In the quaint little town of Youth Lambs, a sudden blackout cast its shadows over the streets one fateful night. The stars above twinkled like distant diamonds, but below, a thick blanket of darkness enveloped all.
Jason and Mark were in the middle of a late-night gaming marathon when the lights abruptly flickered out. A low hum resonated through the house, followed by a heavy silence that seemed to swallow them whole.
“Great timing, huh?” Mark chuckled nervously, fumbling for his phone. “I guess it’s candle time.”
“Hurry!” Jason said, the fear palpable in his voice. He rummaged through the drawer, searching for matches. Suddenly, the glow of their devices began to dim, and the shadows deepened around them.
“Did you hear that?” Mark whispered as the hairs on his neck stood on end. A cold breeze danced through the room, causing the curtains to sway, and Jason’s heart raced.
The moment grew tense when a brilliant flash of blue illuminated the room, revealing a figure—a ghostly silhouette. It shimmered with an ethereal light, its visage twisted into an expression of agony. The blue ghost hovered inches from them, its hollow eyes filled with a sorrow that felt almost human, yet terrifying.
“Run!” screamed Jason, but before they could react, the ghost unleashed a powerful surge of kinetic energy. It flung Mark across the room, sending him crashing against the wall with a painful thud, leaving Jason alone and trembling in the dim glow of the ghost.
“Please, I can help you!” Jason shouted, desperation coursing through him. The ghost turned its attention to him, its expressive sorrow deepening. “What the hell do you want?”
The ghost drew closer. “A soul… I seek a Bloody Soul. In exchange for his safety, I wish for a bond,” it whispered, its voice echoing like a distant storm.
He understoof the gravity of the choice. “No! Not like this!” he implored, but the look of dread on Mark’s face as he struggled to stand ignited a spark of determination in Jason’s heart. “Okay! I’ll do it! Just bring him back!”
With a flicker of blue light, Jason felt an eerie sensation washing over him. For a moment, he lost himself in the ghost’s sorrowful existence, feeling its pain and yearning. The connection bound him and the ghost as it released Mark from its grip, sending him tumbling back to Jason’s side.
But as the ghost embraced Jason, something sinister emerged within him. He could feel the cold tendrils of the spirit entwining with his very soul. Mark, still dazed from the ghost’s earlier attack, slowly turned to Jason, his face etched with confusion.
“Jay? Are you okay?” he asked, concern clouding his features.
But Jason’s eyes glowed with an unnatural light, a malevolence that wasn’t his own. “Get away, Mark!” he snarled, his voice echoing disturbingly as the ghost struggled against its new prison.
“Jay, please!” Mark pleaded, but Jason raised his hand, dark energy pulsing from his fingertips. In an instant, he lunged forward, sarkness pooling behind him like a storm cloud.
Mark dodged just in time, his heart racing. “You’re not yourself! Fight it!”
A hollow laugh erupted from Jason’s lips, twisted and unnatural. “You think you can save me?!"
The battle of wills raged as Mark frantically searched for a way to bring his friend back. He remembered the candles from earlier and scrambled to gather them, hoping the light would banish the dark energy within Jason.
As the flickering flames came to life, illumination danced across Jason’s features, cracking the malevolence with every flicker. He hesitated, confusion flashing in his eyes.
“Jay!” Mark shouted, rushing to his friend. “Look at me! Remrmber who you are!”
The fight continued within him, the ghost roaring in fury at the intrusion of light. Just as Mark felt like he was losing hope, Jason found a moment of clarity. “Mark, I can’t… hold it!”
Time slowed, the room buzzing with electric tension. The ghost thrashed, trying to reclaim control, but the light burned brighter. “Your time is up!” it screeched, fury and despair twisting together.
In a final act of desperation, the ghost surged forward, leaving Jason’s body in a torrent of energy. But as it dissolved, the darkness seeped out of him, freeing him from its grip.
The room became still, the tension dissipating, and Jason collapsed, gasping for air as the ethereal blue ghost vanished into the air.
“Jay!” Mark rushed to him, cradling his friend in his arms. “You did it. You’re back!”
Jason blinked through the darkness, the remnants of the battle fading. “I thought I lost it. I thought I’d hurt you.”
“Not on my watch,” Mark said, relief flooding his voice.
The two friends sat amongst the shadows in a room now silent, their bond fortified by the struggle they had faced together. As the power flickered back on, light flooded the room, and they exchanged a meaningful glance, grateful to be alive and together.
From that night forward, Jason and Mark often shared chilling tales of their encounter, always recalling the ghost that had nearly taken it all from them, yet ultimately led them to a deeper understanding of their friendship. Together, they faced the darkness, and together, they emerged into the light—forever united.

Tenna!! | 🟡🐙 said in God Duties | Parkour Civilization:

evbos just better then you

dam 🫠

[Cassandra]: “You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you-ever since you showed me well…You, you said that the pumpkin was part of your curse, but…how come it’s not like…part of you? I thought I remembered you had said that part of the shadow curse becomes part of someone, even after it’s broken. So why not you?”

