So You Think You Can Write

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  1. ~Astrophel

    ~Astrophel The Holy Noodle

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    #1 ~Astrophel, Mar 18, 2019
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    Disclaimer: This idea is not my original idea. I’m not sure exactly where it comes from, but a lot of people on different websites do this kind of thing.


    In my last post, I discussed an idea I’ve seen on a lot of websites, dedicated to sharing your writing and receiving feedback for it. I’ll link the original post here. I’d suggest checking it out if you haven’t read it, but you don’t have to in order to understand.
    http://lunime.com/index.php?threads/writing-prompts.8979/
    Here’s a refresher on the rules. A writing prompt is basically an idea provided to you by another person, which you then write a story based off of it. This is a thread for inspiration and creativity, and a place where you can get feedback from other people for your writing.
    One person provides a writing prompt and a deadline, usually 3-5 days from the post. I know we’re all in a lot of different time zones, but I’ve provided some help below that will hopefully make it work. Anyways, continuing on. Within this period of time, you can write a mini story — don’t make it like 100 pages, but feel free to make it long if you need to. Once you’re done writing the story, reply to this thread using said story. Once the deadline arrives, the person who provided the prompt will read over each story, post a reply giving feedback to each person who participated, and pick a new winner. The winner will provide the next writing prompt, and they’ll be the judge.
    Okay, here are the basic rules.
    -Please don’t make it a video. Script/playwrite format is fine, though, if you’d rather do that.
    -You can make it long if you’d like to. Try not to make it like 3 sentences.
    Since a lot of us are in different time zones, here’s the solution I developed for that. It may not work, but it’s worth a shot.
    Option 1: Put the deadline’s date and time, and write which timezone you’re in. People can then determine what time period they’re supposed to submit it in from their own timezone.
    Option 2: If you’re not comfortable giving such information away, you can put “due in (insert number of days).” People can check what day the thread was posted, and determine which day they need to submit a story by. This is a less specific method, but it works just as well. Keep in mind that this is only if you’re the one submitting the prompt. And speaking of which, if you’ve submitted the prompt, I’d suggest not submitting a story, either. Of course, you can if you really find interest in it, that’s absolutely okay. I guess just don’t make yourself the winner. That being said, don’t put yourself down about your story. I’m definitely going to break that rule, so I don’t know why I made it, but try and feel good about yourself when you’ve written it.

    If you’re a grammar person like I am, I’d suggest disregarding grammar/punctuation for this if somebody use some incorrect grammar. This is normally something I wouldn’t say, because I’m way too much of a grammar person. It’s actually annoying to other people sometimes. But uh, yeah. When you’re giving someone feedback, focus on the story/writing style.

    A couple more things, and then we’ll be done. Not trying to overdo the rules here, of course.
    If you’re supplying a prompt for others, the prompt can be a word, a sentence, a quote, a picture... yeah, be creative and pick what you want for other people. It’s completely up to you.

    Dark or gory content is okay as long as it stays within Lunime’s boundaries, as is romance.
    More... mature themes, if you know what I mean, I don’t think should be allowed. Pretty sure that stuff isn’t allowed on this site.


    Finally, the pinglist. If you’re supplying a prompt, make sure to ping all the people who have written previously/are active in the thread. I’ll make a document for people to copy-and-paste the usernames from, because that’s much easier and simpler to do than to write out usernames and to worry you might have missed some. For now, I’ll put the people who are in down here. If I didn’t ping you, you can still write. This is just to make sure you get the notification if you were active about wanting to participate on the previous thread. Of course, you don’t have to participate every single time. If you’re not feeling inspired, don’t want to participate for the round, or you have something going on, you don’t have to participate. It’s not a requirement, so don’t feel pressured.

    This is the current pinglist for people who showed enthusiasm in my last thread.

    @Zeku @YandereKay_BTSKookie @Theis @Damien the Summoner @Kikicocobell @Happle @stars_
    @: ] @Shian @Just Kenneth


    oh, I added myself, too, because I plan to participate in this if it actually goes anywhere. If I forgot your name and you want to be in, let me know. Since I’m the first person to post this, I guess I’ll write the first prompt. I hope it makes sense and works out. Thanks for listening to this whole thing.

    Prompt: Write a story from the point of view of a creature/person who stays alive off the despair of others. One day, this being wakes up in a cell, within a town where there is no despair, and only happiness. You decide what happens from there on.
    Deadline: March 22nd 12:00 (noon) Pacific Northwest time
     
  2. Just Kenneth

    Just Kenneth Klowning, a requiem experience

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    I am a madman..?
    Damn, this has been a god awful time ever since I've been writing. In fact, I rarely been writing til I reached this point. It's so damn hard to just hold this pent up feeling of misery just to sustain myself. I can't recall why I must feed off from the despair I caused upon others, but this isn't the reality I known for a long time. Let's take it back a notch.

    I remember a time where everything was alright. The world had problems, but it was sustainable to manage. It wasn't this pitch perfect hollow place that I see before me. It's just so irritating just to see the jolly-go happy lads, but it's noticeable that any "real" interaction I have made with these people, they were always happy. I don't know why ever since I returned "home". I seen my neighbor smiling for as long as they were visible in my sight. Any annoyance I tried to put upon them, they just shrug it off. Tolerate it even! But... Tolerate doesn't seem like the right word so this scenario... Like I said, hollow.

