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Anayume

Anayume

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My entry is called "The Cellar."


The cellar's not for kids. That's what mom'd always say, at least after dad passed in May. But I went down. Found dad in pentagram; mom chanting over him. Next thing I knew, she was coming for me too.
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29-Oct-2016 07:57:14 - Last edited on 29-Oct-2016 07:57:32 by Anayume

Taffydog7
Aug Member 2013

Taffydog7

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This story is called "A Halloween Scare"

Aereck stood by his altar, as was often the case,
Tried to dismiss the day’s spooky embrace.

But a note from his organ had hit the cool air,
Aereck was shocked to find nobody there…


Character count (incl. spaces): 181
I wanted to involve lore and have it in the form of a poem.

Here's a visual version of the poem:

29-Oct-2016 10:14:09 - Last edited on 29-Oct-2016 10:15:18 by Taffydog7

ShacoToon
Dec Member 2023

ShacoToon

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Bleary as they came walking towards the swing set, the Toon brothers looked around with haste. "Are we safe?" Yeah I think so, Tiny replied. Beneath them they heard a soft "I don't wanna play anymore"

29-Oct-2016 16:09:10 - Last edited on 29-Oct-2016 16:14:11 by ShacoToon

Draco Nian
Apr Member 2023

Draco Nian

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Way back when I was 8, (31 now) Halloween was cancelled due to a blizzard. Bound and determined to get us some candy, my sister and I went out. Most people didn't answer the door, ones that did told us to go home. Felt like giving up but went further. Last house we stooped at, the lady felt bad and gave us the whole bowl.

29-Oct-2016 21:14:15

Ysevia

Ysevia

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This Misthalinian story is titled "Guilt".

Monnlight; he walked. Whispers; he ran. Shadows; the door slammed. Mum, Dad, Baby Ruth at the table; bones pale, maggots days old. His hands wet red. Dead air; the candle blew out. He joined them.

Character Count (including spaces): 196

30-Oct-2016 03:09:50

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