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FoolishFates In reply to ivysprouts [2020-02-26 17:33:57 +0000 UTC]

Aaa no need to apologise for the wait, sometimes life happens, nobody can fault you for that c’: 
That being said !!! I’m very glad you liked my writing, most definitely got carried away with it huehuehue Thank you so very much, he is in very good hands (*´꒳`*)

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ivysprouts In reply to boxcarr [2019-10-03 21:25:12 +0000 UTC]

EHEHE THANKS BOX!!! <3

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rutilated-quarz In reply to ivysprouts [2019-10-17 02:02:34 +0000 UTC]

Are extras allowed for this, or no? :0c

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ivysprouts In reply to rutilated-quarz [2019-10-17 10:34:50 +0000 UTC]

if you think they’ll add to the form then sure! I’d love to see what else you’ve got <3

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sl1med0g In reply to ivysprouts [2019-10-03 06:17:59 +0000 UTC]

this kia is so good me love... i am so excited for it!!

i shall hafta do me best to make a good story for u >:3c

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ivysprouts In reply to sl1med0g [2019-10-03 06:20:37 +0000 UTC]

eheheh I don't doubt ur abilities!! 

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PKBlackTornado In reply to ivysprouts [2019-11-01 03:20:56 +0000 UTC]

Kia's name; Ain

Story;

her breath caught in her throat and her leg caught in the brambles.

some part of her mind told her she was foolish for even trying to run.

the rest of it just screamed at her incompetence, adrenaline clawing at her shaky legs and trembling heart.

pulling was no use. digging her nails into the forest earth and dragging her body forward only made the thorns sink in deeper and deeper into her thigh, tearing her flesh open like paper through a shredder. her blood, warm and still pulsing in time with the stabbing pain in her head, dripped downward and into the soil below.

and the footsteps behind her grew ever nearer.

nearer, and nearer-

she shrieked a cry of indignation into the unforgiving night.

the footsteps, now so close they rang in her ears, came to a stop.

out of breath, teeth bared in a snarl, she managed only a pitiful request- “get it over with. kill me.”

“you missed your chance for mercy.”

the strangers words were punctuated with her gasp and whimper, the feeling of a foot pressing down on her spine with a great crack, like the limb of an old tree finally giving way and crashing to the ground. her breaths were even more labored now- a stabbing pain on her left accompanying every breath in.

for a moment, there was only silence, and the sounds of her wheezing, unsteady breath- only the pain, and the feeling of eyes boring into the back of her skull.

“there are fates so much worse than death in store for you.”

the voice was now distant, carried on the night wind along with the ever-fading footsteps of the one it belonged to.

she decayed there, alone and resentful.

-

“who am i?”

those are the words in the night wind now.

the children’s stories tell never to stray too close to the woods after dark, lest you be snatched away by witches or fairies. the adults warn of poisonous snakes, of steep drops disguised by leaves, of snags in wood that could lead to the foolhardy tripping and busting their head open like a fresh coconut. of the rumors of bears or mountain lions there, the ones behind the number of mauled corpses that keep showing up- and the disappearances.

“who am i? who am i?”

the paths through are closed, due to the unusual number of deaths related to the forest. not that anyone liked it much in the first place- locals have always considered it a prime candidate to mulch for new development. after all, the last time anyone had any stake to the land was decades ago.

though the bold sometimes take the danger as a challenge.

“…”

it’s not like everyone who wanders in winds up dead. but it seems to happen once every few months, now. called in by her voice in the wind, someone will stray from their path. someone will happen across her.

those who aren’t seen call her a monster.

those who meet her gaze hear only one thing-

“who are you?”