    I decided that I need to take a move on, for this place just too much. I already packed my bags and was ready to leave out of my house. I see the neighbors on their porch, enjoy that could have been a fine time of bird watching, but they were preoccupied noting my leave. I waved at them, to ease this tension i have been placing my self ever since the cameras began to move, viewing only me. I don't why this is the case. I don't know! Urgh... my head has been aching lately, these feeling of stress have been consuming me. I took a walk to leave this horrid town. My old friends and family were no more, in fact I can see an immediate change in their behaviors. My brother, Donovan has been a sometimes good, douche of a jerk to a generous. It's just so unlike him. The arguments happen to be non-existent...

    Don't you dare pull that "people change" bull stool, I know natural change doesn't occur within the week of my absence. I traveled to the forest, farther from the town... I'm not gonna lie, it's hard to really know what I'm doing. The books I've been carrying are my only source of knowledge I can rely on, for such a new book ought to be trashed. I thought about it for a while, despite my eerily paranoia the has latched onto me. Any time I've wore new clothes, hold new supplies, There's a feeling I'm being tracked. I... encounter a lot of people, strangers who always questions my status of my well-being. It comes off as weird, nobody really cared why I happen to exist til now, especially when it's a repetitive cycle. I had tested this theory, this one idea about this stalk-ish behavior. I decided not to wear the clothes, tossing it down in the trash. However, ever since that event... The people becomes more attentive on me...

    I made sure to take notes from the book, camping for a long time. Away from the happy society. I don't know how to save them, if they are even salvageable from the excessive chemicals that they were doused in. I longed for someone who I can truly relate to- Augh! My head aches even more. This feeling... No... Nono... Fresh, Ugly Cocky, Kangaroos! I'm feeling... Happy!? Upon scratching the back of my head, there's a device... Ahahaha.... This is how it'd be for World Peace... Huh... I can see something vague in the shadow.... I'm only writing this now while I still have the Cha---------------------------------------
     
  3. TokkiDoriii

    TokkiDoriii 【Smol Unnoticed Boy】

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    It's been a while since I've seen the outside world after they brought me here. I've gathered that they've given me some strange injections since my being in this place, injections that send this sickening feeling through my veins. This place reeks unhealthily of happiness. It comes off of my cell in thick plumes.

    There was a girl here before but she was taken away. I remember the dull, hollowness in her eyes and they still haunt me in my dreams. I haven't seen her since and I wonder what happened to her. Will the same thing happen to me?

    Everyday more of this nauseating substance is injected into me and more of the 'happy gas' is pumped into the cell. Soon, I fear, the gas and injections will corrupt even the darkest depths of my mind and heart. There's too much happiness here and too little despair. Pretty soon, this happiness will kill me.

    I'm growing weaker and weaker by the second. The pen that I'm writing with is trembling in my hand; I can barely keep hold of it. I want someone to help me before I've truly disappeared from sight.

    I can barely hold my pen anymore. I can already feel myself fadi--
     
  4. Kikicocobell

    Kikicocobell The Figure in A Snow Globe on a Nearby Shelf

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    #4 Kikicocobell, Mar 19, 2019
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    A Happy Place
    I woke up in a cold and dark cell… I wondered where I was for a moment… I looked out of a tiny window to find that the moon was high. I drank in the small amount of moonlight I could… I sniffed the air, my nose just barely poking out from between the bars… to my surprise… I couldn’t smell any negativity! None at all! “What kind of place is this…” I whispered under my breath I turned around and scanned the room… my corn yellow eyes darting across the floor… I sniffed the air once more and found it to be sickeningly fresh… I slowly walked to the door… the claws on my feet making quiet taps and scrapes across the stone floor. I take a long look at the door… “lock, lock… where’s the- ah!” I reach my arm carefully around the bars and use my claws as a lockpick, I’ve been trapped in cages and prisons of the like, so I’m used to this sort of thing.

    I feel a rush of pride as a satisfying click can be heard as I unlocked the cell door. I push the door open, a loud creak filling my ears… I escape into the streets of this town… running as if my life depended on it… I sneak by nearly every single house I could find… “What gives!” I say out loud in frustration, as I back away from the last window I could find. “No one’s having nightmares, no one’s being kept up late with anxiety… what kind of place could be so… happy!” -growl- I clutch my stomach… hearing it growl… “uugh… I’m starving… why did I have to end up in a place like this…?” I suddenly hear something coming from inside the house, I flinch and take a step back seeing a darkened silhouette cross the window… I take a quick sniff of the air… still nothing… just that gross scent of air saturated with cheerfulness. “If I were a Glee Eater, this place would be like a damn buffet.” I mumble in an annoyed tone… though, maybe, with someone being awake in the house I’m standing right behind, with a half open window… maybe making any sound at all was a bad idea. “Huh?” I hear whoever it is that’s walking around in there say out loud in a confused… yet somehow cheery tone… I froze in place as they started walking towards the door that basically faced me directly, I heard a gentle tap, they’re probably wearing slippers… I was about to panic when I realized… if they freak out when they see me here I can get a good meal… alright then, I stand my ground click my tongue… funny, I forget when I started doing that.

