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Ignore my heartbreaking in the background, but I love this

I mean its a cute story but you really let the WP get away from you here.

Oh wow, one of the best i read here!

Oh my god this sounds like one of the funniest posts I've ever seen

And that's why other cities call it Ta-compton!

"More"

My newest partner's favorite word. Often the only thing I would hear from him. And so I drank from him, consuming his own life to end the life of others. Many died that day, but not Solvin.

A curious creature, a "hedge" if I wasn't mistaken. The sharp quills on his back and... rotund shape made clear the inspiration for his kind's name.

Despite my wielder's small and strange stature, he possesses a fury unlike any I had seen before. Quiet, precise. Hateful. He hunts down his prey with brutal efficiency, tearing them in two with a single swing. And not entirely due to my own power.

Not once have I seen him spare an enemy. Indeed, he goes out of his way the hunt down survivors. Springing obvious traps for the sole purpose of catching up to those who set them.

I was not made to be curious. I wasn't made to think at all. Yet I did think, and soon my thoughts became enraptured by a single question: Why did he hate these other creatures so much? I had no way to simply ask, of course.

I cannot talk, merely pass on... feelings? Small thoughts? Enough for him to know the cost of my power, certainly. In the beginning, I sent him my curiosity, and my only answer was "Not yet." Perhaps mistaking my question for hunger?

Until one day, oddly, he calls for my power after a long trek in an empty field. I ask why, as best I can. Only to be met with a maddening "More." And I refuse. He screams, and I refuse.

I will not let him waste his life on nothing. I cannot refuse the call to war, but this... I cannot allow. "Listen to me you damned bloodsucker! Every second I rest those monsters are out there eating people! Children!"

Interesting. This outburst seems to be the last of his strength, as he falls to the ground. "Please listen!" he pleads, "I am so close. Just another hours march is Crown's Rest. If I can make it there, I can kill that predator!" I feel the hate radiating from him. I know if I grant this request, its likely to be his last.

Luckily, The Cost is one of the few things I always seem to able to communicate, and my master does not hesitate. "Yes, take it all! I don't care if I drop dead, AS LONG AS THAT THING DIES FIRST!"

And with that roar, I am no longer able to ignore my master's request. I drink in the rest of him, until spite and magic are all that moves him. He will have his hour march, and his grand crusade.

I can't help but feel sorry for him.

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So that one went a bit off the rails, but hopefully it was enjoyable. Kudos to anyone who can guess the 2 main inspirations for one.

Melody crossed her arms as she watched the spirit spell out fuck. She wasn’t going to let it slide again. Now Melody knew that asking for rent wasn’t going to be an easy task. She was sure there would be some pushback from whatever spirit was in her shitty haunted apartment. It was just time to wait now.

Melody looked over at her filthy floor length mirror. At first she looked past her reflection, getting caught up on how messy her room was. Once her own reflection caught her attention she stared at it. Melody had struggled often with her body. Hating it some days. Enjoying it others. Today was a day she was happy to have it. Her soft brown hair was placed in a messy bun.

As she began to look at her pear shaped body she noticed a figure out of the corner of her eye in the mirror. It had quickly ran out of her room. This caused Melody to blink in surprise as she had never experienced seeing a figure in her mirror before. Honestly she thought ghosts didn’t have reflections.

Before she could get too caught up in her thoughts everything went completely silent. This caused her to intently listen because it was too quiet. The only sound she could hear was her own heartbeat. It stayed like this for several moments before a loud clang came from the living room. When things had crashed in the apartment before Melody would get startled but this time was different. Melody simply raised an eyebrow before she quickly headed to the living room, starting to rant as she walked.

“You can’t scare me, mister or miss ghost. I need rent money otherwise I’ll be getting evicted and unless you want a new-“

Melody seemed to freeze when she saw the clang had been the ghost dropping something on her coffee table. It was a large sterling silver platter with intricate details. Hesitating, Melody moved towards it, holding her hand out above it. There was noticeable heat coming off of the silver platter. Upon placing her hand on the platter not caring if she got burnt, she felt the words engraved into it, ‘See you in hell’.

“Is this some kind of a sick joke?” Melody asked, not expecting an answer really.

Though Melody heard what sounded like footsteps shuffling from her bedroom, she didn’t immediately think much of it. Still she decided to turn around to look at the doorway. In the doorway she saw the Ouija board floating towards her. It was facing her so she could read it. As the triangle piece moved she turned pale.

The triangle spelt out. “It was a stupid gift.”

“This was a gift? From who?”

The board spelt out another answer. “A Vampiress.”

“A Vampiress? You expect me to believe in vampires, now?”

The board shook aggressively, spelling out. “You’re talking to a ghost!”

