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Dark Devils Love
In the distant town of Dark Empty, settled profound inside the backwoods, the townsfolk murmured of a legend more seasoned than time. It discussed the Dim Fiend, an element of unfathomable underhanded that snuck in the shadows, going after the frail and the frantic. Few considered talking its name, for dread that in any event, expressing it would bring the monster.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
Unique rules of the village
In the core of a thick woods, covered in the fog of time and secret, lay the town of Eldoria. This town was not normal for some other, not in light of its curious bungalows or its lavish, fruitful terrains, but since of its exceptional standards, which had been gone down through ages. The Eldorians accepted these standards were the way in to their success and harmony, thus they stuck to them with the greatest amount of respect.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
The Clown in real Life. AI-Generated.
It was one of those ordinary, gray Tuesday mornings when I first saw the clown. I was on my usual commute to work, sipping on a lukewarm coffee and mentally preparing for another day of office drudgery. As the bus rattled to a stop, I looked out the window and saw him—bright red nose, oversized shoes, and a rainbow-colored wig. He was standing on the corner, juggling what looked like rubber chickens.
By Andre Atmaja Pandu Pratama2 years ago in Fiction
The Price I Pay. Top Story - May 2024. Content Warning.
Here is a link to Randy Baker's Challenge: Prompted #4 *** Joseph It smells like desperation. Actually, it smells like bleach trying to hide the smell of urine, death, and desperation permanented into the studs of my new home. Even as the perky redhead in scrubs pushes me around in my wheelchair, blathering on about the different rooms and the schedule for the week, I can see a man pouring bleach in a bucket, preparing yet another attempt to mask the bits of horrid smell still peeking through.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
Rage, rage against the dying of the night. Content Warning.
It all happened so fast. From the Doctor telling me there was no 'Get out', 'Hail Mary' or even a 'Wild Card' to the realisation I would not see 2025. No, no smart shuffle could cheat the reaper's reap this time. I wouldn't celebrate 25 years of wonderful marriage to my soul mate, Jenny. To say it was a shit card to deal with was putting it lightly.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