    I hear a little click from the lock of the door, and see the doorknob twist… what’s that I smell? A little bit of anxiety…? I was being optimistic… in my own special way, the air still reeked of glee and I think I’d notice if there as a little drop of despair in it… the door opened… and revealed what looked to be a boy in his teens, dark hair and glasses… he has a curious expression… I hope he screams, that’ll cause a nice bit of panic in this disgusting place and make it a bit more livable… even if just long enough for me to get the energy I need to get out of here… “oh, wow! You’re a Grief Eater, aren’t you!” that statement struck me like a baseball bat to the gut. What the heck! I am a literal monster, and this kid doesn’t even have the slightest hint of fear! I just stand silently… staring at him… I notice that there’s a… pill bottle in his hand… can’t be anything like antidepressants or something to lower anxiety, because he clearly doesn’t have any negative thoughts… “Oh! My apologies, I didn’t introduce myself!” He says, as if he were just meeting a new person! Who is this kid!

    “My name is Jun! You’ll have to forgive my enthusiasm, this is the first time I’m seeing a humanoid creature like yourself, I’ve only ever read about them!” What? A humanoid… creature? That’s what their calling me? I feel almost offended by that… I adjust my stance… Jun seeming to be fascinated by the way my legs move… they’re no different from a wolf’s legs… what’s the big deal? “Kris… my name is Kris” I say, out of an old habit that I just can’t kick, why I didn’t stop myself exactly, I don’t know. “Kris is a pretty name!” Jun steps out from the doorway putting the pill bottle in his pocket… he extends his hand out towards me… I reach forward just a little… before pulling my hand back “you’re not scared?” I ask with full seriousness. “No.” jun replies, again without a hint of self doubt “Not even a little?” I ask again… Jun shakes his head. Come, on! I have huge wolf-like legs, I basically have claws instead of fingers, my teeth are razor sharp and could rip right through him in one bite, and he’s not even nervous! I reach out and shake his hand, being careful not to scratch him… “we’re friends now.” Jun says, with the confidence of a little kid.

    I let go of Jun’s hand and he starts walking back towards his- wait… I smell something… I sniff the air a little… I nearly start drooling… I smell an intense amount of negative emotion… coming from Jun… I immediately start to drink in the delicious anxiety, feeling my strength return to me as I do… when suddenly, after a quick motion on Jun’s part… all that negative emotion is just… gone. What? H-how? Jun turns back towards me… the pill bottle back in his hand… open… “Have a happy day!” he says smiling eerily as he closes the door behind him…

    inspiration struck while I was writing so I drew Kris >w<
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  5. TokkiDoriii

    TokkiDoriii 【Smol Unnoticed Boy】

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    May I use Kris as an inspiration for a story, Kiki?
     
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  6. Kikicocobell

    Kikicocobell The Figure in A Snow Globe on a Nearby Shelf

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    #6 Kikicocobell, Mar 19, 2019
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    Sure! just give me some credit if you can? >w<
     
  7. TokkiDoriii

    TokkiDoriii 【Smol Unnoticed Boy】

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    Of course! May I use the drawing? I'll credit for that too
     
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  8. Kikicocobell

    Kikicocobell The Figure in A Snow Globe on a Nearby Shelf

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    sure! ^ U ^
     
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  9. Zeroth

    Zeroth 『0th』

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    Book 2, Chapter 5, Entry #701

    White. A page left blank among the countless I've written each day ever since you left, and countless others to follow until the day we'll meet again. Hopefully.

    As for today, there really isn't much to tell you, beside what I've already had, and there really isn't much reason either, for me to skip to the next page all the sudden. If there's one page I do want to leave blank, perhaps it wouldn't be until I'm more than halfway in through the third book that I would finally be able to do so. And that, would be a special day in itself, a celebration for something you thought one could only dream of. But then again, I don't think you would leave me for that long, wouldn't you ?

    Ah, I think I got carried away as always. After all, on cold winter days like these there's not much to see outside, than just the plain old white I've spent-

    I'm sorry. I guess my memories' getting faulty again. Today's quite early in spring, actually, as I've wrote the last few pages, and it's really quite a great sight outside. Step out of the small room I've made home, for now, and there's just so much to look around. The weather's mild, the wind's a calm breeze, and trees and flowers are blooming a lot. Maybe you'll need to see it by yourself to get a good picture of how it was like. It's, well.. anything but fitting, as far as the number of this day goes in my logbook, a colorful contrast to a particular code you once said would correspond to just white.

    Maybe, if you're here with me today, this would be the last day we'll ever spent together. As we currently are, of course. Now that time has made true your dreams and wipe away all your troubles, that would finally mark the end of my duty. Of course, that wouldn't mean we'll part anytime soon. In fact, as you've said to me once, maybe we could finally be something more than just that.

    For a place this calm, peaceful, and dreamlike even, I wonder why is it that I'm starting to feel what you once did ? The grey sky has long became a clear blue. The hazy air and murky waters has both became cool and refreshing—or at least what you would think of them. And the land has came back to life once more, like in the clips we used to watch together most of the time.

    It's strange. To think that after nearly two entire books of no one having them in their mind, someone that's, for sure, impossible to feel that way, have ended up being the only one to do so. Moreso the irony when I'm supposed to be someone who's work was to help someone out of them.

    But then again, a blank white page can sometimes mean a fresh start, isn't it ? Maybe, now that my turn's to help you is over now, yours would come to take their place. Someday..

     
  10. TokkiDoriii

    TokkiDoriii 【Smol Unnoticed Boy】

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    OH NO! ZEROTH WILL ANNIHILATE US ALL!
     
  11. Happle

    Happle stan loona

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    Beyond the Distant Abyss
    "We seem to have lost something. A sense of sustenance, we seek. Search, search... searching for fear within fragile human hearts. We can't see; we lack energy: despair must come...

