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Your character has just escaped the City of Death. Tell the story of what happened there.
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Allison had just escaped the city of death,she wonder why she was warned not to go it seemed like a normal town.She saw a man wander so she decided to talk to him.”Hello sir I’m Allison who are you?”she said,he replied”Just a wanderer go. Back home now little missy I’m fine.”She decided to ask him about the city of death and he told her a story.Here it is.The city of death you sit to be a beautifu...
Stumbling through the woods with bones that felt entirely different but deep down they were all the same, Armani braced against the trunk of a tree and wheezed for breath.
Their face, once smoothed and young, now bore wrinkles and loose skin. They closed their eyes when they saw their swollen hands, one clutching tight to a black flower with orange creeping from the inner cup. Everything ached a...
It’s hard to describe the feeling of being the only one left.
I’m the last person remaining in this cursed place.
Now, I’m the only person I know.
How am I supposed to walk through the world knowing everyone I loved, every person I knew, is gone?
I know I’m lucky to have escaped the City of Death, but where do I go from here?...
A suffocating eerie silence settled over me, not a sound could be heard besides the whistling wind. My heart pounded violently in my chest as I stare into the abandoned city, or at least semi abandoned. The people were gone yes, but what took the people, they were still lurking.
When my friends and I had arrived for vacation, we knew nothing of this place. It was a casual trip away from our ever...
James was an ordinary kid, until the losso of his life. He doed from a mirder at 13 years old. No one ever found the body, all the found was a blood soaked note. "Dont clme after me." said the note. Now to james. Here you go-
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I sunk down inder the floor, past hell to a city ghat said "the living feed"
I went in and spme sort of hand reached up from me in the ground, it was covered in thick ...
Death looks just as death should.
Black cloak, scythe, face hidden by the shadows.
He looks at me from under his cloak, all I can see of him, though, are his grey eyes. Nostalgic, sorrowful eyes.
He doesn’t like being the one who separates families, tears lives away.
But he is also the one that consoles the spirits of those who are gone, he is the one who takes care of them.
He is even the one...
He looked like how you’d imagine him to look; black cloak, skeletal face, scythe in hand. Everything about him was easily recognizable, and yet something could strike you as off. The Grim Reaper wasn’t as scary as you originally thought.
Hell, you could mistake him as a friend if you ignored his appearance. He didn’t talk, you doubted he could. Instead, the two of you made it to the center of the...
It was like waking up from a nightmare, the night I escaped the City of Death. I had stalked the barren, grey walls there for what seemed like centuries, meeting nobody, until I saw the Bell-Ringer. Robed in black, skeletal head exposed, they rang a massive steel bell again and again. I stood and watched, unsure of what to do. The scene felt sacred, as if I were witnessing some arcane ritual. Nobo...