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This is a chill place, tbh

Unofficial sequel to that other thread.

I'll post a short writing prompt every week. You can write to it, or not. idgaf. You can post your original poetry or prose if you're into that. You wanna critique or rate what someone posted, go ahead. You wanna discuss writing theory or technique, go for it. You wanna bag on the prompt, that's cool too.

This week's prompt is: the MC buys groceries.

It may sound mundane, but that's ok. I think it'd be good to start with a topic everyone has personal experience with. (If you don't have experience buying groceries, you broadcast that fact knowing full well CE will laugh at you. Fair warning.)

Style doesn't matter, length doesn't matter, form doesn't matter. Poetry and prose are both ok.

I'll post mine later. Probably as a bump.
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@_Goggalor_
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I let out a large sigh as I stared into the empty abyss of my pantry. Seems all I do week by week is feed the insatiable beast known as my pantry. From the looks of it, it was that time of the week, to return to the hell known as the grocery store. However, before I left, I needed to prepare. Going in blind would only leave me devastated. I quickly opened the fridge and all the cabinets and took a mental inventory of all my dwindling supplies. I nodded and let out a quick chuckle, I knew what I needed, this would only help to keep focused. Next, I needed to make a meal of what little I had. Entering the dreaded grocery store hungry was a terrible Idea. After my meager meal, I threw on my jacket and sunglasses, grabbed the car keys and left for the store.

I pulled into the concrete sea of cars and found an opening to park. Luck was on my side, as it was near the doors. A chill ran down my spine as I looked up at the towering behemoth in front of me. Its glass doors opened like the jaws of a vile creature. I braced myself as I entered the maw of the beast. The temperature dropped once I was on the inside. I wasnt the only one, as there were many other poor souls trapped here, walking up and down the rows of shelves, falling into the trap of buying what they didnt need. I knew what I needed and I had to keep focused, or else Ill drain my wallet of this weeks funds. I beelined to my first target, I had the labyrinth memorized, so I could go straight where I needed to without distraction.

Well howdy! I heard a familiar voice shout.

Becky. My talkative neighbor. Nice enough lady, but once conversation was opened, she wont let you go for at least an hour. I couldnt afford to waste time. The more time I waste the more focus I lose. The more focus I lose, the more I buy. I pretended not to hear and kept going. Unfortunately, Becky was relentless.

Oh, I thought that was you. Becky called.

Cornered.

Oh, hey. Didnt notice you. I replied.

So, how you been? Been a while. Ive been doing great! Becky started.

Hey, Im really sorry, but I have a doctors appointment here pretty quick. Gotta finish up here quick, well have to catch up another time. I quickly responded.

Oh, well alright then, Ill see you later then. Becky said, turning around.

Dodged the bullet. But the excuse I spat out may bite me in the future, as questions of why I was at the doctor spread. She tends to tell everyone everything. But Ill deal with it on a later day. For now, I needed to get my groceries and leave. Running up and down the store I picked up things, one my one. I kept a calculator in hand, tossing prices in as I went, to keep me under budget.

Things were going smoothly, until I passed the clearance section. A good deal was my weakness. Every fiber of my being screamed for me to keep walking. But I was weak, and I entered. And I added to my cart. Things that I didnt need. Things I didnt come for. I broke. The calculator was abandoned. My budget was in ruin. I silently checked out and went home in silence. I knew what I did and I knew I would regret it in the future. But now, right in this moment? I have some Darjeeling Tea. Hell yeah.

I saw The Rock at a grocery store in Los Angeles yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didnt want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.

He said, Oh, like youre doing now?

I was taken aback, and all I could say was Huh? but he kept cutting me off and going huh? huh? huh? and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen 3 Musketeers in his hands without paying.

The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like Sir, you need to pay for those first. At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.

When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually to prevent any electrical interference, and then turned around and winked at me. I dont even think thats a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.

Don't worry about whether it's good. I would say, don't stress too much about putting words on a page (or into the void, in this case... CE doesn't archive). The worst that can happen is someone rags on it a bit, and hey, at least they read it!