    Wake up, we must. We seem to be bound up: the naivete of humans, so innocent and blind. Our body shifts, free from the shackles. A ghastly form we assume; as to transform to slip through the cracks.

    Our many eyes show us this: we are not in the Elder Library. Yes, our home is a sealed archive. Within? Words, to sentences, to pages of human despair. We capture their very essence and we feed off of their negative energy. That is the diet of Sabrus, the terrible name given to us by fearful creatures.

    As we crawl out, our body lifts to a new plane of existence. To put this in simple terms: we are akin to ghosts. Observe, and realize that humans are to be terminal to their emotions. But as we drift along this ethereal axis, we come to a devastating conclusion.

    To put it bluntly, we have been gated in an alternate reality, a utopia distant from the abyssal archives we had lived in. We are near powerless.

    CONSUMECONSUMECONSUME​

    The humans, trapping themselves in a paradise prison: they live on the floating islands, where their hearth know no destruction. Their homely attitudes, their sparkling gestures... their facade of being truly happy is believable. Every move, every day: perfectly planned and performed. A mastermind. We shall release him from what he is doing to humanity. His burdens of saving mankind: they must be catastrophic.

    We shall kill him. We will tear his soul from his body, and with the corpse, we shall take his form, and spread their worship, and our intimidation. Our master plan is quite grand isn't it?

    Our ghastly figure hastens to his abode: Avalon Center. He's sickly, working to preserve his vision of everlasting peace. We see his misery, our food. We rift through space, our abominable figure being detested by tired eyes. Our shadowy gaze forces shrieks out of him-

    we kill.

    S A V E M E!
    H E L P M E!
    I'M GOING TO DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE
    HELPHELPHELP-​

    And that is how the terrible Sabrus created their followers, a cult of secret fear, a wretched reality indeed. The remnants of humanity would be forever preserved in the Elder Library, their very mind and body trapped between the desperate lines for help.
     
  12. Theis

    Theis A Slightly Rusty Collection Of Gears

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    #12 Theis, Mar 20, 2019
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    Unnatural

    At their core, humans can be surprisingly simple creatures. They are born, grow up, pursue their goals, then age and fade away. This path varies, of course, depending on the individuals. But some things remain constant. Things that are ingrained into the human psyche.

    Happiness. Determination. Love. Hope.

    Sadness. Doubt. Hatred. Despair.

    Both of these groups, humanity's Yin and Yang. Always dancing in and out, a neverending cycle of positivity and negativity.

    And of the negative emotions? I feed on them. They sustain me. The more potent the emotion, the more nourishment I receive.

    I have lived for an extremely long time. I have seen the best, and the worst that humans have to offer.

    When humanity was still piecing themselves together from shattered tribes, I fed upon those who were abandoned by their tribe members. When humanity was plagued by disease, the suffering that unfolded gave me strength. When humanity descended into global warfare, the atrocities enacted, the lives ruined, they were untold in number, too numerous to count.

    But I never enjoyed this. I never reveled in their suffering. How could I? How could I feel any pleasure seeing them on the ground, begging for their lives? Watching as they wasted away, slowly draining what little life they had left?

    So I helped them. Not directly, mind you. I can't affect the physical world, not well at least. Rather, I appeared to them. I accompanied them in their dreams, in the corners of their vision.

    Some, I tried to comfort. For others, I merely acted as a silent companion.

    And for those who had nothing left to live for?

    I took their hand in mine, and comforted them in their last moments. It was the least I could do.

    These moments of solace, of course, weakened me, ever so slightly. And, as history moved on, humanity sought to remove suffering from the world. Slowly, but surely, I grew weaker. My influence decreased, and fewer and fewer people were able to sense my presence.

    Technology made leaps and bounds. Progress in all fields was made. The world became united under a single nation. World peace...

    If there was such thing as a utopia, this would be the closest thing. There was still suffering, but only for the briefest moments. I was barely holding on by a thread.

    Which brings me to where we are now.

    I'm in a room. Stark white in all directions. I have a physical body, which shouldn't be possible. Until now, I was an incorporeal being. Physical barriers were of no importance to me.

    I don't remember how I got here. I was at the site of a car crash, attracted by the panic and fear the victims were exuding. All I remember is a flash of bright light before suddenly being thrown here.

    I can still feel the emotions in the air. But something is wrong. It feels...unnatural.

    I focus my mind. I reach outwards, searching for someone to imprint on. I find a soul a distance outside my cell. I grasp onto their mind and–

    A red flash of pain rips through me. I scream and claw my way out of this person's mind, only to be pulled ever further into the abyss. I feel the twist of a thousand knives as I descend into whatever hell fate has in store for me.

    And then, nothing.

    I feel nothing. Nothing but a vague, buzzing feeling.

    I look around. I'm incorporeal again, above someone. It's a man, neatly dressed in a polo shirt and jeans. He's sitting down, smiling.

    His eyes are vacant, and his lips are curled up into a permanent smile. It's unsettling if anything.

    I move forward, past the man and through the walls of his house. I find myself among a street. There are a few people outside, all of them smiling.

    What the hell..?

    I've never seen anything like–

    I'm suddenly overcome by a feeling of nausea. My vision fades, and I awaken on the cold floor of the pristine white cell.

    I'm covered in a cold sweat, and I feel unwell. I keel over and begin to retch. Nothing comes out.

    I was already on my last legs before this. Looks like death is finally catching up to me, after all these years.

    Though, one thing stands out in my mind. On the people I saw outside. They had something implanted into the back of their necks. A small, square-shaped object.

