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Re: Bored? Write or Answer a Prompt!

Postby lemonissourUwU » February 18th, 2021, 9:35:46 am

VexusHexus wrote:Prompt: You wake up inside your house! It's a normal day as ever you go about your day, but then you notice that outside the window you see nothing but a pitch black void.


Honestly, it's a nice change of pace from the usual view, which were just rainbow colors flashing nonstop. Still, it concerns you. Not all that much though. You just take your time, making some dinner and feeding your three hellhound pups, because three is the magic number for everything, apparently.

After dinner, you put your bowl into the sink and left it there. There was always some invisible force that took care of cleaning. You tried to help, but every time you did a gust of wind would push you away. Eventually, you decided to stop trying.

Hearing the doorbell ring, you stop going to where ever you were going and walked straight to the door instead. You open it, looking down at a black, inky creature. It says nothing, and just pushes itself past you and into the house. You start to protest, but it holds up a hand.

"This black void is unnatural, isn't it?" It comments, looking out a window. You nod mutely, remember that it wasn't looking at you, and clear your throat. "Yeah... I don't suppose you have something to do with it." The statement makes it chuckle. "Oh hell no. I'm just an ink being, not a void creature!"

Void creature? You start to say something, but stop when you notice it glaring at you with a 'don't even think about talking' face. "Do you want to get rid of it or not? The darkness, I mean." It adds, seeing your confused face. You sigh, silent for a bit. Would it be that bad going back to the everyday rainbow eyesore? Actually, yes. "No, I don't need it to be gone", you reply.

Seemingly satisfied, the ink being heads for the door. Before leaving, it tacks a piece of paper on the wall. "My number. Just in case you want to get rid of the void", it explains. Then leaves for good. You stare at the door for a bit, then reach out to close it. How strange.

Prompt: A strange portal opens up in your room, and two people walk out of it. They don't seem to be a threat...
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Re: Bored? Write or Answer a Prompt!

Postby Recurvirostra » April 25th, 2021, 7:12:48 pm

lemonissourUwU wrote:Prompt: A strange portal opens up in your room, and two people walk out of it. They don't seem to be a threat...


Hehe.


Prompt: After being robbed of their own, the protagonist acquires the ability to interact with other children's imaginary friends.
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Re: Bored? Write or Answer a Prompt!

Postby lemonissourUwU » August 7th, 2021, 11:48:19 am

Recurvirostra wrote:Prompt: After being robbed of their own, the protagonist acquires the ability to interact with other children's imaginary friends.


Most people in this world forget about their imaginary friend at about age 5, due to making new friendships with people who share the same world as them. In this world, imaginary friends are guardians in their own realm, protecting your spirit until you pass away.

You, however, are not most people. You remember having an imaginary friend well past the age of 15. And you remember the day that it was taken from you.

Some bullies, who decided that it would've been fun to pick on the one person who still had an imaginary friend. They had unknowingly found an artifact, and decided that it wouldve been fun to see what it could do.

You remember your horror as you watched your guardian, Antel, dissapear into dust.

And then you were 26, and discovered that you could interact with other people's imaginary friends.

It started when you were looking for a job, and just so happened to see a flyer for interviews at a daycare. Kids were easy to take care of, you decided, so you rang up the number. They said that yes, the job opening was still open, and if you were sure you wanted the job. You said yes. They told you to meet them at the daycare, and at the interview, you got thhe job. You were given a month to get used to the area before actually being put to work. You didn't mind.

When the first child came at the door, you almost ran away at the sight of a dragon behind her, though no one else seemed to notice. When you asked her who it was, she told you that it was her imaginary friend, and then ran off to play with toys. Her guardian, however, stayed behind, staring at you with curiosity, and maybe even a little bit of sympathy.

"You were Antel's charge, weren't you?" She had asked. You nodded mutely. "Poor child." You open your mouth to complain, but the dragon continues speaking. "Your spirit has been undefended for years. It's a wonder that you're still alive", she sighs, sadness in her voice. Before you can say anything else, she lumbers away, back to her girl.

You experience similar things throughout the day, and when it finally closed, came to a conlusion: you could LITERALLY see the imaginary friends of other people.
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prompt: the protaganist was taken from their home planet, and raised on a different one by a different species.
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Re: Bored? Write or Answer a Prompt!

Postby bellyacher » September 10th, 2021, 10:53:29 am

PROMPT: the protagonist was taken from their home planet, and raised on a different one by a different species.


It was light and then it was dark; light again after some untraceable amount of time had gone by. The little creature ( little being incredibly subjective at a height of two hundred feet )in the crate had no idea where she had been or where she had gone. Her eyesight, which was a blurry perception based only on light or the absence thereof, did not aid her. Her ears, which lacked fleshy flaps like the homo sapiens and other related species, were instead her way around the world. She was only an infant, a child who had been taken from her mother to be poked and prodded and studied.

Only a child, who knew she had been kidnapped.

As the years passed she learned their tongue; universal common that was spoken with a lisp of her forked tongue. She learned their habits and behaviors, and she forgot where she came from or that she was so very different from all of the other children. Not only in sheer size ( their classes had to be held in an enormous warehouse to accommodate her ), but in adaptations, diet, weight; even her name. 2377810. Not Lily, not Johnathan, not Xirpson or Arthur or Thuul'shok. A number. Little more than a serial tag. She was having an identity crisis, and she had only been alive for little more than a decade. Two, or three of those years passed here, on the planet they called Earth.

"Name." she demanded, one day at the feeding time her caregivers ( she refused to call them parents ) called 'supper'.

"You have a name," one of them responded curtly, "It is two-three-seven-seven--"

"Name!" She screeched, swatting aside the food that had been brought to her by the pallet, strewing green mush against the walls, red paste splattering the ceiling and the caregivers. "Real name like you!!" The only thing she received, however, was an early bedtime and a woefully empty belly. Grounded, they had said. Grounded, like the airplanes she was told to watch for, like a bird with a broken wing.

Grounded.

She continued to ask the same question, posing it over mealtimes, during class, before bedtime, even in her dreams. There was no chain nor tether that could keep her mind from drifting to the thought of a name. Until San Francisco. A field trip is what the teacher had called it, but she could not go. She was not blessed by short stature or a passably humanoid form. She could not fit on a bus. She could not see the sights. Instead, she was given models of all the sights they would be seeing: large hands delicately handling a scale reproduction of the Golden Gate bridge.

"Go!" Another meal-time interruption, this time, the model of the bridge landing squarely in the middle of something that was supposed to be a smoothie: drops of the viscous yellowy-orange liquid scattering about the room. "Go this!"

"You can't go," a caregiver wiped her glasses clean of what felt like a gallon of the mineral and vitamin enriched banana goo, "You're too big, and people would be frightened of you." She sulked, licking her hands and the model clean of her would-have-been breakfast. She remained disheartened that another request when unheard, unfulfilled. A melancholy cloud hung over her, spending her class time day dreaming of all the bridges in the world: places that existed only in the landscape of her mind, built only by what she could feel of the model. Her meals barely touched. Sleep filled with dreams of a place she had once known, being cradled in a loving embrace, having a name of her own and bridge she could play on. A place she was told yes instead of no.

A place where she was loved.
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