“Our fate is sealed and we can do nothing to change to change it.”

“What’s my fate?”

“You kill…me.”

Adam looked up from the Book of Fates and locked eyes with May. “You fate is you kill me.” He repeated.

“I’ll never kill you, never ever never!” May smiled reassuringly.

“You can’t alter the fates May, you will kill me…eventually.” As Adam said this an eerie silence filled the small tent.

Glass bottles with dead plants were perched on top of stacks of old books, the kind which were leather bound. Fairy lights hung from the top of the triangular tent which cast a soft pink hue over the spilled ink and parchment on the floor.

“You can’t alter the fates.” Adam repeated.

“I know that!” May rolled her eyes. “You’re my brother Adam, and I would die for you any day of the week. That’s why if I…if I kill myself now, you won’t die, and I won’t kill you.”

Adam stood stunned. “You can’t do that May! Before mum died she made me promise I’ll protect you! You can’t kill yourself!”

“Watch me.”

With that, May plunged a knife into her heart, Adam yelled in pain.

“May what did you do?!”

“I don’t know!”

May watched on horrified as Adams lifeless body fell the the floor, staining the tent a deep red. An inscription apperared on his forehead. May read it. It said ‘Our fate is sealed and we can do nothing to change it.’

Everything went black.

This is not related to the prompt, I also know it’s very short, it was difficult to make it work. I wanted to try something new that is creative for both me and you so yeah. Please put your versions in the comments area I would love to hear your versions😊

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The_______in the woods.

There once was a boy named_______. And he was a very_________ boy, he was especially good at . One day, he went into the woods to collect his. When he stumbled across a __. It was tall/short and. The boy was never seen again.

He was there again, He was always there, Who was he, He wasn’t a monster, Or a ghost, Or a murderer, Who was he? I can here his heart beat go as fast as mine.

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She was there again, She was always there, Who was she, She wasn’t a monster, Or a ghost, Or a murderer, Who was she? I could here her heart beat going as fast as mine.

Masha dashed in between people dressed in brightly coloured caps and clothes; she dived between a man dressed in blue, white and red handing out candy floss and ice cream, grabbing an ice lolly as she went past.

“Sir how’s the sauce?”

“Excellent.” The head chef hissed before sighing in relief. Yet another murder the police wouldn’t be able to solve.

The poor girl, she had no idea what she signed up for when she applied for Fishy Dishes. Her hand looked so tasty and her heart beat so tenderly, even when he held it in his hand it felt alive.

Her hair would be burned of corse, no trace of DNA could be found. It was - as writers called it - the perfect murder.

No wonder there dishes were fishy, they weren’t made of fish.

I’m dying. I’m dying inside and nobody can help me. Nobody knows me. How can you know someone that doesn’t even know themselves?

I am dying. I’m dying inside and nobody can help me. Help me.

“What is your name?!” “I don’t know my name!” “Don’t play games with me! Do you know who I am?!” “Do you know who I am?” “No!” “Then I don’t see what the problem is.”

I just wanted to write something, this is not linked to the prompt.

3 years. 3 years I had been stuck on the shelf gathering dust. My golden fur was now a damp brown and my once blue ribbon was now grey. I had seen people come and go taking my friends with them and one by one they all left me. Every now and again a flicker of hope would rise up in me as a little girl or little boy would run over to my shelf arms outstretched ready to take me home. Except it wasn’t me. It was never me. There was always some other thing that was better. Eventually everyone forgot about me. That one grey bear sitting at the back of the shop on the wobbly shelf gathering dust. Everyone except Marie. She would bound up to me day after day after day beaming and telling telling me all kinds of things. She called me Pod. I wasn’t quite sure what that meant at the time and I still don’t know now. But I loved her and she loved me. We were like brother and sister. Pod and Marie. And every time she came that flicker of hope grew to a flame. But day after day after day Marie’s mother would shake her head and I would be put back on the wobbly shelf. That was until one incredible day. Marie comes bouncing up to me squealing and crying. I thought something was wrong. But they were tears of joy. Because that was the day Marie held me close and never let go. My damp brown fur was now golden and my grey ribbon was replaced with a bright blue one. I had a family. Gone was the wobbly, dusty shelf and here was Marie. And I promised myself I would hold her right and never let go. And I keep my promises.

“Kaitlin, where are you?!” Anna giggled as she skidded around the playground. She heard a faint ‘over here!’ And bolted towards the fence which acted as the border between the school and the forest. Anna called again for Kaitlin and heard a reply, much closer now. Anna spun around to see Kaitlin up a tree, legs dangling down, grinning at her. “C’mon slow coach!” Kaitlin called and scrambled down the tree to the other side of the fence. Anna’s face stiffened. “Kaitlin, grow up. We are in year 6 now, we are supposed to be setting an example for them!”She whined and pointed towards the younger years playing merrily with balls and bats unaware of their conversation. “Anna, they aren’t even interested! Liven up a little, we are going to secondary school at the end of term and we will never see our special place again, can you come at least one last time?” Kaitlin pleaded from the other side of the fence. “One last time…” Anna sighed and scrambled up the tree and back down on the other side of the fence before marching down a rocky path away from the innocent cheers of the children on the playground.

There was a frosty silence as Anna and Kaitlin walked along together. Almost a mutual jealousy between the two twins. Anna was the smart, strait A, perfect daughter that any parent could wish for. Kaitlin on the other hand was the stereotypical popular, don’t care about grades, rebellious kid that any parent would think of as a nightmare. The two had been torn apart after the last government control policy, the two children rule. Their parents had sacrificed their triplet Annie, the only one who was like Anna and Kaitlin. That was two years ago. Their special place was a mural for her. After 5 minutes the playground music had gone silent as the twins reached their destination. Both of them sat on their knees and prayed. They could have sat there forever if they hadn’t have heard a twig break nearby. The two of them ran as fast as they could towards the school gate and volted it. The school was empty. Anna and Kaitlin exchanged anxious expressions. The last time this happened was…government control. The twins ran home as fast as they could.

When they got there, Anna burst through the door, “kill her not me!” Kaitlin was shell shock. “Y-you want me to die?” She stammered. “All you do is talk about yourself! I’m this I’m that, I’ll buy myself brains. You can’t buy brains!” “I never said that! You can’t buy brains I’m not stupid!” “Girls!” The two turned to see their father knelt down next to their mother, she was dead. “She couldn’t let either of you die..” “But she could let Annie die!” Anna and Kaitlin cut in. “It wasn’t like that, Annie she…she…” “She what! You better have a good excuse!” Kaitlin yelled “There is no excuse for killing my sister!” Anna yelled even louder. “Annie killed herself, she loved us all too much” Tears welled up in the two girls eyes. Knowing this, seeing their dead mother lying limp on the floor, everything crumbled. The two stormed outside not listening to their fathers warning that it was past curfew. “Excuse me young ladies, it’s past curfew.” “What’s the punishment, another behaviour point?” Kaitlin replied tirelessly. “No, death.”

There were rows along rows of dolls at that shop. Their emotionless polystyrene faces staring blankly into your soul. The way their eyes watch your every move. The way they look human. It’s scary. The way some of them go hand in hand or are holding umbrellas, all wearing clothes from different time periods - some modern, some ancient. It sent shivers down my spine.