish action, yet I would grant all your wishes
If wishes could be granted, I would give my life for yours
However I know you would still not accept, for the life was not yours
If wishes could be granted, we would be hand in hand
Your eyes would curve up, and smile would be bright
If wishes could be granted, I would show you the world
But only by my side you may see it, I cannot let go
If wishes could be granted, I would hand you my heart
Handed it to you on a platter, you would turn away
If wishes could be granted, I’d hide you by my side
Yet you would gladly stay, no complaint in your heart
If wishes could be granted, we would be eternal together
A selfish thought of my own, I would not care for your opinion
If wishes could be granted, you’d not be a memory
Alive and well by my side, I cannot resurrect the dead

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an extension has been requested and this competition will now end on june 3rd ! as a side note this will end at 23:59 cs time

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THESE ENTRIES WERE HELLA GOOD !! i had lots of emotional rollercoasters with these and im?? hella flattered you guys entered and gave such wonderful stories to look at !! but in any case, i must announce the winner,,,,

congratulations to nemuri !!!! the wonderful contrast between the dark gritty side vs the mundane with the hints of ominousness kept me drawn in and wanting to read more so much !! the care to also keep the language vaguely eerie was incredible

everyone else did incredible jobs too !! thank yall for entering !!

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big congrats to nemuri! I thought your story was super cool! < 3
Feel free to have my art if you feel it suits your character! Just make sure you credit me. Again, huge congrats! n v n !!

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an hour ago i was crying over pink milk and tea and somehow i’m here now. im losing my mind

ok in all seriousness tho NFKSHDKDJ TYSM SHUAKE ,,,,,, crying i’m so happy to hear you enjoyed my form!! ;;; i’m such a sucker for all the symbolism with fog, and this comp really set my brainworms into action, but in a good way laughs. clenches fist gently,, ty again sm for rei, i’m excited to develop them more !!

i’d also like to extend a big congrats to everyone who entered!! all the completed forms are so good, and i can’t imagine how difficult it must’ve been to judge aaaaa

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congrats nemuri!! \o/