forum Find a picture and describe it (Writing Practice)

Started December 30, 2020 by @NotSoBeautifulDiseaster group

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He pulled the scissor out with brute force, causing a spray of blood to shower over him as a result. As he pulled out the scissors, he leaned his head to the side. "Mmh…" His blank stare pierced the eyes of anyone who dared look at him. The fear he shook has no bounds, he even seemed to be able to pull one over on the fearless.

Everything I once was was shattered by you, There's nothing for you to come back to. I'm just a doll perched on a stool. I'm only alive in body, forced to dress up in dense and stuffy outfits for your amusement. Please just leave I do want you back

Her heart was empty and cold, broken far too many times for her frail mind, her eyes a lifeless black.
"Why do you help me?" she asked, clutching her bag like it was her lifeline. For one moment her vacant expression had some form of life. "Why do you-" Her voice faltered as his hand gently caressed her cheek, and he gave a smile as gentle as his hand, his usual cheeky smirk gone.
"Are you sure if I tell you why, you can understand it?"
She didn't answer.

The stars spiraled across the sky as a web of clouds set the stage. I hit the gas, let go and feel the wind blow through my hair. The moon is high in the sky, but it's not too bright. It doesn't hurt to look at it right now. A blur of forests and hills, trees swaying gently in the breeze. I'm only accompanied by the power lines that pass me by.

Another school year had gone by in its full chaotic glory - filled with excited chatter, light arguing, loud laughter, along with the occasional drama. And through all of the turbulent changes of puberty, the classroom stayed the same - brown desks full of half-written love confessions, stubby pencils and eraser shavings, the bulletin board covered in club notices and school announcements, the old blue curtains left open to reveal the rain and shine.
But now the students were gone, and the classroom was at peace, always ready for the next school year.

The buzzing of the street lamps echoes across the street, I marched up the stairs that became a canvas for graffiti with a lantern in hand, The light was cast on the middle of the colorless stair. The sunset dyed the sky as the clouds glide against the sky

The mochi hops around with bound of joy, his tofu friend watches focusing on the mochi's bounds of energy, How can he do it. The mochi stops and gazes at his friend, he encourages his jump to jump the tofu flinches at first before taking a breath and hopping, The mochi stares unblinking before the tofu implant straight in the ground, much to his distress

"Come with me." the voice ushered as it trickles down the beige carpet stair. Was it from the glowing glove or the ashtray. It led me to a Tv screen. The static hum a tune inviting me inside

The flickering lights echoed in the silence. The both of us let out a sigh of relief as the chaos seems to be dying down. I flopped down on the mattress on the concrete ground. There were enough supplies to last us for at least a week, fortunately we'll be out of this mess by then. Rika knelled by my side she clutched her hands as her lips trembled and her brows furrowed

"What is it…"? I murmured barely facing her

Rika remained silent as she dropped her head "Umm… Well… It's…" Rika muttered before clearing her throat "When you're even a little nice to me I get really giddy, but when you're even a bit cold I get depressed."

Everything paused. The room was only filled with a harshing ringing noise that polluted the air. Rika dropped her tic and… I can't get this out in words

Ah, You're awake… Oh, don't give me that look… I'm only doing this out of the kindness of my heart
Now, look around. Tell me, do you get a feeling of deja vu. Remembering something? Really?! Nothing! How about some hints. Remember running around in the playpen. Our shoes squeaking on the floor… Playing the monkey ball game. Your 10th birthday. Oh! Now you get it… We were once the best of friends… How could you forget me… How could you grow up and leave me behind…? How can you be so cruel? I'm stuck here on my own… The ball pit is all I have. Now you're here. Where you belong. Well, we have this place all to ourselves… Let's have the most fun ever!

With a thud I was pushed out of the car and fell face flat on the pavement. Pulling myself up I face a familiar sight; A biege suburban house with a brown house. It even have the same basketball hoop. But this isn't my home. These people aren't my family, I can't even see their faces! Mom! Dad! Where are you! Where am I!?

'W-wha' Kage had woken up in a secluded room filled with other people, one out of the few being recognizable. Hikari. 'Even Hikari's here?' he thought to himself. 'Wait… are… are those collars?! What are those for?' Kage fell deep into his thoughts, unsure of what to believe at this point.

God is good all the time: That is what I've been taught. I grew up in the room where these words were painted. Playing with the toy stove. Rocking the rocking chairs and hiding in the crib from those people. They always seem to find me though. They call me things like mistake and demon child God's supposed to be good all the time right. So why won't he save me?

A smile crept on England's face from ear to ear as he said these simple words "How's your dinner, sweetie?"
France's eyes didn't leave the Wii standing on his plate. He knew England couldn't cook for shit but this… this had to be some kind of sick joke.

With trembling hands, he scooped up the fork and said with a whimper "I thought you love me…"

"Vore me daddy!" The Wii cheered, awaiting its devourment.

France's lips trembled as he eyes the Wii "Do I have to do this?" He asked with a tinge of a croak in his voice
"It's what the viewers want," England says with a smirk.