    The humans are playing god. They are suppressing the things that make up who they are. Without despair, what is the purpose of pursuing happiness? What motivation could there possibly be in making an effort to better yourself if you don't have the despair to remind you how low you can fall?

    But what does it matter to me? I'm dying.

    My vision becomes distorted, the cell walls becoming twisted and muddled. Soon, nothing is left behind but an empty black void.

    My mind goes blank as I fade into the night.
     
  13. Shian

    Shian [insert witty phrase here]

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    Darkling

    “What is it?”

    “I don’t know. Samuel found it in the woods. Weird little thing, isn’t it?”

    The voices were just on the edge of hearing, human from the sound of it. The creature liked humans, a rich buffet of emotions, most of them deliciously dark. These were young its senses told it, full of curiosity and wonder, which made its insides churn with repulsion. However, where there were young humans, there were adult humans, and with them, worry, despair, fear, anger, doubt…

    The hunger returned in a rush at the mere thought of food. It tried to remember the last time it had eaten… oh yes, that refugee caravan. That had been a feast of hopelessness, regret, and anguish, but that had been days ago in this hells-forsaken countryside.

    The creature tentatively opened its dark red eyes. As expected, two young humans stared back at it through metal bars. It watched with some satisfaction as they two jumped back in surprise.

    “Whoah! It moved!”

    “Kay, go get father!”

    Good, it thought, one of the the young will bringing their sire. Until then best be cautious.

    The creature curled its slender body into a tighter ball and watched the remaining young one stare back at it. It didn’t like being looked at. Its home was the the edge of vision and its methods were subtle and stealthy. It was a hunter, and now it was starting to feel like prey.

    Thankfully the young one didn’t take long returning with the adult, but… something was wrong.

    The adult human was physically in his prime and healthy and appeared normal. And yet, under the surface something was missing. The creature sensed curiosity, contentment, even a bit of bliss, but no worry, not fear, not even a hint of mistrust. No dark emotions at all. He was like a walking husk.

    “You’re right Kay,” the adult said, “that little fellow is awake.”

    “Is it okay?”

    The adult frowned slightly as it peered at the creature. “Well, it’s hard to tell… but it doesn’t look hurt. Just scared. Probably never been around people before.”

    The creature felt another pang of hunger. This adult had no idea how wrong it was.

    “Can we keep it?”

    The adult laughed. “Now Eric, we already have Moppet.”

    “But papa, that’s just a dog! Can we, please?”

    “Not you too, Kay!” The adult laughed again. “All right, let’s see what the Lore Master has to say first. But don’t you two have chores to do?“

    “Awww…” the young whined in unison.

    The creature stopped listening to the three humans and wondered to itself. It was not uncommon for young to be lacking the sweet dark emotion it craved, but this adult was strange, like an empty husk. The darkness was missing, hollowed out. Very strange. It made the creature nervous.

    After the family brood left, things were quiet. The creature was alone in its cell. It uncurled, stretched its legs and back, and took a few moments to assess its situation.


    There were two more cells on either side, empty and surprisingly well cleaned. In fact, everything was very well scrubbed. Usually human prisons were ripe with filth and made for good hunting grounds, but this one was soulless, scoured clean of any use.

    The bars were iron and set close enough together that the creature probably couldn’t slip through without getting stuck, putting it in a worse situation. There was a small bowl of water, a plate of some kind of dried meat, and a blanket in the cell with it as if it were some kind of dog. The creature briefly bristled in revulsion at the thought of being something’s pet and quietly vowed that would never happen.

    Despite its great hunger, it could be patient until an opportunity arose to leave this cell and find a decent meal.

    The day passed slowly. Occasionally, another human or two would come around to the cells and look at the creature or go about their human business. All of them were adult and all of them were smiling happy hunks just like the father had been. What could cause such emptiness it wondered to itself.

    As the purple sky of late day lit the cell, the creature heard voices approaching.

    “...but it seems harmless, Lore Master.” That was the father from before. “ I’m sure the boys-”

    “Let me make that decision, Joseph. For the good of the village.” This was a new voice, older, kindly, but firm. The creature immediately didn’t like it.

    “Of course, for the good of the village,” the father replied as he entered the cell area leading a withered looking human leaning heavily on a gnarled staff of dark oak. This newcomer looked positively ancient and frail as he turned his eyes towards the creature and…

    For the first time since the ordeal had begun, the creature was genuinely frightened. There was so much power behind those eyes, so much darkness. The creature immediately recognized it as a kindred spirit the moment their eyes met and a very powerful one.

    The Lore Keeper calmly blinked at the creature. Without turning, he waved his hand and said “You may go, Joseph. I shall deal with this.”

    “...Yes Lore Master.”

    Once the two were alone, the creature tentatively bowed its head in fealty.

    “Explain yourself,” the Lore Master said in a voice that was cold and hinted at dark consequences, “Why are you here, darkling?”

    ~I was sssseekling prey~ the creature spoke soundlessly. ~THEY brought me here~

    “THEY are mine.”

    The creature flinched. ~I did not mean-~

    “No, it would seem not,” the Lore Master added, his tone much calmer than a moment before.

    The creature still cowered under the Lore Master’s gaze, vowing to itself that if it did make it out of here alive, it would never EVER leave the city again.

    After a brief silence, the Lore Master spoke again. “You won’t find anything to eat around here, darkling. These people keep me fed and I keep them in blissful ignorance. I’ll not have you spoiling that.”

