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The carnival was a husk of what it once had been, a place that thrived on chaos and spectacle. Now, it was nothing more than a desolate wasteland of broken mirrors and decayed memories. The neon lights that once dazzled now flickered weakly, barely keeping the darkness at bay. This was my home, the place where I had risen to power alongside my clan—Valentine, Fig, and Cheshire. We were the Carnival of Shadows, feared by the city for the terror we unleashed, a group that lived for the thrill of the hunt and the chaos we could create. But that...
**Carnival of Shadows** The carnival was a husk of what it once had been, a place that thrived on chaos and spectacle. Now, it was nothing more than a desolate wasteland of broken mirrors and decayed memories. The neon lights that once dazzled now flickered weakly, barely keeping the darkness at bay. This was my home, the place where I had risen to power alongside my clan—Valentine, Fig, and Cheshire. We were the Carnival of Shadows, feared by the city for the terror we unleashed, a group that lived for the thrill of the hunt and the chaos ...
Submitted to Contest #191
Part 1 The night was cold and dark as the full moon rose in the sky. Jackson, a teenage werewolf, felt the transformation happening inside him. His bones cracked and his muscles stretched as he felt the fur sprouting from his skin. He howled in pain and ecstasy as he became the creature he was destined to be. Jackson had inherited the werewolf gene from his father, who had passed away a year ago. His mother had remarried and they had moved to a new town, where nobody knew about his secret. But Jackson couldn't keep the wolf inside him fo...
It was Monday, probably Tuesday, sometime today, but tomorrow which was yesterday and somehow things just got messed up fast. I'd like to think that maybe it was just meant to get crazy for a reason, maybe just maybe I could control the aftermath of this catastrophe, or stay alive until this guy decides to write another story that involves me getting into another crazy situation. Thanks... With no time to spare I'm falling to my death with my hands around this monkey's throat, choking the shit out of him if I die at least I know...
Submitted to Contest #29
Odd Love: Exodus of Paradise By J.M.Taylor IV Once upon a time in the vastness of the cosmos on a desert planet some distance away known as Omayri lived a desert dweller named Flakierri. Flakierri was what we would know to be a greenish four-armed frog-like man who for all intents and purp...
Trying to get my flow back
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