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Writetober 2023 (My first written form Inktober) by kanakwamouse, literature
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Writetober 2023 (My first written form Inktober)
Dreams
(dreaming of fruits and insects)
This is paradise.
Spiders
Posesem: Itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout. Down came the possum and took the spider out.
(Sukunik raises his tail. Shows some frightened fluff. Backs away three times and runs across the area, making animalistic sounds)
Path
Hassket: I got you cornered, bandit.
Rakakunem: Up yours because I'm escaping to the wild.
(runs on four like a real raccoon)
Rakakunem: Run fast. Arriba! Arriba!
Dodge:
Posesem: Think fast.
(Sukunik is pitted into a fight. Dodges attack. Spins around big once, then escapes into the darkness within the night. Scene shows him expressing narcisssism)
Map:
Hassket: It says we are here, and that dog is standing over there perhaps by some tents.
Domidag: Those are waves, you bone chewing jackass. It's a river, damn it.
Byarfare: I know who the next Hunger Games pharaoh is?
Fauxsae: Oh lord. Now him.
(Cut to black screen)
Golden:
(Posesem sneaks into the temple to take gold)
Porukapendk:
Writetober Day 27: Coat by Zikore, literature
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Writetober Day 27: Coat
“Once we recover. We’re going to do it again.” Katrina’s sudden announcement had the living smurfs staring at her. She leveled red-rimmed eyes at Eerie. “And again until we know how to kill them.”The redhead shuddered. After a breath she nodded. “You’re right.”“Sleep, Sissy. You can try again after you wake up and eat something. In the meantime we can try to find more information.” Sinister advised.“Start with Havana.” The oracle told him. “I found out that she’s a Dreamer like Sopitas.”His thick eyebrows raised in surprise. “What?”“She calls herself the Grey Guard of Dreams according to the White’s Dreamer.”The plague doctor jumped to his...
Writetober Day 21: Treasure by Zikore, literature
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Writetober Day 21: Treasure
“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me!” The three siblings sang loudly as they ‘sailed’.“We sail and ride the waves along the briny sea!” Allen had a bandanna tied around his head and held an old spoon that had been bent in his wrapped sleeve like a hook.“We brave and strong and sail along whatever the danger may be!” Added in Hannibal. His pirate costume was an eyepatch and a wooden stick he brandished like a rapier.“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me!” “We’re lookin for treasure, whatever the weather!” Morrigan piped up. She wore a paper hat and held up a plate from the kitchen for a wheel.“Uh… what’s the next line?” Asked the half-gob...
Writetober Day 17: Ornament by Zikore, literature
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Writetober Day 17: Ornament
The orange haired smurfette hesitated. She hadn't expected the off-white in front of her to make the first move. Then she remembered. The fresh flowers left on her windowsill and the basket of brownies left on her doorstep that had puzzled her. She turned red again. "I… y-yes."
The black haired smurf fairly vibrated with excitement. He moved his hand in offering. "It's no mere ornament for you hand either. It's made of Kirin horn -or, well, she's half-Kirin- but the properties remain the same."
Yvette picked up the ring and held it between thumb and forefinger. "Properties?"
The mage beamed. "Oh yes! The horns -and bones- contain the magic...
Writetober Day 18: Misfit by Zikore, literature
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Writetober Day 18: Misfit
Sinister helped the smurfette back to her feet. He began gesturing with his free hand. "Now all I have to do is vaporise a bit of the water and ta-da!" With a final sweep of his hand a wave of fog swept up and out to cover the top of the lake.The herbalist looked at him in confusion.
"Legends say Kirin fly, but that's not quite the case. They can create clouds and storms and walk on water." The mage stepped up onto the fog. "And when you combine the two it looks very much like flying."
Yvette gasped. She raised her foot and stepped up. With a feeling like trodding on sloping sand she adjusted her pace and stood on top of the fog bank. "Thi...
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Writetober Day one
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Writetober Day 20: Tread by Zikore, literature
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