    The creature shook its head.

    The Lore Master stared at the creature for what felt like an eternity. Finally he said “There is a road near the east side of town. Follow it and you should find the prey you seek. Just never darken this village again. Do you understand?”

    ~Yessss!~

    With a metallic “clink”, the latch slid back as the Lore Master opened the cell.

    Relief flooded the creature, almost enough to make it forget its vast hunger, and pausing only to bow once more, slithered quickly off, vanishing into the rapidly growing darkness.

    -END

    [Hope it's okay that I wrote this in 3rd person limited, but somehow "I" didn't seem to fit the mindset of the creature I was thinking of]
     
  14. CrystalsoftheSkies

    CrystalsoftheSkies Earl Phantomhive

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    Change.

    November 14, XX11

    This may include mild cursing and dark elements.

    Sorry for making this illogical or sounding like a 3rd grade chapter book.

    Try to listen to the music recommended until the next recommended music. Try to put it on loop. Otherwise, keep this song on loop.


    I looked out the window, and there was nothing but joy. This monstrosity radiating everywhere. The only shadows that are dark enough in this place, is right here. Where I am right this moment. And it's not coming from the room, or me. It's coming from a person. Sickening. This is all I've seen for an entire year now. Why was I brought here? Do they want me to die? No, they just mistook me for a human.

    So, they think happiness is easy to create, aye? Tch, they're all damn idiots if it hides the despair. Happiness can still take place during despair. What they invent, will never get rid of despair. And the people with the most despair can break your filthy inventions, no matter how strong it radiates happiness. Wait, it doesn't even create happiness. It's to fool every mind that despair is happiness. No one notices, until you look close enough. Close enough to see all the tension through their eyes.

    November 13, XX10

    "It's smells cold and eerie over here," I thought as I quietly exited a spruce forest in the dead of night. I saw at the corner of my eye a shadow also exiting the forest. It looked very unnatural to the other surroundings. It resembled a fire shape, but it was pitch black. Oh, it's another one of my kind, a shadow. They've also caught the scent of despair, I believe. But I do recall sensing the food first. But right now, it's snooze, you lose.

    I swiftly moved through the shadows casted from the moon. There was only a straight road and a few lights in the path of the scent. The scent grew stronger and stronger by the second. The other shadow swiftly moved in this direction, as well. We both reached an intersection of the road, but the scent I caught was still straight ahead. The other shadow went left, surprisingly. Maybe it caught a different scent. Good, now the food ahead is mine now.

    I stopped at a little driveway. At the end of the road, was a small cottage. All the lights were off except for the living room. I see where the source of the despair is coming from now. The scent of despair lead to the second floor, conveniently having an open window. I leapt through the window from where I was standing. Turns out, the scent was coming from a kid's bedroom. Cliche.

    I look at this boy, around the age of twelve. He's really tall for his age, around two feet higher than the average twelve year old. average twelve year old. He's all alone in his bedroom, and the lights are turned off. The night sky beaming through the window gave a blue and lonely feeling. He's on his bed, and it looks like he's sobbing. This food is everywhere, why can't I have something new?

    I heard the kid's door slam open. The light was immediately switched on, and the window was immediately shut from the force of the door. At the doorway stood a young looking mom, with a "Karen" appearance. Ah, so this kid has an entitled mother. Now, that's some despair I want to eat, because it has a taste of pure stupidity. Wait, I can't just assume. Is this kid undergoing stress from the pettiness of his mother?

    Wait, I'm getting carried away. You see, I have the appearance of a twelve year old boy when I'm shown in the light. I have orange eyes and white hair, and I wear a plain navy blue sweater, and black jeans. I wear black tennis shoes. I am also one foot taller than the average twelve year old. So, you know what the mom does?

    "WHAT THE HELL," yelped the mom. She hit the door hard, and the kid shrieks in horror. So, this mom limits the freedom of this child? Wait, this is a girl? Oops. Well, she's in too much shock to speak.

    "And why aren't you in bed, Kayla," said the mom. "I'm going to break your phone if you are awake at this hour again. I already broke your PC, want me to do the same to your phone?" Kayla is near to having a mental breakdown. I'm craving her despair. But, it's too late to take it. I can't get close to her at this rate.

    "And you young man, must be her friend," the mother said. "I'm sorry for my daughter misbehaving, but, you're up at this hour too. So you must be the influence of my daughter's behavior." And to my surprise, Kayla is too shocked and sad to say anything about this.

    This woman literally grabs my hoodie, and tugs me down the stairs. I looked at some of the portraits, and it turns out that this insane lady is a principal of a school. Then came the last portrait. She was holding a book about my species, and there was a pitch black flame behind her. It was me. Oh no. I recognize the book. It was a book I skimmed through in a library I usually went to in this town when I finished feasting. This book had the most misleading information I've ever read about my species. We don't make despair worse, at all. Us shadows instead, get rid of it.

    "I know for a fact that you don't have a family, you filthy shadow," the woman says. "I can't believe I caught the shadow! I'm going to bring you to a place that will never serve your food on a silver platter. In fact, they will never serve you food."

    She quickly switched on all the lights, and it was too bright for me to escape this house. She picks up her phone, and dials an orphanage I've never heard of. Is this her plan to make me suffer? Wow. Pathetic. Orphanages have a lot of despair, so she's giving me a favor.

    There was a doorbell two hours later. This mother just stared at me while she was on her phone for the time being. The mom gets up, and quickly opens the door. I quickly tried to run outside, but I was somehow prevented. There were three people in white tail coats, and they sprayed me with a substance. And it somehow managed to make me unconscious.
     

