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Author Topic: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!  (Read 16497 times)

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Re: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!
« Reply #210 on: February 16, 2020, 02:08:20 PM »
Day 7

Black Rabbit

The girl in the bunny-costume stood on the rooftop, knife in hand. She observed the student walking home under the full moon. He always took this route. And as always, she was ready.

She smelt the shadow monster before it materialized behind the boy. As always, he was unaware of the danger. It would eat his shadow, and the damage would translate to his phsyical form - and that's why she was here.

She jumped, knife ready for the strike - and plunged it in the shadow. It writhed in pain and without a sound, vanished.

She jumped again out of the alleyway before the boy even knew she was there.

She returned to the shadowrealm, until the next day she'd have to protect The Sleeping King - The boy who didn't know the terrible fate and responsibility he had.

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Re: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!
« Reply #211 on: February 17, 2020, 03:07:15 PM »
Day 8

Writers' Block

He had writers block, so he decided to use a jutsu called 4th Wall no jutsu. He asked the reader what they were thinking, what they were doing, what he should do next.

The reader wasn't even remotely interested in playing this game. She shut the book, sighed and continued searching through the library, her little familiar Lylna floated about, casting an ephermal light on the countless ancient tomes in the library

She hated exam period. It always meant coming down to this weird library, and all the books were so strange and... Mind-bendy.

But she'd do her best to make her wizard family proud.

It was the burden of being a Caster.

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Re: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!
« Reply #212 on: February 20, 2020, 05:36:59 PM »
Completely utterly out of steam

Day 9

Summer for the Ugly Duckling

She decided she'd just accept that she was ugly, and work with that instead. There was no saving the fact that the left side of her face sagged like melted wax . There was no putting fat on her hips, there was no fixing the fact that one of her teeth was busted. She'd learnt to put on make up well enough to hide all of that, but she noticed one day with such freeing disgust how pathetic everyone else seemed with their smart phones and puckered lips, and to be honest she preferred not spending hours in depressed hazes fantasizing about life later. This life was hers and now, and if people had a problem with her she'd not whisper or look away dammit.

So she pepped herself up enough to go to the door, to open it, to face the day. Summer was in full swing. Everyone would be out and happy. Jogging, laughing, smiling.

What could she possibly do out there but ruin everyones' mood?

Wasn't it better to just stay inside and not be a bother? Society existed for a reason. Humans were communal creatures - she wasn't supporting the community, so it was best she stay inside.

She hovered at the door.

And thought.

And thought...

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Re: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!
« Reply #213 on: February 21, 2020, 12:12:33 AM »
Day 10

Zebra Man

"Help!"

A man screamed, shielding himself from the large piece of rubble falling through the air. He was too frozen in fear to react. He was going to die.

the flash of a cape, a large impact - a huge crushing sound

and the rubble smashed into the concrete. more pieces fell down, destroying roofs, crushing cars. Others were most certainly injured or worse.

But the man was saved.

"Th-thank you!"

The hero responded with a quick nod and grin. He ran along the street,

"Get out of here! Everyone help who you can! Stay away from the building!"

Those who listened rallied themselves. The hero helped up those who were down and using the Hero App pinged positions where emergency services could come along. He didn't try to enter the skyscraper - it would be too dangerous, and he had to focus on evacuating the nearby facility.

The other heroes were helping too, fellow street-level heroes.

He risked wasting a second to look above. A shockwave exploded as the two of them clashed - Crawford and Skyglider. He hoped it would be solved.

"Hey Zebraman!"

Zebraman looked over at Piledriver, the beautiful long haired low-level telekinetic hero who always wore a construction outfit for some reason,  She levitated some rubble above a couple who were trying to get out of a car.

"Good job!"

Zebraman nodded, continued his work.

He appreciated the gesture.

Being a hero was tough work, sometimes pointless, but he did his job.


Synopsis: Zebra man was blessed by a shaman with the powers of a zebra! He has moderately better eye sight than most and is faster than the typical human! He wears stripes and is known in corners around the city, but not too much. People generally say, "He's a good hero. Does good work."

And that's enough for him

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Re: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!
« Reply #214 on: February 22, 2020, 12:42:13 PM »
Day 11

The Change


The Change came faster than anyone expected. Everyone waited with baited breath. They'd look for the morning paper, but everyone knew all media had been silenced: The new dictator alien from out of space had made sure of that.

Not only had he toppled all governments on the planet single handedly, he'd also forbidden all form of telecommunications and media.

Other than the military he decimated in seconds with his black blade, no casualties had been reported.

It was said that even the smallest rebellions were immediately quashed: Instantly the dictator teleported to any significant gatherings, disarmed them or locked them away then returned to The Eiffel Tower, a place he seemed to prefer to sit at.

And now, they waited for him to say something, to explain something.

But he was mute. He had a mouth that was stitched together. Although he was caucasian and had long black hair and wore what could be explained as gothic clothing, he only seemed intent on controlling the planet.

People photographed him, asked him questions (They'd long since stopped trying to attack him, an invisible shield bubble blocked all such attempts.)

And after a week of observing him sitting on the Eiffel Tower, the world went on as it did, without governments, without direction.

Bearocracy still survived, but anything military and to do with government was shut down immediately. The dictator did not kill indiscriminately, but he made it clear what he liked and did not like by instantly locking away those who seemed to attempt to reach for power.

Eventually, something happened.

The whole world noticed as four gigantic red giants appeared in Paris, and the dictator drew his sword and faced off against them.

He planted his sword next to him and raised his hands outstretched, He spoke in a booming voice that carried across the whole city. It is said that everyone who heard it heard it in their own language.

"This planet is subjucated! Leave it in peace! I, Asimov, speak for it!"

The red giants, glimmering formless things with white blazing eyes seemed to pause for a moment, and then one by one, they winked out of existence.

The dicator - the man named Asimov - picked up his sword and without announcement, vanished from view and the planet forever.


After his departure, they built a statue in his name. Thousands of millenia later, his legend still reigned.