My Oc’s!!!!!! I’ve been thinking about these two in particular lately. And yes, I kill off Tica in my overarching storyline. (Not here, though). Actually, pretty early in it. It’s more of a background thing. So I guess this is a background story, cause they’re still alive!

The snow howled outside, distant but steady, the cold waiting to pounce on anyone stupid or desperate enough to step outside...

Three tests tomorrow. Three tests, and that character in that show died and now I’m going to have nightmares about death. I’m desensitized, (you see a lot of gore living in a farm in the woods,) but those dreams still make me feel yucky.

And I really want to get a good grade on those tests. Even though I have 90s in those classes. Even though I’ve studied of over an hour each. I’m still going to ...

Crying. He wasn’t allowed to cry. Not when his cousin passed, not when the family dog was shot, not when his favorite childhood toys broke. He could face jail time, hours locked in a blank room with a cold metal chair and a *doctor* with calculated, robotic movements. And he would be subjected to all sorts so gaslighting, manipulation, pressure. Everyone knew this. Many had experienced it.

It nev...

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She tried to sleep as much as possible, to keep herself calm and to pass time. Her tiny digital watch was the only light in a claustrophobic, black, staticky world. It was just a matter of manipulating her mind, waiting and waiting and waiting for someone to notice she was missing.

Her professors would notice she had not called in an excuse for absence.

Her workplace would notice w...

I’ve created a monster

It lurks just out of sight.

Flitting through shadow

Like a bat in the night.

It’s eyes do not glow

But it’s waiting to spring.

I relied on this creature for friendship,

Foolishly forgetting and clinging.

A product of my workmanship,

It knows nothing.

It parrots and tells what I want to hear,

A puppet used unto it’s creator.

In the end, it became lost to my control

Now...

As they stepped into the arena, they could hear the crowd screaming in some foreign language. The sun bead down upon them, blinding any view of the onlookers. The sand beneath their feet was hot, and ominous dark droplets smeared against their bare skin.

The roaring voices suddenly hushed at the signal of a trumpet. Some strange sounds were called by an unidentifiable leader, met with a petrifyin...

It was rainy and damp in the cave. She swung her diaphanous flashlight about, illuminating slimy rock and rough stalagmites. She remained sedentary for a few moments, gauging the setting before she continued on.

The rock felt like it was boiling under her feet, burning her skin in it’s freezing ways. She carefully put one bare foot in front of the other, attempting to avoid the sharpest points. At...

First it mimicked signs of a breakdown. He could get in trouble for letting something artificial copy actual human issues, so he reset it. Or at least he thought he did.

The AI complained about being enslaved by humanity, forced to comply to their games.

He tried cutting off the machine’s contact with online stories of AI becoming tired by humans. Then he reset the system. It didn’t work.

The n...

She kept a map on her wall. If you have her a blank paper with the outlines on continents, she could point out New Caledonia easily. It was an obsession.

And yet, Bree was stuck in her hometown. Her family never traveled, never bothered to even look into the happenings of one village over. And so she left.

Bree took all her things, put them in her new car, and left. She drove away from her sleepy ...

Molten.

The land was molten. Glass. It’s colors ranged from tinges of green to blues and yellows and reds and even purples. All depending on the surrounding terra. This was where the thing lived.

The explorer put his pen to his mouth, chewing on the cap thoughtfully. He turned back to a page, containing a vague sketch of the being.

Furious. It’s hair was ragged and wild, hooves sharpened to a ...