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    CrystalsoftheSkies Earl Phantomhive

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    November 14, XX10


    I woke up in a pure white room the next day. It smells, ew. What kind of smell is this!? Ew, ew, ew!! Wait, why am I wearing a rainbow glow-stick? How will I travel?? I jumped out of a prince-looking bed, and headed straight to the window. Oh my god. It looks like a tropical paradise for angels. And no sign of despair. Oh no.

    I felt something tight around my neck. It was a rainbow glow-stick. I tried to rip it off of me, but my hand burns the second I touch the chains and lock. Damn it, I won't be able to travel with light on me. And, what is repulsive aura coming from it? It feels, happy-go-lucky. No, it feels, delightful. Gross. It's building up so much tension in me. I looked at a mirror in the corner of a room. I'm, smiling!? Why do I look so joyous!?

    Wait, I got to get myself together! So, everything about this place is joyous. This is impossible, there's despair even in the happiest of situations. So, there's something going on. I step out of my room, into a hallway. I step downstairs, leading to a cafe. But, for kids. Wait, is this even an orphanage?

    Turns out, this orphanage is full of happy kids, with happy entertainment. I observe the menu, which contains average human food. I look around, and I see some nine year olds listening to a diss track by an indoor fountain. So, I just go back to my "prison cell," the light bedroom. Ew. At least all the rooms are separate.

    I flop onto the bed, and hide under the covers. This is it, I'm going to die here.

    November 15, XX10


    Day two of prison. I step out of my cell, ready to torture myself with these boring activities. I walk out of my room, and into the yard out back. It's massive. I decide to walk by the outdoor hallways, which are conveniently shaded. Anyway, I don't want to be exposed to disgusting light.

    I walk near a door that was shut, and it reeked of a holy smell. This was the manager's office, so of course it had that smell. But, I caught the scent of something good, under all of that holiness. Is this, despair!?

    I push myself closer to the door, and the saddening smell was so strong, it's physically possible for a shadow to eat from here. So, I absorbed the despair, and I felt full. This must be a lot of despair. It tastes like, stress. Is this mid-life crisis? It tastes like it, but it also has the taste of tragedy, loss, and hopelessness. This tastes beautiful, and it tastes especially better when they try to hide it.

    But, this food won't last long enough for me. But hey, at least I was doing the human a favor. Getting rid of their despair for my own survival.

    November 20, XX10

    I tried pushing myself to other doors around the orphanage. No scent of despair. Shucks. I gave up, and decided to go eat, human food. Human food is decent every once in a while. I walked to the cafe and got in a surprisingly short line. I just ordered, a cheesecake. As I sat down at one of the benches outside, I saw a girl struggling to take off the necklace. Wait, how is she not smiling? This is the first time I've seen one of the kids here frown. She looks really angry as well. In addition, she has a lot of despair. She was around the age of twelve, again. The girl dropped to the floor, and started crying.

    "I DON'T WANT THIS THING IN MY NECK!! IT'S BUILDING UP INSIDE OF ME!"

    I couldn't help myself but get out of my seat, starving. Despair was right there, it's be so easy to take it. But the scent was weak, yet really strong. I have to somehow get around her to feast. Her reason for despair though, is still unknown.

    So, the glow-stick prevents despair. Ah, I see. I see what the mother tried to do.

    I know how I'll get round' her. Aesthetics.

    December 3, XX10


    The girl and I were "close friends." Her name was Maylene, and I gave myself the name, "Xander." We both were in my room, playing Slapjack. Another kid was there, and his name was Vincent. Maylene thought of him as a good friend, while I used my aesthetics to treat him like a close friend as well.

    It started snowing outside, and Maylene bolts to the window. She was all joyous at first, then, it died down. She stayed, quiet, for a moment. She asks Vincent if he could go back to his room so he wouldn't get sick. As Vincent leaves, Maylene shuts the door quietly. She looks outside the window again, and struggles to take out the necklace. She starts sobbing uncontrollably.

    Food. I walked up to her, and gave her a hug. Maylene started venting, but it was too muffled for me to hear. And, I don't really care. I comforted her, yet consuming the despair. The despair in her soul starts getting absorbed by me, and ten minutes later, she feels alright.

    This was how I would survive until I escape, or when I get "adopted." I can feed off of this girl until the time being. She's depressed to the extent of feeding me for a year. But, it would die down when I finish all of her despair. She'll be a happy girl. And, I would either try to escape, or simply die.

    November 11, XX11


    Maylene, got adopted. So did Vincent. Now, I'm all alone again. Like I needed company. It's just, going to be really hard to find another food source here. Maybe I'll just, isolate myself in this pure white room. I will use my bed sheets to cover the window, and block the door with the bed and drawers. It's a lot of effort, but at least I did something before I disappear.

    It's really dark in here, but the glow-stick glows brightly. It still has the "happy" radiation. How..? How does it still have this much power? Wait... I was feeling sadness the whole time. Don't shadows, not have despair? We consume, not produce. What's happening..?

    I threw up. I quickly got up, and looked at the mirror. The necklace shined bright enough for me to see myself. I looked the same, but something was different. Just, something. I pick up a scent of despair. I quickly looked around, but it wasn't coming from any direction. It was coming from, me.

    November 29, XX11

    I'm so weak. I'm empty. I'm starving.