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DoubleInfinitii In reply to ivysprouts [2019-11-01 01:49:04 +0000 UTC]

A Timeless Castle Kia's name; Roman
Story; 
The dark forest has been a haunted hotspot for centuries. Rumors said that if you wandered into the forest for long enough, you would stumble upon a castle that stood on top of a hill. It was said that those who went into the castle never returned and sometimes you could hear the cries of the lost souls trapped in the castle forever. Long ago, a bold young man decided he would settle these rumors once and for all by going into the castle himself and coming back out alive in order to release the fear and paranoia that was drilled into the citizens of the village that neighbored the forest. The man instead met the most beautiful lady he had ever seen in that castle and fell madly in love with her. Time passed and the man who was no longer younger returned from the castle. The older man told the crowd that he was released by a beautiful woman out of pure love. Ever since then the tale has been passed down for centuries and slowly the lies of th

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FoolishFates In reply to ivysprouts [2019-10-30 06:54:47 +0000 UTC]

Goes without saying but: there be (an attempt at) Horror beyond this point!
Clicky click the entry link!

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firefly-factory In reply to ivysprouts [2019-10-22 23:11:40 +0000 UTC]

Kia name: Fir

Additional info: Female (She/Her) Personality is somewhat shy, melancholic, and paranoid. Was far more energetic as a child, but as she got older she slowly became more reserved.

Story:

As a child, Fir had never believed in curses. She had ignored the warnings, the whispers of gossip shared through clenched teeth. She simply saw it as her neighbors’ way of making their lives more interesting-as residents of a small, rural town are prone to do-and for the longest time she paid the superstition no heed.

At least, that was until it became unavoidable. On one abnormally cold fall evening, a great sense of unease spread through the community. One of their very own had disappeared into thin air, almost as though he had never existed at all.

This particular townsman had lived relatively isolated from the rest, in the old mansion bordering the forests edge. It was far too big for one person to manage, and as such had begun to degrade over the years. Naturally, such a man was the subject of many a rumor, but none had ever quite been like this.

“Im telling you, that man was cursed!” One woman whispers to another as they peruse the market stall, “And curses don’t disappear. Stay far away from that old house.”

Fir huffs in childish disbelief. These claims jumped to conclusions far too quickly for her liking. It was at that moment she decided that she would prove this whole thing false. That night, under the watchful eye of the moon, she would enter the abandoned house.

Something did certainly feel....off about the old place, she admitted to herself. She stood directly before the door, towering so far above her, seemingly made bigger than any actual person would be. Her hand gripped the rusted silver of the doorknob, pausing after she twisted it. Something within Fir was stopping her from fully committing, urging her to turn back, but she ignored it.

With renewed determination, she twisted the handle. The hinges screamed loudly as the door swung open, leading to a vast and inky darkness within. Fir took a step in and the floorboards instantly creaked beneath her feet, having long forgotten the feel of footsteps. Before she had time to get her bearings, one particularly aged plank snapped beneath her weight. As her foot plummeted through, spores from the rotted wood billowed through the air. Fir coughs and sputters wildly as she yanks her foot from the floor.

Tears formed in her eyes from the haze, blurring her vision but in that moment she saw something pale skitter past. It crawled from a corner up onto the walls and up the spiral stairs in a way that should have been impossible for something of its size. When Fir’s eyes had cleared once more, all signs of the thing had gone.

She turns to leave the house, but the door had seemingly closed itself when she hadnt been looking. Fir shudders and goes to rub her injured leg before proceeding onward, but something about it was strange.

The irritated skin from where the wood scratched her didnt look right. Instead of looking like the scrapes of wood, the patch of skin looked more like a handprint. At that moment a loud thud sounded out from behind her, ringing across the entire house like a bell. Startled by the strange noise, Fir fled into the closest room available. She slammed the door and locked it behind her, finding herself in what looked to be a study of sorts.

She clenches her fist and desperately looks for any opening she could use as an exit. Something drips down from above onto her face.

A hole in the ceiling? No, she would’ve heard rain. Besides, rain would be cold. This liquid is warm, almost like.....

She looks up.

On the ceiling is a strange, human like nothing, drool pouring from its mouth as it looks down upon her and smiles. Her heart lept into her throat.

“I cant move,” Fir thought, “Why cant I move?!”

It crawls toward her, lipping its chapped lips with its long tongue. Fir snaps out of her trance, running towards a crack in the wall. Her only hope was that it would give way. The sound of skuttling feet on the ceiling trails close behind her all the while, but the wall breaks. Fir runs faster than she ever had before, her heartbeat was as loud as a drum in her ears.