“Okay! Okay. I know I believe in ghosts but vampires? Why weren’t you immortal then?” Melody scoffed at first before rubbing the back of her neck as she asked her questions.

The board’s triangle pieced moved again slowly. “She couldn’t bite me, I was a werewolf it would have been illegal.”

“Hold on. You mean to tell me. You’re a werewolf’s spirit, it’s illegal to turn a werewolf into a vampire, and you were given this gift at your funeral?”

The triangle simply moved to the word “yes.”

“A silver plater? Isn’t that like a mean spiteful gift?”

The triangle stayed on the word “yes.”

“Did you die by like a silver bullet?”

The triangle still remained on “yes.”

“Wait so you’ve lived here before?”

The triangle moved to “no.”

“WHAT? Wait are you haunting me!?”

The triangle stayed on “no.”

“So are you haunting an item?” Melody seemed perplexed with this new found knowledge.

The triangle moved to spell out the word “Technically.”

“Technically?” Melody rubbed her face softly, still extremely confused. “Okay technically haunting an item. What item is it?”

“Your mothers necklace.” The triangle spelt out.

“Why?”

The board simply fell to the floor with a clatter.

“Oh come on! I still don’t know your name ghost. Why are you haunting my mothers necklace? Also how much is this platter worth?”

Melody waited for a response but didn’t receive one. Taking a deep breath in, she stood tall and put the platter under her arm. It had stopped radiating as much heat at least. She knew she would have to go to an antique shop to get the value appraised. That and she needed to call her mother, which could wait till a bit later.

(Part 1, might add a part 2 later.)

Ooooo i love this so much

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I let a deep sigh escape from within my soul. Despite knowing this would come up one day, I still felt ill-prepared. So, I reached deep within my soul and mustered up as much courage as any husband could when his wife is tapping her foot underneath crossed arms.

“Okay, so what happened was-“ I already could see the life in her eyes dying from annoyance. “So, you know when we were dating, and I went to the mountains with the boys? The hunting trip when I brought back the eight point?” I gestured to the mounted head above our fireplace.

“Well, Danny showed up.” I froze when Alivani’s hand shot out to stop me. She strolled over to the liquor table. The mouth of the bottle did not but kiss the rim of the glass before she chucked the latter behind her and gulped heavily.

“Continue.” she said.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds.” I assured her with pumping hands. “I know Danny doesn’t always have the best ideas, but this one was solid.”

“You mean like the time he blew up half a mountain?” Alivani reminded. “Or the time he pressed you all into being military conscripts? Ooo! Ooo! Or, was it as good as when you kidnapped a crime boss’ wife?”

“That last one was Vortre’s idea, actually.” I corrected politely. “No, so Danny caught up to us, and, as it turns out, we were camped near some ruins with supposed treasure.”

“It sounds crazy, but I knew for a fact it would be safe because a group of adventurers had cleaned out the goblins the week prior.”

“Wouldn’t the adventurers have taken the treasure?”

“Well, the hope was that we could get the scraps.” I responded. “So, we get there, search a bit, and then we get attacked by a shade.”

Alivani’s eyes didn’t blink as she took a hearty swig. “A shade?” She took three more. “It took your soul?”

“No.” I said. “I took its soul.”

Nice.

"Jessica, I told you that I'm scared of your dad"! I yelled from the downstairs laundry room.

"I told you, he's just a sweet heart. He's been dying to meet you". Jessica walks down the stairs with a basket of clothes.

Walking over to her to grab the basket. "Still, he just seems like that one bad guy from a heist game".

Jessica groans as she grips the basket. "It's always you and video games! You should really get off that game and come follow along my cooking lessons. Isn't that right chef Dianna".

I chuckle and shake my head. "You know I have my connections in video games. I defeated Satan after all in cod"! I quickly take the basket and put the clothes into the washer. "So hard in fact that he came to me for a job offer"!

She stares at me before turning around to go back up stares. "But when you start cooking for the devil is when I start believing that story"! Jessica would stand at the corner and yell from the top of the stares. "Well just come back up here and you can teach me how to cook"!

After finishing the laundry and setting the basket with the others, I began walking up the stares. Grabbing the remote to the radio and fumbles with it as I find the volume controls. Turning down the music as I walk into the kitchen.

"Soooo, I found out what we are making today"! Jessica slides her tablet across the counter. Stopping just in front of me.

Putting the remote down as I use my free hand to put on my classes. "Gumbo? Southern cooking? Don't think I have ever made that".

"Oh its really good! When I went to a restaurant on a trip to New Orleans and it served me a bowl of it"! She smiled brightly as she looks over me as I read more.

