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Started December 20, 2019 by @saor_illust school

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So,,, this turned out to be more horror-type than I initially expected, but I'll roll with this for now. Please do let me know if this isn't the kinda thing you wanted. I decided to end it there because it left more room open for interpretation.

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"911, how can we help you?"

The voice sounded genderless, robotic, even. She thought she'd gotten past the wall of robots and maybe she'd be able to talk to an actual human. "I-" she began, glancing behind her briefly. The body of a man appearing to be in his early twenties or so lay on the ground, eyes glazed over and his body twisted into an unnatural state. "There's been a murder…. and I think it was done by a robot. A killer robot, to be exact," she finally explained.

"I'll send a police team right over to you," the voice said in response. "Stay on the line for me until they come, okay?"

She nodded stiffly. Having finally said the words out loud, it was suddenly all too real. Killer robots. What if she'd still been talking to a robot? What if the police team that were supposed to come were all robots? She couldn't stop thinking about all the possible scenarios that could go wrong. Maybe she'd made a mistake calling 911. Maybe she should've gone straight to the police station first.

Thankyou! I shall make the best of it :)

So,,, this turned out to be more horror-type than I initially expected, but I'll roll with this for now. Please do let me know if this isn't the kinda thing you wanted. I decided to end it there because it left more room open for interpretation.

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"911, how can we help you?"

The voice sounded genderless, robotic, even. She thought she'd gotten past the wall of robots and maybe she'd be able to talk to an actual human. "I-" she began, glancing behind her briefly. The body of a man appearing to be in his early twenties or so lay on the ground, eyes glazed over and his body twisted into an unnatural state. "There's been a murder…. and I think it was done by a robot. A killer robot, to be exact," she finally explained.

"I'll send a police team right over to you," the voice said in response. "Stay on the line for me until they come, okay?"

She nodded stiffly. Having finally said the words out loud, it was suddenly all too real. Killer robots. What if she'd still been talking to a robot? What if the police team that were supposed to come were all robots? She couldn't stop thinking about all the possible scenarios that could go wrong. Maybe she'd made a mistake calling 911. Maybe she should've gone straight to the police station first.

Thankyou! I shall make the best of it :)

no problem !

I don't know if this is still going but I wanted to do a story based on a boy about 15 and he just lost his mom who worked hard and made money while the dad would go out and get drunk every night. They already did not have much of anything to begin with. But his dad has been getting even worse because his mom passed away. He has a little sister that is about 5. Now that they have almost nothing, the boy turns to crime to help out his family.

I'm sorry if that was confusing I'm not very good at writing ;-; thank you (also if you could come up with a title that would be amazing but thats okay if you can't)

Pain. That is my everyday life. Ever since Mom died, Dad's been consuming so much alcohol I swear it's unhealthy for him. But he doesn't really go to work anymore, so I had to drop out of school in order to even live. But still, at only 15, who's going to give a kid an actual job? I'm a tutor, except that the parents don't pay me much, considering they probably think it's just a side job. It's not enough, though, clearly. And then there's [insertnamehere]. Poor girl, she barely gets enough as is. She's my little sister, 10 years younger than me. We have almost nothing now. Whatever food I can buy, I give it to her, and me? I'll just live off whatever I can get, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if she didn't get enough.

But if I don't survive, than who'll keep her alive? Well, that's why I'm running from the police now. Was forced to end up stealing several hundred dollars from both my dad and one of the tutor families. (They asked me to babysit their 8-year old while they were away for the hour.) Things are hard enough as it is, but maybe if I can find a place to clean up and change clothes, and maybe get a haircut, I won't be recognisable anymore. Change my name, yeah? Just gotta keep going… for [insertnamehere]… keep on going…

But it's so hard. It's so fucking hard to do, I'm so exhausted. I'm tired of pretending. Tired of pretending everything's okay when it's fucking not. I'll be okay eventually, though, right? After all, I've gotta keep going for [insertnamehere]. Besides, soon enough I'll turn 16. Finally old enough for one of those shitty McDonald's jobs, but good enough. Though, I'll have to figure out what to do with her…

Oh well, I'll figure it out when I get there. For now, having her tag along is fine enough. Besides, I've taught her to stay quiet during work. With spare change I get leftover from food, I grab colouring books sometimes for her to colour, with the ten crayons we've collected during the past two weeks. Surprising the amount of things people just leave on the streets. We'll make it through, [insertnamehere]. And if it comes to it, I'll give my life if it means you'll live. Keep on going, [insertnamehere]. Stay strong.

oh boy
certainly didn't mean to turn that into four paragraphs
kinda added a smol twist there
but i hope it's okay?
i'm bad with titles tho, sry
@@Kylie

Heeeyyy, am trying to get these ideas floating in my head out into cohesive words, but they're all blurry ideas and I just wanna write something.

