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Jisenku
I have an obsession with Tesla >.<
Towns Folk
@Crowing lmao do you mind if I help format this piece of art?
Would getting it on Kindle work @FuredeRika?
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Would getting it on Kindle work @FuredeRika?
Crowing
World Ender
Towns Folk
What do you mean?
I may write more at some point. I plan to set up shop at some point and write for PC,, may send some of my writings to a publisher if it goes well but I doubt my skill is anywhere near professional enough to be accepted,
...Feels weird I wrote this much in only two or three days.
I may write more at some point. I plan to set up shop at some point and write for PC,, may send some of my writings to a publisher if it goes well but I doubt my skill is anywhere near professional enough to be accepted,
...Feels weird I wrote this much in only two or three days.
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Jisenku
I have an obsession with Tesla >.<
Towns Folk
I mean as in https://kdp.amazon.com/en_US/
Crowing
World Ender
Towns Folk
Oh, publishing rights? I'm famous already? Aw, how nice of you. That'll be 400PC for publishing rights.
...I should hold of on the jokes. Not my kind of thing. I feel really weird after writing this huge wall of text. No revisions, though, I kind of rushed it. I could have done so much better if I focused. But, for one thing, I absolutely needed to get it in before the deadline.
FuredeRika
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Towns Folk
I read everyone elses entries and love them all ❤
Decided to enter too for the fun!
Decided to enter too for the fun!
Golden red reflected onto and rippled among the waves, the sun was setting on a beautiful autumn day. A young girl sat upon a bridge, legs dangling, watching the red tinted water from the river flow into the sea. Her name was Kumi, and she hummed a rather happy sounding song to herself while reading an old looking beaten-up book. Her finger traced around the circles that filled up a few of the pages, in between her humming she muttered odd sounding words... to no avail. Quite some time had passed by before she had gotten to the end of the book, the sky had gone dark and the air cold. She looked up, unable to see any stars, she let out a small sigh, shivered and began to make her way home.
The way to her house was through the woods. She had absolutely adored them for playing outside when she was younger, and quite honestly still did now. Sometimes on her way back from her outings she made up pretend fantasy stories of magic animals, witches and enchanted princesses to keep herself occupied on her walks. However today she decided to just put her headphones on and speed through the greenery. She was not in the mood for making things up and just wanted to go home and sleep. It felt like her energy was being drained with every step and was becoming an effort not to trip over stray roots and weeds. ...Until she eventually did. Kumi could’ve swore she’d seen a little black cat before she tripped, and it was probably her focus on the cat that caused her to. She pushed her hands into the dirt to sit herself up and regain her composure, blinking a couple of times to get some dirt out of her eye, and then she noticed a stunningly beautiful woman standing before her. The women wore a long gothic Victorian styled, black dress with matching dried black flowers pinned to her hair, chest and boots. She reached her arm out to Kumi, to help her up? Kumi was a little hesitant at the sudden strangers appearance but considering she wasn’t paying much attention to where she had been walking, it was very possible the woman had come from the other direction and the young Kumi had just not noticed. As soon as she touched the oddly dressed woman's hand, darkness enclosed them both, the poor woman looked shocked at her surroundings and rapidly dropped the younger girls hand. “W-What is this? Some kind of trick?” Kumi’s eyes darkened and her mouth protruded a sinister smile. “Welcome.”
They were already in Kumi’s home. She had found her target and now her fun would begin.
The way to her house was through the woods. She had absolutely adored them for playing outside when she was younger, and quite honestly still did now. Sometimes on her way back from her outings she made up pretend fantasy stories of magic animals, witches and enchanted princesses to keep herself occupied on her walks. However today she decided to just put her headphones on and speed through the greenery. She was not in the mood for making things up and just wanted to go home and sleep. It felt like her energy was being drained with every step and was becoming an effort not to trip over stray roots and weeds. ...Until she eventually did. Kumi could’ve swore she’d seen a little black cat before she tripped, and it was probably her focus on the cat that caused her to. She pushed her hands into the dirt to sit herself up and regain her composure, blinking a couple of times to get some dirt out of her eye, and then she noticed a stunningly beautiful woman standing before her. The women wore a long gothic Victorian styled, black dress with matching dried black flowers pinned to her hair, chest and boots. She reached her arm out to Kumi, to help her up? Kumi was a little hesitant at the sudden strangers appearance but considering she wasn’t paying much attention to where she had been walking, it was very possible the woman had come from the other direction and the young Kumi had just not noticed. As soon as she touched the oddly dressed woman's hand, darkness enclosed them both, the poor woman looked shocked at her surroundings and rapidly dropped the younger girls hand. “W-What is this? Some kind of trick?” Kumi’s eyes darkened and her mouth protruded a sinister smile. “Welcome.”
They were already in Kumi’s home. She had found her target and now her fun would begin.
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Jisenku
I have an obsession with Tesla >.<
Towns Folk
I just realized we never actually organized that at all, and we really don't have judges... so @phofufury @ShyGuy64 what do you think? I think we should end it in two weeks?
ShyGuy64
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Yeah lol
Punintentionally
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Towns Folk
Punintentionally
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Towns Folk
My super late entry!!
The final seal had broken, and with it the memories Dia had lost countless centuries ago washed over her like a tidal wave. Her body shook violently; was it from failure to keep the seals intact, or fear from what she now knew to be true. The seals were meant to hide away a great plague that ravaged the world. Would the plague return, now that the magic's effect was undone?
The ancients were clever. Landmarks erected to stand as housing for the seals were too risky. These places couldn't hope to be defended forever, regardless of which means were attempted to do so. Instead, the ancients used the only thing they had, themselves. They linked their souls with the seals and acted as the catalyst for the magic. They then went into hiding. People were much easier to hide than landmarks, afterall. As time went on, it became clear that the link was hereditary, transitioning to the first born child of those bearing the seals stain on their soul.
This is where Dia came in. She would be tasked with monitoring those with the mark, following them in their lives discretely to protect them and help the bloodline prosper. How many times had she saved a foolish child from their own blind enthusiasm or protected an adult at their wits end? Despite her best efforts, she failed. Sickness claimed the first, raids killed another. Two took their own lives.
Now there are none, the last bloodline ending right in front of her eyes. Dia sits frozen, flashes of memory still filling her mind of times long past. She can see the ancients cast their spell, see the looming darkness before them, and then as the darkness fades she can see a familiar shape. Dia begins to shake with fear. The plague wasn't an event or a sickness, it was something.
Or someone.
The ancients were clever. Landmarks erected to stand as housing for the seals were too risky. These places couldn't hope to be defended forever, regardless of which means were attempted to do so. Instead, the ancients used the only thing they had, themselves. They linked their souls with the seals and acted as the catalyst for the magic. They then went into hiding. People were much easier to hide than landmarks, afterall. As time went on, it became clear that the link was hereditary, transitioning to the first born child of those bearing the seals stain on their soul.
This is where Dia came in. She would be tasked with monitoring those with the mark, following them in their lives discretely to protect them and help the bloodline prosper. How many times had she saved a foolish child from their own blind enthusiasm or protected an adult at their wits end? Despite her best efforts, she failed. Sickness claimed the first, raids killed another. Two took their own lives.
Now there are none, the last bloodline ending right in front of her eyes. Dia sits frozen, flashes of memory still filling her mind of times long past. She can see the ancients cast their spell, see the looming darkness before them, and then as the darkness fades she can see a familiar shape. Dia begins to shake with fear. The plague wasn't an event or a sickness, it was something.
Or someone.
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