[Sebastian]: “I used a very demanding spell to separate me from it, and give me my actual head back. But I can still resummon it whenever I want. I just can’t perform the spell again without an incredibly rare material. It’s practically a miracle that I found the first one.”

[C]: “Woah…what kind of material could be so rare that it’s a miracle to find one?”

[S]: “It’s a flower called Lamb’s Cress that was picked to near extinction because of its uses. Folklore says that it gets its curse-repelling properties because it’s blessed by the Goddess of Spring, Celestina. People also believe that there exists a legendary place called The Garden of Celestina where they grow abundantly, but no one’s seen it in centuries…”

@Milo_lolioruru I fear Green Finch (my writer alias) might have gone all out and projected some things-

@PaintingRainbows never said u had to LMFAO

@Your_Local_Sun_Or_Milo Nice! Im currently writing a book in school on a Laptop and it got over 7.000 words 😭 and 2 of the chapters are longer than yours 2x.

meaning - to last for a short time

@Soggy_Bread said in

I don’t think you understand how hard it would be to actually OFFICIALLY publish something

WHY IS THAT SO REAL THO 😭

I just read snow and rose (by Emily winfeild martin) and holy shit it’s so fucking good?!

The way it gets better and better as you go on is so w
The cliffhangers- ✋🏻✋🏻✋🏻😔😔🔥🔥🔥🗣🗣
THE FUCKING DRAMA?!?!?!?!! 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶
THE. CHARACTER. SHIPPING? (I did it all dw 🤭)

I loved (especially the end)
Also the way it kinda displayed depression in the beginning was like really cool in a sense
I hardly ever read that much too-

Rose x ivo ✋😔

@Your-Local-Reaper no

@Your-Local-Reaper LMAOOO

It’s been almost a year an I forgot abt this book

Also someone please tell me where to go with this. I have such writer’s block. 😭

Read from the bottom paragraph up.

7

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I fall for what feels like eternity, past the ads which now read nothing. Their screens relay nothing but snowy static, and the windows have no light coming from inside. It’s all dark as I watch the opening in the clouds close, and I feel a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I feel alone again. I am suddenly hit by the water, and sink a little before I float back up. I pop back up, and it’s mid-day. There’s a few clouds dotting the sky, but the sun is now the ball in the sky. A harp plays me a melancholy tune as I just float there without motivation, and strings accompany the chorus every now and then. Stranded Lullaby by Miracle Musical plays as I just lay there on the surface of the waves, my flame dead and cold. I accept this endless torment, for it is all I deserve after what I’ve done. I’m alone again, and that’s all that I have.

6

My body pushes past the clouds, and I slow my pace by halting my momentum. Gravity is now under my feet rather than behind me, and I can see a lone figure standing near the glistening waves. I walk over, and it’s Katie! She’s in her usual blue-ish white gown / dress / whatever the fuck it is, and facing away from me. I call her name gently, and she turns around, offering a sweet but somber smile. She opens her arms in an inviting embrace, and I rush over to hug her. However, before I can even do that, I’m pulled back by something. The sand itself is pulling me away like a treadmill of small particles. The faster I run, the faster the sand pulls me away. The moment I jump over it, gravity reverts back to its original position. Behind me.

5

I am submerged, and then pulled back up by something. I am pulled back up into the city, and it looks normal again, with no signs of what happened earlier. I’m pulled higher, and the clouds begin to part, revealing an absolutely bewildering scene! It’s a sunset over a beach, and it’s sideways. In the position I’m in, it should be a smooth landing, but why is it here?

4

I gasp for breath as I gaze up, seeing the surface of the water above me. I swim up, assuming that I’m back at stage 1. But no, I’m somewhere else. Above me, towers and skyscrapers loom over me with rounded windows and advertisements blocking most people from looking outside. Hovering holograms float around the city, advertising things similar to the buildings. There are no streets or sidewalks, only the ocean. I climb up to one of the windows, and there’s a person there, working. Their bed seems barely used, and they have no door or exit. They have bags under their eyes, but they seem determined. I keep climbing until I reach the top of one of the buildings, and stare into the city below. Thousands of people are working tirelessly, with the false promise of escape in the far future. But there is no escape for these people and it’s sad. I sit on the edge of the building, watching them for a little longer before they all turn to face me simultaneously. The ads on the towers switch to static, and then relay messages. “SHE [died] beCAUSE of U” one of them reads. “You ARE Alone!!” Another ad relays to me. “Jump.” One simply reads. I gaze at the ad underneath my building, and it has an arrow pointing down towards the water. “NoBODY will -EVER- <3 you!!” …I do it. I close my eyes on my way down, seeing the ads and lights brush past me through my eyelids because of how bright they are. I can only think of Katie, and how I’m alone now. I hit the water once more.