    I laid on the bed, next to the door still. I could barely move. The necklace vibrated. I could only manage a twitch. It started vibrating more and more. And it stopped. I could hear a small voice in my mind.

    "Entity: Shadow. Status: Weak. Despair Levels: 98. Days left until full despair: 2."

    I felt a shiver down my spine. What is this necklace going to do? Am I going to die on that day? Whatever, there's still no scent of despair coming from someone else. I can't consume my own despair. Anyway, this glow-stick still has light. I can't shift into a flame. So, this is it, isn't it?

    December 1, XX11

    I can't, think properly. It's so, blurry. I can't move myself, at all. I can only blink, and breathe. The necklace starts losing it's light. But, I'm too weak to, transform into a flame.



















    December 2, XX11

    Click. I opened my eyes. It was total darkness. It was even too dark to transform. Just, total darkness. The necklace had no light emitting. Is this, death? I tried getting up, and surprisingly did. I felt, light. The necklace lot up again. There was a voice.

    "Status: Awake. Despair Levels: 100. Experiment System Activated."

    I felt a large sting in my chest. It felt more painful that death itself. A tried to scream, but no noise came out. I kept on struggling, but the damn necklace paralyzed me. The necklace became sharp, and went straight to my chest. I yelped in pain, but there was no noise. I could see my own body lighting up pure white. Not rainbow, just pure white.

    The pain stopped a minute later. I opened my eyes, in a shock. The necklace was gone, and I was back in the lone room. I tried to transform, but I couldn't. The necklace was gone, but my chest felt really heavy. I uncovered the window, and it was midnight. I swiftly opened my window, and jumped out. I surprisingly landed softly, and I started sprinting.

    I'm not hungry.

    I ran into the woods, and sprinted like never before. I couldn't transform. Why..!? I decided to book it. I climbed up the mountains. It took an hour. I finally made it to the top. I didn't hesitate to jump. Before I jumped, time absolutely stopped. I heard the same voice in my head.

    "Entity: Light. Status: Immortal. Despair Levels: Null."

    I stopped breathing for a moment, in frozen time.

    "Project: Dark to Light Conversion. Operation: Successful."

    I stayed silent.

    "You shadow, are now a light. Your job is to fulfill the emptiness the shadows ate, and fill in the emptiness with joy. Replace the despair with joy."

    ...heh.
     
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  16. ~Astrophel

    ~Astrophel The Holy Noodle

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    Fricc, y’all made it really hard to choose a winner. Every one of these entries is creative and interesting, and everybody participating did really well writing. These are the short reviews I wrote for each entry. If I somehow missed somebody, please let me know.


    @Just Kenneth

    This is a very unique take on the story! I like the fact that the town this person wakes up in is their own town. There’s a few loose ends that need to be tied, but I enjoyed your writing and the perspective of this character overall.



    @YandereKay_BTSKookie:

    A very interesting perspective! The way you wrote the story really made it seem like the character was running out of time. It feels like a diary somebody’s writing where they’re slowly losing their mind. I liked this a lot!


    @Kikicocobell:

    I really like this take on the prompt. Rather than being a story that feels like it’s written in a journal, this story represents a different point of view. It really gives a metaphorical feel. I did notice that the point of view changed from past to present a couple times, but it worked both ways.



    @Zeku:

    This is a creative idea, and I enjoyed it. It’s very different to the others. In a way, it seems like the roles are reversed: the character feeds off of happiness rather than despair. Nonetheless, it’s a good story and it definitely has a fitting atmosphere.


    @Zeroth:

    Your writing style is very unique. I have to say, I like it a lot. The way the character seems like they’re writing letters to a lost love brings the story to life. I can tell it was inspired by the prompt, but was a very different take on it than I expected, I’ll admit. Good job!


    @Happle:

    I have to say, I wasn’t expecting this, but I definitely enjoyed it. The characterization of the creature (or creatures) seems less human than I’ve seen yet, more animalistic. It’s a very interesting way of writing the story, and gives it a gripping sort of hook that pulls your reader in.


    @Theis:

    The style that you wrote this in reminded me of a history book, or a documentary or something. It seems as if the character is writing about the history of humans, and how they’ve changed. It actually fascinated me to read about. Another great entry.


    @Shian:

    I agree with you, writing this in third person brings the story to life more. The way the character speaks in a nonhuman voice, and how they observe their surroundings, was very reminiscent of the way animals think in some stories. Excellent work.


    @: ]: The character in this story is a very unique being. I like the way you wrote it with different dates in it, as if to show how much time has passed, and how the creature was dying within itself. A few loose ends, but overall a great story.


    So, now the winner.

    I decided, for this round, to pick Shian. I believe this was one of my favorites. This character has a great perspective, and you did a really good job giving the shadow some life.

    The runner up is Zeroth. It was really hard to pick a winner, so take a runner-up as well.
     
  17. Just Kenneth

    Just Kenneth Klowning, a requiem experience

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    Mfw Nobodth gets out classed. •0•
     
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    CrystalsoftheSkies Earl Phantomhive

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    Zeroth is king of writing
     
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    Happle stan loona

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    We kinda expected this, huh?
     
  20. Theis

    Theis A Slightly Rusty Collection Of Gears

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    wAit, i dIdN't wIN? wHY dId yOU DO THIs i'm so offenDeD. I'm GOiNG TO SUe YOU foR EMoTiOnAL dAMAGE!!!111!!

    I'm kidding, of course. Congrats to @Shian for winning, and @Zeroth for runner up!