Here's my fake submission so people have something to read (real one later)

Slowly, stressed, and sickened
He walks through the aisles
The mortal beat, it quickens
When the cashier at him smiles
His pockets, filled with candy
He borrowed from the shelves
His basket, filled with brandy
He bought just for himself

The gentle greeting shakes him
The breathy voice inspires
The outstretched hand breaks him
He now begins to gyre
"What have you done, you wretch!?"
His yells draw stares and starts
He now begins to retch
Followed by some farts

Security is called
The ambulance arrives
The patrons are appalled
As knowledge is derived
The ailment was a rare one
It had hardly seen the light
"Whatever happened?" said someone
"The woman gave him a fright!"

EDIT: LedZeppelin posted...

I saw The Rock at a grocery store in Los Angeles yesterday...

I expected this to be posted at least once, given the prompt. It's a true classic.
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"It's a shame really, it happens all the time." Red and blue lights twirled om the air. Jesus, it's like the 94th precinct's parking lot, all these squad cars, all these rotating cones of blue and red dancing around the block. They left an imprint of the growing crowd against the usually empty corner and with every sweep you could see more people approaching the scene. By instinct the paper cup I was holding jingled in my hand with what few spare coins I had. Look at those coats, must be nice to have something like that in November.

"Man that was my dude, Ahmed ain't do nothing wrong yo." A crowd had trouble preventing the large man from passing through "Who did this? On momma we gonna roll up on the fuck that did this." The large man and his crew were giving the DO NOT CROSS tape a run for it's money as they attempted to survey the scene. The ruckus caused PD to act and force the men away but Ahmed's 24/7 "MAGIC MOTHER DELI CORP" was a hub here in this part of town.

The change in my cup kept making noise as I made my rounds. with every passing being I felt the weight of more and more pennies, nickles, dimes and quarters - maybe even a golden dollar, swish around the beat up container. The heft had started to punch out the bottom of the paper purse. I was done for the moment.

"I wonder how his family is going to react?" a white couple - a woman in tears in her man's embrace, both in pajamas, in this weather? "Change?"

"We're sorry, we left everything upstairs. the noise startled us."

"It's not a problem, it happens all the time. You get used to it."

My breath danced in the air. disappeared into the sky. We're dragons is what I would tell my daughter. There's another store two blocks away. Maybe this one will stay.

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That's just off the top of my head, not sure how it came out

"Barry, are you listening to me?"

"Of course I was 'listening' to you. Some yap about your cousin's dog."

"No, it was about the neighbors' grandson!" She spent a moment collecting herself before continuing. "I said, 'Isn't it awful about what happened?'"

"Yeah, terrible." He came close to whistling as he began sifting through the potato chips. He always read the flavor text on the back, as if it helped him imagine the flavor in the bag.

"You could at least act like you think it's terrible! Really, it's a wonder I even bother talking to you, you old scab!"

"You've had damn near 40 years to fix that problem, and you haven't left yet! So don't raise your voice at me, woman, because I'm an old hand at ignoring it!" He had decided on the flavor of the week: roasted garlic sea salt. He tossed the bag into the cart and steered to the next aisle.

"Hmph!" The woman adjusted her glasses so that they no longer shielded her eyes. "You know what, I'll be happy regardless of which one of us dies first. I really cannot wait to be rid of you. Oaf." She pushed her glasses back up, and opened a carton of eggs to check for cracks. "It really was bad, Barry."

"Really?"

"Yes, really! The boy may never walk again!" Remembering her location, she lowered her volume. "The doctors say they'll do what they can to save his left leg, but the right one had to be amputated. I do hope he makes it out of surgery without too much trauma." She found the carton to her liking, and placed it in the cart flush against the canned peaches and corn.

"How old is that brat, anyway? Thirteen? I remember he broke my good window a few years back. Guess karma finally caught up with the little shit."

Her face said it all. "Fuck you, Barry. I really do hope we have an accident on the way home." The milk joined the cart, nestled carefully in the corner away from the eggs.

They made their way back to the front of the store in silence.
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I gotta say, I wanted yours to keep going. I was getting excited about the hunting trip, haha

@soulunison2 I legit about cried reading yours, man. I was doing ok until the guy mentioned his daughter, but that really hit me

I thought about cutting the woman's last line of dialogue, but I already mapped the thing out in my head while trying to fall asleep last night, and I cut about half the material while typing it up so I left it in cuz I don't like Barry, either haha
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I went grocery shopping. I wanted beets. They didn't have beets. Why didn't they have beets? I'm right back where I started.
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Alkaloid posted...

