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Bimbo
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Laboratory wrote:
Vanity wrote:
Do we have to specificaly describe the cat as black? Or can it also be implied by other parts of the story?

Mmm yeah I would say so, or at least dark-furred, as black cats in particular are symbolic of Halloween etc. How you do it is up to you though, so you could for instance just describe the encounter with a cat, and then finish with "then she remembered that the cat she had seen earlier was black, and suddenly it all made sense" or something like that.. Hopefully my explanation & example makes sense
@Vanity 

Basically what I've done so far is not mentioned the cat's colour, but named him Smoke, implying he's black. Is that okay or should I mention somewhere the colour?
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Woahhh love the comp, love the prize 🤩 Reminder!!
Laboratory
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Vanity wrote:
Laboratory wrote:
Vanity wrote:
Do we have to specificaly describe the cat as black? Or can it also be implied by other parts of the story?

Mmm yeah I would say so, or at least dark-furred, as black cats in particular are symbolic of Halloween etc. How you do it is up to you though, so you could for instance just describe the encounter with a cat, and then finish with "then she remembered that the cat she had seen earlier was black, and suddenly it all made sense" or something like that.. Hopefully my explanation & example makes sense
@Vanity 

Basically what I've done so far is not mentioned the cat's colour, but named him Smoke, implying he's black. Is that okay or should I mention somewhere the colour?

Oh hmm I think that's good too!
Laboratory
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Cherry wrote:
Woahhh love the comp, love the prize 🤩 Reminder!!

Happy to hear
Bimbo
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Am I allowed to slightly cuss in my story? I wanna ask who the hell at some point, but I could also change it to heck if it's an issue
Laboratory
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Vanity wrote:
Am I allowed to slightly cuss in my story? I wanna ask who the hell at some point, but I could also change it to heck if it's an issue

Absolutely
Bimbo
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Laboratory wrote:
Vanity wrote:
Am I allowed to slightly cuss in my story? I wanna ask who the hell at some point, but I could also change it to heck if it's an issue

Absolutely

Awesome, my story's coming along, though it's not very scary, I'd say it's more mysterious if anything
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A creepy photograph 

It all started in a cold autumn morning. I entered in my car and and drove until i’ve reach the cemetery. I kinda like sitting on a bench watching the red leaves falling on the greaves. I entered the graveyard and sat on a dark wood bench. The bench was pretty cold to the touch and I almost froze my butt. I’ve pull out my favorite book from lovecraft from my black bag and started reading a really creepy story about cemeteries. Suddenly the sky became dark and the only thing i could see was a couple of yellow eyes watching me. I wasn't scared but confused. I stood up and tried to focus better on the eyes. I identified the figure as a cat and the animal started to run away. I chased for him through the cemetery until i’ve reached an old big tree. The cat entered in a hole in it and i proceeded to do the same. Around me there was a lot of tiny little fireflies and the cat was right in front of me. “So you can see me uh” he said. I can't believe this is real, cats do not speak at all! “Who are you and where am I?!” I whispered. There was no chance for me to get an answer that everything started to dissolved in a dense black smoke. I was kneeled in the middle of the graveyard right on a tombstone of a little girl. The photo was creepy tho. The girl was holding a black cat with bright yellow eyes. 
Laboratory
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Vanity wrote:
Laboratory wrote:
Vanity wrote:
Am I allowed to slightly cuss in my story? I wanna ask who the hell at some point, but I could also change it to heck if it's an issue

Absolutely

Awesome, my story's coming along, though it's not very scary, I'd say it's more mysterious if anything

Good to hearrr !! &t That's fine heh, as long as it has a bit of that halloween-y, mystic vibe that's good too, doesn't need 2 scare the hell out of anyone
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You encountered an odd lady in the woods. She managed to convince you to join her for a meal, it was grand… she served turkey, sausages and… sorts of meats really. You thanked her for the hospitality and you started to walk home. What a peculiar yet mesmerizing lady, you thought to yourself.

You couldn’t count them all, but she had at least 25 black cats… she had told you that she was looking forward to see you again. I wonder what she meant by that, you thought to yourself while walking home. You reached your apartment and placed the keys on the counter as usual, before glancing towards the mirror to check on your hair. To your surprise, your hair wasn’t that chestnut brown color it used to be… it had gotten darker, and thicker. You didn’t think too much off it, but stranger things started to happen during the following hours. You started to drop things, feeling offensive, and after another hour, you started to walk out of your apartment. You could feel yourself start to become simple minded. You started walking on both your hands and feet. The old you would have thought, what the fuck is going on, but now, you didn’t. You couldn’t.

When you found yourself in front of the same cabin as earlier that day, you could feel a bad yet drawing energy. The dead cat corpse you had enjoyed in the form of sausages, turkey legs and other meats just hours earlier, had been cast with a spell… and you would soon face the same destiny as those meats…. The only question was when.

Bimbo
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Is it okay if my story is 278 words?
Laboratory
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Vanity wrote:
Is it okay if my story is 278 words?

mmm I'll accept it
Bimbo
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Laboratory wrote:
Vanity wrote:
Is it okay if my story is 278 words?

mmm I'll accept it

Awesome, I'll check spelling and post in a moment, prepare to be amazed by the literary genius that is Vanity!!
Laboratory
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Vanity wrote:
Laboratory wrote:
Vanity wrote:
Is it okay if my story is 278 words?

mmm I'll accept it

Awesome, I'll check spelling and post in a moment, prepare to be amazed by the literary genius that is Vanity!!

Sounds amazing haha, am prepared
Bimbo
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I wasn't sure what was happening, I came to my senses and realized I was on the floor, my neighbor's cat, Smoke, staring direcly at me from a distance, that guy always creeped me out. "Where's mrs Richards?" I asked him, not really expecting an answer obviously. He didn't move a muscle, creepy feline weirdo. I looked around, not my apartment. But also not mrs Richards' apartment. I stood up, trying to figure out where I was, trying to remember how or when I lost conciousness, but nothing came to me. I looked back at Smoke, only to find him missing from where he was before. I looked around and saw him entering a room, and I followed behind him. I found myself in a kitchen but that wasn't what cought my attention. In the middle of the kitchen stood a girl, she couldn't have been older than 20. But that still wasn't what I was focusing on. My eyes traveled from her face all the way down her blood covered body, and stopped at her right hand, which was trembling while holding a meat cleaver. My eyes darted back to her face as she started to speak:

-Adam was a nice appetizer, but mama's still hungry, and I need to keep her happy!

Who was Adam? And more importantly, who the hell was "mama"? Unfortunately I didn't have time to think about that as the girl suddenly attacked me with her cleaver, but I dashed out of reach at the last second. I ran off, trying to find a way out, until I heard Smoke and turned around, marking the dumbest and final decision I'd ever make.
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