3

The moment I open the doors to the school, all of my friends are standing there, staring into my soul with no life in their eyes. They smile sweetly and beckon me forth. “We have something to tell you, Phoenix!” They all say in unison. I approach until I feel it. They all are suddenly surrounding me like birds around a piece of bread, and the cacophony of despair ensues. “We don’t care about you anymore.” “You’ll never find love” “You’re alone” “Stop being so clingy” “You’re annoying us” “We don’t need you” “We’re leaving you once graduation happens” “Gilpin never cared about you” “Worthless!” I curl up into a ball, covering my ears as they scream these phrases over one another, still smiling like before. The room darkens, and I can see their legs morph into marble pillars, and rise into the air like mystical beings. They tower over me, telling me how broken and useless I am to them. I know they’re not my real friends, but their words still hurt my heart. Suddenly, I fell into the ground.

2

I awaken in an empty street. It looks exactly like my town, but there’s nobody here. No cars are parked nor moving, no distant talking or mowing of lawns, nothing. But, I can hear distant cars over on Main Street. I walk along the sidewalk, even though I wouldn’t get in trouble for walking in the street now. It just feels right, you know? I approach the street further, and the sound is getting closer. Still, no signs of life up ahead. I reach Main Street, but no cars are moving. I can hear people talking, but I can’t see anyone, or even understand what those voices are saying. The traffic lights are working as usual, but there’s nobody else here to follow their orders. I hear the sounds of shop doors opening and closing, bells jingling as people walk in, but no shops are even open. I head towards my high school, assuming that my friends are there since it’s time.

1

I lay on the water’s surface, alone this time. Katie is gone. Jayce is gone. I’m alone. The only thing I have left is Heaven’s frosty glow cast upon my weary eyes, my withered frame, and my cold skin. But, I need to reach it somehow. That feeling I got when I danced with Katie, I must tap into it! After a few hours of trying, I finally feel the sparks and stardust lifting me! It took so long, but I’m finally flying! I’m finally doing it! I hover up, leaving the endless ocean behind as I make my way towards that white ball in the night sky… It seems so alone here, just being the only one in the air… But I don’t need them! I can do this myself! I can feel the effects of the starlight and outer atmosphere now, and it’s… So cold…

The horizon ignites in fire, and distant, echoing screams can be heard over the line of light. The military is advancing towards the unseen danger, but none come back. A choir can be heard over all of it, and strings come to follow in the melody of despair and guilt. The hill suddenly bursts into a line of explosion, and flaming jeeps and tanks come rolling back down. A horrific sight can be seen.

A giant mechanical beast can be deciphered from the chaotic mess of what used to be a hill, 3 searchlights connected to long chambers of machinery gazing forward emotionlessly. The ground is shaking violently at a steady pace as it begins to rise and approach, and a torso can be seen now. The head is armored, protected by a kite shaped shield with a bend in the middle. The torso has huge barricades, 15 downward pointing spikes that twitch and move at their own will.

As it keeps rising to 50 feet, 3 legs can be seen under the monster, and the Tripod keeps rising taller as it barely begins to even reach the top of the hill. People run blindly, and who can blame them? The military is gone, splashed to the four winds, and all that we have now is ourselves.

The machine keeps rising. 100 feet. 150 feet. It’s still going. The crescent shaped blades emerge, connected to the underside of its shield like helmet by thin alien limbs. They glow with blinding blue brilliance, and then fire barbarically at the fleeing populace below.

Out of the sky, thousands of missiles shoot across the air, leaving a crowd of smokey trails behind in their travels. But, it seems that nothing can stop the Tripods. A green and blue barrier awakens the moment the missiles get close enough, and it surrounds the beasts from all directions. Yes. Plural. Two more have appeared by the leader’s side, and they show no plans on stopping anytime soon.

Then, it can be heard. A horrific sound bursting from the inner workings of the Tripods, blasting for all to hear in their final moments. An exultant, deafening howl that roars like thunder. It sounds like a brass instrument roaring like a lion, and howling like a wendigo. It’s a deep call that shakes the ground even more than it already is. The Trumpets Of Death have called the names of those below it, dooming the fleeing lives in the path of The Tripods.

@boykisser lol whoa, what a coincidence

I’m using some short white charger because my old one had a shortage and stopped working so now I gotta use this slow ass charger that’s taking 10 hours, yep you saw it right. 10 hours to charge a day. So from this particular reason, I may no longer stay up late and as I’m making this, my battery us 1 so bye

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These seven poems, wow! All a great read!

Leaving the realm of fantasy, thy memory stings my mind intensely. leaving myself melancholy. Debris seeps into the sea, these tidal scenes seem to grow grayer each time I think of thee.

Only you understand my grief, only you know what I believe. All I see is you next to me, a ghost of you tangled up in my sheets. I pluck my heartstrings to play you a melody, streaks of starlight sheets leak into reality to accompany our harmony.

Veins in my dreams, they bleed crystal leaves like trees in the serene autumn breeze. Thy majesty, I beg of thee, don’t leave me to be lonely in these streets. Memory lane isn’t as great as they lead you to believe.

Eternity claims me as a victim of Apollo’s reach, luring into a false sense of security. I don’t want to fade into obscurity, for being forgotten is so scary to me. Please stay with me in the realm of infinity, the possibility of losing thee is too much for me, Katie!