I gotta say, I wanted yours to keep going. I was getting excited about the hunting trip, haha

@soulunison2 I legit about cried reading yours, man. I was doing ok until the guy mentioned his daughter, but that really hit me

I thought about cutting the woman's last line of dialogue, but I already mapped the thing out in my head while trying to fall asleep last night, and I cut about half the material while typing it up so I left it in cuz I don't like Barry, either haha

Thanks man!

A lot of my writing centers on people just trying to live in NYC, my philosophy is that everyone has a story

Bump for morning CE

Another fake submission:

Careful with the eggs
His mother gently cautioned
He laughed and dropped them
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DuranOfForcena posted...

you guys think we should @ some users we think might be interested in this? some users from the Goggalor topic or anything?

Yeah totally and lets get the legend in here tll

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Chill mentioned Gog in post 3. I'm not sure if there will be many folks contributing tbh

I hope he doesn't have me on ignore. I have never said anything bad about him, though I did rant a little about adverbs and adjectives in that topic, so that may have been enough. Also, tll is probably a typo of too, if I had to guess

But if y'all wanna mention people go for it

I did get the impression from that other topic that people were there more to shit on Gog and do the CE drama thing than anything else, though (it kind of was the topic title, after all)

But it's also kind of a timing and lifestyle thing. Lots of people on CE work days and ignore this place once they're off, so I expect even if someone is interested in this topic they're here more to consume as a lurker than to post. And that's fine, too. I do that in lots of topics

I mean, I think writing is fun for its own sake, but it is pretty intimidating to (sort of) publicly post something you've written, no matter how often you've done it. And then there's reservations about whether your work measures up to so-and-so's and all that mental aspect before you even get to putting words down

So, if you're lurking and reading this all I'm gonna say is I'm not interested in tearing people down. You don't have to contribute, but I encourage you to give it a shot
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DuranOfForcena posted...

soulunison2 posted...

DuranOfForcena posted...

you guys think we should @ some users we think might be interested in this? some users from the Goggalor topic or anything?

Yeah totally and lets get the legend in here tll

the legend? lol you talking about Goggalor? i didn't mean him specifically..... plus i think he has OP on ignore, right? wasn't that the point? and i dunno what "tll" means.

Oh thats hilarious lmao

Tll was a typo

I got 90% through a little story and then accidentally closed the tab. Now it's gone. Well then.
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Upon approaching the electronic doors in front of the superstore, the little child made a careful check to note where any surveillance equipment might be located. Quick enough not to look conspicuous, but enough to get a outline of where to avoid stealing his lunch. Nothing. The child thought to himself that he already looked conspicuous enough, dressed in a rag shirt his mom found in a dumpster while scrounging for a cold winter meal. Well, at least he was wearing shoes, albeit old and falling apart. Having attempted to raid many stores for a meal, he knew enough that many stores held No-Shirt, No Shoes, No Service policies.
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LinksLiege posted...

I got 90% through a little story and then accidentally closed the tab. Now it's gone. Well then.

Type it up in Word first. Then copy and paste here. Is what I did.

Now that it's finally the weekend, I'm gonna crank this shit out within 24 hours.

Alkaloid posted...

Chill mentioned Gog in post 3. I'm not sure if there will be many folks contributing tbh

I hope he doesn't have me on ignore. I have never said anything bad about him, though I did rant a little about adverbs and adjectives in that topic, so that may have been enough. Also, tll is probably a typo of too, if I had to guess

But if y'all wanna mention people go for it

I did get the impression from that other topic that people were there more to shit on Gog and do the CE drama thing than anything else, though (it kind of was the topic title, after all)

But it's also kind of a timing and lifestyle thing. Lots of people on CE work days and ignore this place once they're off, so I expect even if someone is interested in this topic they're here more to consume as a lurker than to post. And that's fine, too. I do that in lots of topics

