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Olympus
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Olympus wrote:

Elisia wrote:
I keep reading the title as "poptarts"

well now that you said it

Private
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Brutus wrote:
roses are red
so is my set
if you’d like to win it
then write a lil bit

Olympus
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Olympus wrote:

Brutus wrote:
roses are red
so is my set
if you’d like to win it
then write a lil bit

Posturada
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posturada wrote:
Sorry if is kinda confusing i used translate so

A light torment into the dark

Some people tend to believe in consciences, but I think they are myths.My nights have haunted me ever since, with her cold gaze and chrysalis tears, with a mysterious air and provocative and at the same time delicate flash on red, which in a way was so diabolical but still mild, the same color as roses, blood and my heart, which has been cursed ever since. I couldn't contain myself in my illusions in my loves storys that haunt me, in choices I wanted to done and couldn't, which fortunately or unfortunately still torment me, in nights like these, dark and gloomy, or rather in all my nights where I end up haunting myself, where my pain takes shape, where my fear and injuries are transformed into a mystical creature, where the red of the rose is just a trap, for the thorns of my wounds, which run down in front of tears, and began hauting me with a speel, that creature, only becomes a reflection of my own pain, of my mind and of my own heart.

Posturada
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posturada wrote:
and if is too long i can do another one

Olympus
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Olympus wrote:

posturada wrote:
and if is too long i can do another one

the length is fine!

Olympus
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Olympus wrote:

Posturada
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posturada wrote:

Olympus
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Olympus wrote:
Depending on when the lag is dealt with, I may extend the deadline for this

Olympus
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Olympus wrote:
Okay, Lag has been defeated so this will continue as scheduled!

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toraix wrote:
Finally a new dream

“Every night I feel less and less pity towards you”, I mutter. I had acted out this scene so many
times, even the mean words started to sound like my own. “No one
probably misses you”, continuing my nightly rutine.

I didn't know what I was supposed to do at this point. My mouth just said the words
that came from my back of my head. Anything mean or hateful I could
think of. First it was constantly asking questions from the weeping character, but I had tried so many things already. Now it was just venting.

The constant shaking of the crimson character sitting at
the end of my bed made the bed vibrate even when she sat so far from
me. It felt so close but so far at the same time. But there was a certain warmness. The red wetness
creeping towards my feet was something I had to get used to.

The sickly looking red shape made the room fill with a smell of iron. Her profile stretched into
an ugly crying expression. She was barely able to breathe between her
cries, sometimes slowly wiping red splotches to the corners of my bedsheets.

My daily night terrors felt like a punishment from a cruel God. God
who wanted me to repentfor something but I had no idea what. Or a God who wanted to just fuck with me. The woman never spoke, even though I knew full well who she was supposed
to be. I could imagine her saying all kinds of words to me, but never heard any of them.

A thick wooden wallclock appeared to strike midnight. A brown quil flew outside the window.

“I never asked you to play a part in that”, tonight I said something out of
the usual script. “Or to be anything for me, you know?” The figure
suddenly paused her weeps. "You don't need to feel guilty", sighing out, my usual grudgeappeared to be fading. First my heart dislodged a little but then it almost jumped out of my throat.
Suddenly she opened her mouth wide, almost to say something, but ever so quietly: “I don't want to leave you... Not again...”

Olympus
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Olympus wrote:
bump

Cindy
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Cindy wrote:
Bump

Olympus
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Olympus wrote:

bump

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BloomCissi wrote:
"My child."

The words, barely a whisper.
The voice, commanding, sinister; yet somehow warm.

"My dear, it's time."

Time for what, you wondered. You had been having this dream for weeks now.
The woman, dressed in red, standing at the edge of your bed. Silently crying. Tears of blood.
It had been terrifying at first. But as days had passed, you had come to find her presence rather comforting.
She was there, every night. This was the first time she had said anything.

"Come with me, child."

In spite of yourself, you found yourself compelled to obey.
She seemed adamant, like she had something important to show you.
So you rose, tentatively taking a step towards her.

"Do not be afraid, my child."

She reached out her hand, beckoning you to come closer.
Coming face to face with her, she reached out to stroke your cheek.

"My child, finally we will be together again."

Despite the words, alarming to anyone else that would have heard them, you felt no fear.
This was right where you were supposed to be. Here. With her.
You took her hand, and soon enough, found yourself in complete darkness.
It was a darkness, so dark, you had never encountered anything like it before.
Still, you felt no fear. The woman, no longer crying. Holding you tightly. Together at last.

***

After that night, you never had that dream again.
In fact, you never dreamt again at all.
That night, it had been your time to go.
Plunged into eternal darkness, taken by the woman in red.

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