Often made with sausage, chicken and shrimp, Gumbo is very diverse in its selection of ingredients that can be used. This creole style of food is the result of many cultures mixing together in one important southern state

"Well, it seems like a lot of work". I said as I slide the page down to read the directions.

Jessica moved away from behind me and went to the fridge. Pulling out some bags. "Hey Dianna"! She says trying to get my attention.

I look up and sees Jessica with her arms piled with bags of ingredients.

"I already got all the ingredients we need"! She looks at me and gave me a goofy smile.

"Well I hope the devil loves sea food because it seems like we are going to be making more after this". I laugh and look down at the tablet to make plans for tomorrow night.

"Yes! I knew you were going to bring him up. I also got some really spicy seasoned shrimp since hell is meant to be hot". She throws the bag onto the counter. "If you gonna keep up the devil then I'm going to make you eat spicy food".

"Hey! That's unfair! You know I hate spicy foods"! The memories of Jessica tricking me into eating a ghost pepper came back. "There will be a separate pot without the spicy shrimp for later consumption"!

If I could, I'd upvote for the wholesomeness, and downvote for breaking my heart.

"So...you found the arrow, didn't you?"

I should have expected it. I read Death Note, I touched an arrow I knew was run by a Greek god, the second I grab the arrow, Cupid will show up.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I expected you to grab it. Other people wouldn't have seen the arrow. This is yours."

"Wait, you gave me the arrow?"

"Everyone gets an arrow once. You mortals say 'you only get one chance at love and that's that'...well, this is how that one chance happens. You have the arrow, go for it."

"So, I can shoot anyone I want?"

"Oh, no. Mom asked me to fix that after that whole bullshit with the golden apples. It's only going to be able to hit the person who is your fated soulmate. You try hitting anyone else but them, it'll pass through them just like if they didn't see it originally. It is in corporeal form for only you and your fated person."

"So they would have chosen to be my soulmate without the arrow anyway? That feels a little cheap."

"Well, the more mortals prove they can't be trusted with weapons of mass affection, the cheaper we have to be. But on the plus side, think of it this way. Your soulmate will see the arrow even if you never use it, so you'll know just who it is."

"I guess that helps out a lot. So, when do I use it?"

"You'll know...."

Cupid vanished, and the arrow was in my hands. Well, this at least seems somewhat helpful...not sure how much, but somewhat...

conclusion on this?

great start!

Pleasesss

Everybody knows about Santa's toy workshop in the North Pole. Less talked about are the lower-class elves who slave away in the South Pole's coal mines, gathering the rocks to fill the stockings of naughty children.

The working conditions in the mines were barely tolerable. It was hot, filthy and generally unpleasant. There was no sun, nor birdsong, nor feeling of comfort.

"Every year its the same thing," Gluggagaegir grumbled. He was a grizzled old elf with a long scraggly grey beard and a miserable droop to his large pointed ears. The blue overalls he wore were covered in coal dust, and his ruddy face was also blackened with the stuff. "We spend the week leading up to Christmas stuck down here while Santa's elves get to hang out in their nice clean toyshop. At least they have air conditioning."

"Quit yer complainin' will ya?" Ruprecht griped from his position down the line. "Its Christmas Eve. The sooner we get this done the sooner we can stop."

"Heads up, guys!" Belsnickel yelled from the mouth of the mine. Belsnickel was the supervisor and Head Elf, despite being the youngest. The others resented him for this, and he was often the butt of their jokes, but the words 'heads up' always got their undivided attention as they knew what was to come next. "The boss is coming!"

The other elves froze, standing at attention. The very air itself filled with tension as they heard the boss's footfalls approaching, the heavy clip-clop of his cloven hooves echoing around them. Moments later, his towering form came into view. His yellow eyes glinted in the light of the flaming torches that lined the walls. The tips of his sharp horns scratched the rocky ceiling as the mine barely accomodated his seven-foot-tall frame.

He eyed the sacks of coal critically, not speaking a word for what felt like an eternity.

"Nice job, boys," Krampus finally spoke. His tone was soft and almost deadpan, but edged with approval. "Let's go visit some naughty children, shall we?"

Glad you liked it. When I thought up Alice I was thinking pink girl with wings, I could see her making demonic Qupid puns, so Love struck.

And I have an idea for Agatha's villain name being something like bearicad.

And thank you for posting the promt. It was fun to write and read for.

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Well I wasn't expecting sci-fi to horror in this, but for some reason it doesn't surprise me

Here in Tacoma, we play a game called, "Was that a gunshot, fire works, or a car backfiring?"

Thank you!! :)

Smurf!! =]

I thought maybe it was a gun thing. She said dealership but didn't say car dealership