I mean, I think writing is fun for its own sake, but it is pretty intimidating to (sort of) publicly post something you've written, no matter how often you've done it. And then there's reservations about whether your work measures up to so-and-so's and all that mental aspect before you even get to putting words down

So, if you're lurking and reading this all I'm gonna say is I'm not interested in tearing people down. You don't have to contribute, but I encourage you to give it a shot

I don't have you on ignore. Just some of the jerks like you mentioned.
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Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound of the customers foot hitting the floor echoed through Walmarts bottled water aisle. The mans squinted eyes scrutinized every single label from one end to the other. With hands on his waist and a low grumble escaping his mouth, the scent of raw hostility hung thick in the air. Taptaptaptaptap. He was a touch annoyed at the moment.

Next to him stood a very unfortunate member of Walmarts floor staff. The serious face he struggled to maintain was betrayed by the beads of sweat dotting his face. What he surely thought was a simple question about where the bottled water was had turned into something far more terrifying faster than off-brand Pop Tarts to the trash can.

What do you think? said the customer, foot still on autopilot.

The sudden question jarred the employee from his fear-induced trance. Um, what?

With a flail of the arm, he added, I said what do you think about all this bull! Repeating himself also annoyed him.

After a short perusal of what seemed to be an ordinary aisle lined with bottled water, he worked up the courage to ask, Wha-.... He felt a sudden need to swallow. What do you mean?

The customers foot stopped, and the employee took that as a sign that armageddon might soon follow. With an abrupt turn, the customer looked his interrogator square in the eyes. His expression was a blend of shock and the slightest hint of unbridled rage. It was at this very moment that the employee reevaluated every decision hes ever made in his young life.

What do I mean? What do I mean?! He pointed back to the aisle youd find at any typical Walmart. This is what I mean! He moved his arm to gesture from one bottle to the next. Dasani! Aquafina! Vitaminwater! Fiji! Smart Water! SMART WATER! The customer took a moment to catch his breath. What am I supposed to do with a name like Smart Water?!

The employee could feel himself shrinking with each brand the man shouted. A-are you worried about the names?

No Im not worried about names! the man fired back. How am I supposed to choose the best bottled water when there are so many goddamn options?!

I dont think theres much of a difference, sir. The poor employees misguided attempt to help was not going to lead to the quick solution hed hoped for.

Take out your phone.

...what?

I said take out your phone! I need you to look up the differences between all these brands of bottled water. The man was serious, so serious that he managed to keep a straight face as he said it.

After a pause to relay his disbelief, the employee took out his cell phone and began typing the request into Google. To nobodys surprise, the search engine was filled with links to articles and top ten lists devoted exclusively to bottled water. He tapped on one of websites near the top and up popped ranking of the same brands on Walmarts shelves, surrounded by only the finest of stock webpage design.

So, uh, where did you want to start? he asked.

Lets start with the classic. Tell me about Aquafina. The customer spoke with an assured sense of purpose.

Okay, sure. After a little scrolling the employee gave him an answer. Um, says here that its got a very full flavor. Whatever that meant. And the aftertaste isnt very good. Honestly, this is way more detailed than I expected.

Okay, okay. I can see that. The customer commenced to pacing up and down the aisle. He was in deep thought. Lets get a little high class. Hows Fiji?

Says here its smooth. Like, really smooth.

Alright, good. He put a hand on his chin and his best metaphorical thinking cap on his head. Come on! Keep them coming! I gotta figure this out.

O-okay. The employee pulled up random entries from the website. I guess Dasani is supposed to be pretty light? And a little fruity? Which sounds weird to me but okay. According to this, Evian is the king of mineral water. Mountain Valley Spring Water is great all around. And then theres-

Stop1 Just stop! the man shouted. I cant do this. I cant do this, man! I dont understand all this fancy water stuff! If it was soda or frozen pizza Id nail it every time! But water? Whats light water?! Minerals? Am I drinking a vitamin? How can I possibly make this decision?!

The employee slipped his phone back into his pocket and said, You could always just use the tap.

In that moment, the blinding light of realization shone from the depths of the customers eyes. As though the secrets of the universe had just opened up to him. That same feeling you get when you realize that all the cheap off-brand food is made from the same ingredients and at the same factory as the name brand.

Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. And he left the aisle, without buying so much as a single bottle of water. Rumor has it that from that day on, the customer never entered another bottled water aisle again. Except to buy tea. Tea is often next to the bottled water.

Dragonblade01 posted...

After a pause to relay his disbelief, the employee took out his cell phone and began typing the request into Google. To nobodys surprise, the search engine was filled with links to articles and top ten lists devoted exclusively to bottled water. He tapped on one of websites near the top and up popped ranking of the same brands on Walmarts shelves, surrounded by only the finest of stock webpage design.

So, uh, where did you want to start? he asked.

Lets start with the classic. Tell me about Aquafina. The customer spoke with an assured sense of purpose.

Okay, sure. After a little scrolling the employee gave him an answer. Um, says here that its got a very full flavor. Whatever that meant. And the aftertaste isnt very good. Honestly, this is way more detailed than I expected.

Okay, okay. I can see that. The customer commenced to pacing up and down the aisle. He was in deep thought. Lets get a little high class. Hows Fiji?

Says here its smooth. Like, really smooth.

Alright, good. He put a hand on his chin and his best metaphorical thinking cap on his head. Come on! Keep them coming! I gotta figure this out.

O-okay. The employee pulled up random entries from the website. I guess Dasani is supposed to be pretty light? And a little fruity? Which sounds weird to me but okay. According to this, Evian is the king of mineral water. Mountain Valley Spring Water is great all around. And then theres-

Stop1 Just stop! the man shouted. I cant do this. I cant do this, man! I dont understand all this fancy water stuff! If it was soda or frozen pizza Id nail it every time! But water? Whats light water?! Minerals? Am I drinking a vitamin? How can I possibly make this decision?!

The employee slipped his phone back into his pocket and said, You could always just use the tap.

In that moment, the blinding light of realization shone from the depths of the customers eyes. As though the secrets of the universe had just opened up to him. That same feeling you get when you realize that all the cheap off-brand food is made from the same ingredients and at the same factory as the name brand.

Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. And he left the aisle, without buying so much as a single bottle of water. Rumor has it that from that day on, the customer never entered another bottled water aisle again. Except to buy tea. Tea is often next to the bottled water.

oh god this is amazing lmao

DuranOfForcena posted...

if it was me, though, i would have ended it with the customer stopping suddenly and looking back after he made to leave the aisle, and shouting "Hey, y'all carry tapwater filters? Which brands you got?" and the associate kinda having an internal reaction of "oh god here we go again" lol.

...shit, that's a much better idea.

This week's prompt is: the main character has been roughing it in the wilderness. S/he is resting at a campfire.

I've got several prompts lined up, but if you want to suggest any, feel free to PM me your ideas.

As before, there are no restrictions on style, length, etc.

I'm taking my time on this one. Though the scene is one I've read many times, it is not one I've written.
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bump for when I have time to do this

The night air was fresh and crisp. Cool enough that it wasnt hot, but warm enough to not be cold. The light from the campfire illuminated the small clearing, just up to the trees. I sat a bit away from the fire and played a tune on my guitar, the wildlife of the woods occasionally shuffling around in the dark, just out of sight. Peaceful. A beautiful night. After humming along with my tune, I stood up and walked over to my cooler. A shiver went up my spine as I reached into the icy water to retrieve a bottle of water. I downed it as I sat back down next to the guitar. The woods were alive and active tonight. Its good to hear, usually its so quiet this time of night. A nice change of atmosphere. I laid back and closed my eyes. After my vision cut off, my ears perked up and picked up the slack. I could hear the movement much more clearly now.

Help

I shot up. Did I hear someone? Most people werent out in this part of the woods. The usual camping spots are a ways from here. But, its very possible that someone got lost, or hurt themselves, or in a rare case, were attacked by an animal. I closed my eyes and listened again.

Help

It was faint. Far off. But someone was out there. I picked up my flashlight, emergency kit, and grabbed my pistol, just in case. I shined the light in the direction I hear the voice.

Hello? Can you hear me? I shouted and waited. No reply.

I walked deeper into the woods. The light from my campfire was slowly eaten up by the darkness until all I could see was what the beam of the flashlight revealed. The forests activity calmed and stopped. I couldnt hear anything other than sound of my footsteps.

