LetUsStartARiot

The town, miles away, was being washed in the warmth of sunlight.  Clouds were approaching from over a mountain range, but it would be awhile until they were blessed with rain for crops and their reserve supply.  The celebration was still going on, with no end in sight.  The villagers were peacefully and happily dancing any troubles they could have had away.  Normally, a small house that  was known as ‘home’ to five brave souls would be full of food and laughter.  Maybe empty for a few minutes so the residents could join everyone outside in the beams gifted from the sun. But unknowingly to their fellow friends and villagers, that

Smile Dog’s tongue continued to lap at your face. It was his way of making you stay awake and encouraging you to get back on your feet. The demon dog whimpered by your feet, where his wet nose nudged your them. You reached over for the knife Laughing Jack had dropped and did your best to roll over to your side so you could try to get up. Your body had become sore from the encounter you had with Laughing Jack earlier so this would take a while. You managed to sit up on your knees but just when you were about to get up on your feet, letters flashed across the night sky: TWO DOWN REMAINING: N/A “Riight,” you said. “I fo

                              Elevators open in time for you to get glimpse of Rex running out of the compound. "REX!" You shout after him. He pauses, looks back briefly before disappearing into the forest. You look over at one of the motorcycles, "Like hell you're getting away!" You growl, running after him as the motorcycle comes to life and speeds up to your side. You jump onto it riding after Rex. "Hey! Wait for me!" Wade calls.                              You only look back and give him a slight frown before speeding into the forest. You follow his trail to another compound. He had stopped in the middle of the courtyard, facing you. Y

    Slenderman’s POV    A faint scent of dried blood drifts through the air. I stand across the hall, waiting for her door to open. I can hear her soft whimpers from behind the door, but nothing else. The door is motionless, taunting and tempting me to open it. I want to see her. I want to hold her. I just want her.    __________… I’m so sorry.    I listen closely to her soft sobs; it is my only sign that she is there.    I promise I will never do anything like that to you ever again.    Eventually, the sobs soften and fade, disappearing into silence. The silence that I had enjoyed so much in the past is now my anathem

Spheksophobia: Fear of wasps. Lazy days, hazy days, no college, summer hikes, bears out eating wild berries, chunky blue dragon flies, lily pads with flowers, swat away the midges. Climb the high hill, shear rocky drop ahead, view of the marshes surrounded by tall evergreens, picnic time, water for the dog, smile for the photograph. Summer. It was your favourite season, there was no better feeling than the sun on your skin in the early morning or the colourful array of flowers that greeted you when you opened the patio doors of the house you shared with your boyfriend. It was early but the sun was out full force, pumping out heat and UV ra

The apartment smells like mac n’ cheese, and a tiny troll with a mermaid tail greets you as you step in. You feel Kankri’s grip around your neck tighten as the seadweller’s gaze travels up past you and to your shoulders. “Hi?” he asks in a tone of wonder. “Hello,” your troll replies, slightly imperiously, up on his towering 5 foot zero throne. You pry him off your shoulders and set him down on the couch, where the seadwelling troll approaches him in a guarded fashion. “I’m Cronus,” he offers. “My name is Kankri,” the redblood whispers, his voice shaking slightly. Whe