Against all odds she makes it back to her house, exhaling in misplaced relief. Blissfully ignorant that the creature had watched her all the way home.

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rutilated-quarz In reply to ivysprouts [2019-10-17 02:00:17 +0000 UTC]

the luxury of self-comprehension-cryptid kia entryKia's name; Corvi
Gender: Nonbinary (any pronouns - 'he/him' is used in this story)
Story;
"I think this place is haunted."
Well, now, that sentence didn't seem correct at all to Corvi. He made a point to convey this to the other two kias in the room, with a huff, roll of his eyes, and a muttered, "Yeah, right." They ignored him, though. They always seemed to ignore him. He wondered a bit to himself how he always seemed to get on everyone's bad side - no one even gave him the dignity of acknowledgement.
"I don't know about that." At least one of them - the taller of the two - seemed to share his sentiment. "You think everywhere is haunted. I think this place is just cold."
"Yeah, but this place is like, super haunted. I'm sure of it."
Corvi scoffed. He had lived in this house for 400 years, and he hadn't noticed anythi

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DemonInTheAshes In reply to ivysprouts [2019-10-03 06:29:37 +0000 UTC]

Kia's name;  Keir
Additional info; [ Keir, male, his name is Irish and means dark/black
Story; 
The creature's hands pressed to its lips as it curled into a tighter ball beneath the bed, heart racing. Its breathing was uneven, whimpers threatening to tear from its throat as the creature watches the crack beneath the door. The lights are going off in the house, slowly but steadily. It can hear the distinct click of switches on the first floor of the house, meaning that the residents inside were calling it a night and turning everything off. The creature shifted beneath the bed, the prominent bones of its hips digging into the wooden floor, and its sunken eyes are close to watering from the sheer, cold rush of fear that spreads through its body in nauseating waves.

It was once a respectable monster; it had earned a hefty title in the shadow world, reigning over those little beasts that lived in the closets of children or nibbled at toes left unattended on the outside of their bed covers. It had been close to taking over the section of monsters that made a living out of grabbing at ankles and dragging their victims below their own beds, and then it had moved into this home. One child, two parents that were sound sleepers. When the monster had taken up this job, it had expected to be done in three days - four at the most. It was going on five months now and, though it was starving, the monster dared not to leave the false sense of safety it had developed by hiding under the bed. The child of the home was a terrifying creature unlike anything the monster had ever seen.

Suddenly, the sounds of enthusiastic footsteps filled the monster's ears, and it began to quiver in its hiding place. The sharp edges of its oversized, jagged teeth brushed over the pads of the monster's fingertips, slicing at the tissue. The figure was moving up the staircase two at a time as if it couldn't wait to reach its bedroom. Tears bubbled up in the corners of the monster's milky eyes as it saw a shadow stop in front of the door, lingering for several seconds as if to taunt the beast and torment it with suspense. The tears spilled over and slid down the monster's hollowed cheeks as it heard the doorknob jiggle and turn, and then the door was opening. Yellowish light from the hall spilled into the room, illuminating almost every part of the child's personal space with the exception being a couple of bedroom corners and the space beneath the bed. The figure in the doorway took one step inside, then the next, shutting the door behind it with a flick of its tail. It approached the bed slowly, moving with leisure as if it wasn't time for the child to curl up in bed, and then the figure was walking around the bed. The child circled steadily, and the monster turned its head to keep up with the little gremlin, not wanting to let him out of its sight.

Then the boy was hopping up and onto the bed, settling down on the soft blankets and the plush mattress that didn't flinch beneath the child's weight. The monster held its breath, eyes sliding shut briefly as it relished in the thought that maybe the boy was too tired to mess with it that evening. When it opened its eyes again, a mismatched set of red and yellow eyes were staring at it, practically glowing in the dark. Serpent-like pupils were locked onto the monster, observing the skeletal form without a shred of fear in their depths. Instead, it looked like the child was rather bored of the creature's existence, as if the monster was a toy that had gotten old. The monster felt its breath catch in its throat, and the soft tap of its bones as it shook filled the air.

"Y'know," the child's voice was hushed, surprisingly thoughtful, "I'm getting tired of you taking up space. We'll have to do something about that."

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