Hello? Can you hear me? I shouted again.

Hello can you hear me? came back a reply.

The voice was close by now. I kept moving closer, as a smell filled the air. Smelled rotten, like something had died.

Are you alright? Are you hurt? Or lost? I called out to the darkness.

Lost. Came the reply.

The voice was clear, and close. I walked a bit further and shined my light on her. Seeing her clearly, she was tall and lanky, wearing really lose fitting clothing. The look on her face said it all. She was lost. Possibly on another plane of existence as well.

Hello there! You made quite trip out this far. There isnt really anything out this far aside from some real thick trees. No campsites or anything. Which one did you wander from? I questioned the girl.

She pointed. There.

Wow. Just how long have you been walking? That one is really far off. Do you have a party with you? A phone? Someone we can get a hold of? I asked.

Yes. Came her flat reply.

Yes to what question? You have friends? A phone? I asked.

Friends. No phone. She said.

Well, were they walking with you? Or are they back at the campsite? I pressed.

With me. They were that way. I think. She said pointing in the same direction. In fact, I dont think she ever lowered her hand.

Alright. Are you sure you arent hurt? You didnt fall, hit your head? I asked.

No. Im ok. Really. She replied without emotion.

Well, why dont we go back to my campfire. We can sit there until sunrise, then we can see about finding your friends. I suggested.

Can we look for them? They cant be far. She asked.

The woods are dangerous in the dark. When we get back to the campfire, I can fire a flare. If theyre around, they can head our way. If they arent someone who can help will. Sound good?

Ok. She said.

The trip to the clearing was uneventful. The forest had calmed down, there were no more animals scurrying around the dark. Oddly, the rotten smell never went away. Even as we approached the campsite, the smell persisted. In addition, the girl walked odd. She swayed a lot, almost like she was drunk. Every few steps she would make this, jerky lunge forward along with some unnatural twitches. I dont know what she got into and I really didnt want to.

Once back in the clearing in the light of the campfire. I set down the emergency kit and got the flare gun and fired it up into the air. She flinched at the sight. We sat in silence, attempts at starting conversation led to silence or one word replies. She wasnt chatty. But I imagine the less I know, the better. Her pals can come pick her up, they can be on their way and I can get back to enjoying my night. I looked back over at my new friend. She sat away from the fire and faced the forest.

As we waited, the rotting smell only grew stronger. I stood up to try and locate the smell, but as I stood, I got hit in the back of the head and immediately fell to the ground. My vision was blurry, I couldnt tell what had happened. There were four figures around me. One was the girl, but the others were unfamiliar. In my dazed state, I couldnt tell details. But the figures looked, wrong. Like human, but not. They didnt say anything, and I didnt want to wait and see what they were planning. Confused, I began feeling around and found the flare gun. I fired a flare right at one. To call the noise it made a scream wouldnt be accurate. It made an ungodly noise as it clawed the air and flailed about.

I was beginning to regain myself. I reached for and drew my gun. By the time I could aim, they were scattering back into the woods. I took a shot and missed as they vanished into the dark. I kept my gun out and waited. Eventually the rotten smell was gone, and some rangers made it to my clearing. I told them my story, but they said I probably dreamt it and hit my head as I woke up and in a panic fired the flare gun. Maybe. But I dont think so. Either way, I never went back.

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Holy shit this is a thing now? Tagging this, miss the days we were actually creative.
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Anti-purge bump. I've made good progress on mine, but it's taking a lot longer than I thought

I will definitely have it done by Saturday. Hopefully earlier. But I'm experimenting with a style I've never used so it's slow going

I will, however, give another fake submission.

Starlight
(No moon)
Embers
(No moon)
Smoked meat
(No moon)

Senses
(No moon)
Heighten
(No moon)
Wind blows
(No moon)

Clouds part
(Now moon)
Eyes lock
(Now moon)
It starts
(Now moon)

Flesh rips
(Now moon)
Back arched
(Now moon)
Cry out
(Now moon)

On prowl
(Full moon)
No fear
(Full moon)
Find prey
(Full moon)

Target
(Full moon)
Attack
(Full moon)
Consume
(Full moon)
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Oh, nice. I dig it.