This is undoubtedly the creepiest thing I've ever written
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The point was to write a descriptive paragraph:
The skies are grey and the weather is blue. Not actually blue, but blue in mood. It was bitter and cold and the raindrops felt like icicles penetrating my skin as I advanced through the storm. There was also an unusual amount of fog this particular evening and it made me feel blind, otherwise this would have been perfect for a hermit like me.
The road seemed to stretch on forever. No matter how far one had gotten, it felt as it you were trapped in a loophole and if you ask me, it was befuddling. It grew darker and darker, and with each step, the fear of the unknown in my heart began to amplify like a rock concert. I panicked and halted with a light scrtch! Suddenly utterly terrified, I turned back and ran full speed ahead. The fog began to fade and the ground started to shake and collapse, causing me to fall through the cracks in the asphalt pavement. I tried to scream, but there was no sound. I had landed in a pit of pitch-black nothingness. The little light provided by the cracks above was enough for me to deduct that the walls were bumpy yet smooth, like a mound of polished rocks. The walls were tainted red, and the grounds were ridden with crevices that were covered with puddles of translucent liquid with psychedelic rainbow patterns. Nothing could be heard but the light pitter-patter of beetles and mice.
Cackling was heard in the distance. Curiosity had gotten the better of me and I inched closer to the source of the laughter until it was visual. I hid behind a broken boulder and peeked out at the boisterous being. It was a small red elf-man with flaming horns. His eyes were concealed behind dark glasses, and He bore a lavender feathered boa. The elfin man pranced around a brightly-lit flame and was chanting a litany, it sounded merry, but at the same time it was fueled by fury.
The chanting suddenly came to a halt and the little elfin man stared blankly at whatever was in his viewpoint at the time. It was me. The initial fight or flight response kicked in and I readied myself to flee, but my legs would not budge. They began to melt into the psychedelic puddle I stood in. The elfin man grinned maniacally, his skin stretched to match the twisted expression that became his face. It looked as if it was going to rip. His skin did rip, too. A lengthy figure with long appendages stepped out of its casing and stepped towards me. There were no words to describe the sheer horror I was witnessing.
It reached out in my direction and grabbed my neck. Within a split second, it tore my head off and the rest of my limp body had molten into the puddle.
The next minute, my eyes had jolted open, automatically sitting up. I glanced around to see that I was now on a wet, dew-covered grass field with a rusty swing-set. Icicles piercing my skin once again, accompanied with grey skies and blue weather, with a tad of light fog. In the distance was the endless trail. -
Wow. That was outstanding. You are very descriptive and creative. I wish I could write breathlessly as you.
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NeonHedgehog NoviceMan, I wish I can write as good as you! You are one awesome writer!
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Wow. Disturbing. DESCRIPTIVE! But disturbing.
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..T-Thank you. ;n;
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CriticDude NewbieDont be creepy.
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Being creepy is good.
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@Carri04 I totally love it. So intense.
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@CriticDude Says the guy who's been stalking Skyler. Give me a good reason why that isn't creepy.
@Ting Honestly, I can't stop reading it! I keep coming back to read it again! :3 I LOVE IT!! -
Yes, I read it in a slightly English accent. It is very amazing.
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I'm honestly surprised at the amount of positive feedback I'm getting since I generally stink at word magic. Thank you all. :)
@Audree that makes sense, since I do speak in a slight British accent most of the time and I tend to transfer it into my writing.
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