It can be any amount of characters, I'm just going for a short story kinda thing to get me going. I mostly write darker/emo rawrxd kinda stuff, so heavy subjects, maybe some action, or simply something sad are my personal preferences. I do enjoy vague-ish prompts because it gives me plenty of elbow room to work with, but a challenge for me would be soft/happy vibes and a very specific prompt. Right now, I think what I personally need is something on the more deeper/philosophical level. hoping to get some raw lines out somehow, you know? anyway hope this helps, and take ur time w the prompt!

"I am here," she whispered quietly into the cold fog of the night. "Where are you?"

It was pointless, really, the whole thing. She knew he couldn't come back. It was impossible. But still, she waited.

(Went for a vvvvv smol thing but actually i realised you said hapi so lemme grab smth else)

Ember. She seemed to be the happiest girl in the apartment. So why was it that it seemed she was struggling to stay afloat? She had everything a girl could want- a good partner, nice friends, and a comfortable place to live.

But, of course, there was more going on than met the eyes of the other strangers. Though she was still chasing love (she wasn't sure if her partner was the right one for her or not) and questioning her sexuality once more, she was indeed, a happy girl. Although, all of this was just the tip of the iceberg.

(idk was kinda going for a discover who you really are kinda thing?? i don't really write soft/happy vibes either lmao)

time 2 attempt to do both!!!!!!!!!!!!!! for funsies !!

The soles of her feet dug into the dampened grass, chilling her to the bone. She could feel another presence, but the dark void deep inside of her reminded her that she was, in fact, still alone. Nevertheless, she spoke.
"I am here…" The warm breath of her voice sent a wave of visible air out of her mouth, yet another reminder that she was cold.
The presence only grew stronger, but it wouldn't dare reveal itself. Instead, it crept around her just out of sight, gradually increasing her anxiety more and more. She turned every which way, trying to catch it just in case it was a little slower, but she couldn't.
"Where are you?!" She cried, tears dripping down more than just her face. The presence slithered up her arm, creeping straight to her heart and striking her.
But it couldn't kill her. No matter how many times it tried, no matter how violently it would persist, it still couldn't kill her. She wouldn't let it.
A piercing scream resonated in the fog as the presence began to fade. Though it was malicious, the presence was the only warm thing to comfort her that night. She knew she couldn't ever catch it, but she reached toward it anyway.
It was pointless, really, the whole thing. She knew that. It wouldn't return until the next night, and she had to remain alone again. She knew he couldn't come back. It was impossible. But still, she waited. Because one night, maybe he will.

Ember. It held a dull brightness, one where you knew it only lasted as long as you watched it. She seemed to be the happiest girl in the apartment. So why was she so heavily struggling to stay afloat? It's not like she had it tough, I mean, she had everything a girl could want- a good partner, nice friends, and a comfortable place to live. What could she possibly have to worry about?
Ash. It fell so slowly, and rose so quickly, as if it represented something to delight in.
But, of course, there was more going on than met the eyes of the other strangers. Though she was still chasing love on a deeper level, and questioning her sexuality once more, she was indeed, a happy girl. Although, all of this was just the tip of the iceberg.
Coal. Despite having such a chilly presence, ignited, it could only provide a damaging heat. Why are you supposed to hold them?
She was happy, yes, but only because she felt pressured to convince herself that she was where she wanted to be. Her daydreams and fantasies of an ideal life used to be where she is now; surrounded by friends, working a nice job, pursuing her interests, and happily dating her crush.
Now that she's achieved her high school dream, what's next? The impossible, of course.
Sparks. They floated away as if fleeing a crime scene, because maybe they are guilty, but they look far too peaceful.
She chased freedom. She'd drive around the city and pretend like her home life no longer existed. She'd cease to exist for just a few hours each night, when everyone's asleep, and during that time, she had no responsibilities. She chased that high every evening.
Fire.
It burned her past away, turning each memory into darkened smoke. Sometimes long, sickly and smooth smoke, other times puffy, crunchy and thicker smoke. Either way, she'd accomplished that which she daydreamed about so often.
She's exactly where she wants to be; she's escaped the box that trapped her in her repetitive life. She's free, she's independent, and she's far away.
And now she wants to return.

HOLY COW THATS AMAZING HOW TF-

Haha thank you! That was quite fun and quite the comfort excerpts for me lmfao I think I'm getting back into the frame of writing uwu

nice nice!

I'm not sure if your still doing these, but.

I would like to request a Dark/morbid fantasy prompt, two characters discussing the horrors they've seen and battled through to get to where they are while something inhuman screams outside in the darkness.

hmmm
am lacking inspiration atm
we'll see if i don't forget about this and i'll sit down to write a smol smth later
(i also have three art wips to finish, one of which i've assigned the deadline of for by the end of the day)

Oof, take your time then.

uhh
tw for mentions of rpe and suiide (also language warning)

it's,, ,not my best work i know
i hope it works tho??
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"No, Mira, you don't understand. I've been through hell and back, and I'm still here. Don't you dare give up on me now, for I've wanted to give up so many times you wouldn't even know. But guess what? I am still here," Calliope growled, her eyes narrowed. And yet, I still find myself being a hypocrite as I'm already planning my own death, huh? Seems I can't go a day without contradicting myself, I guess, she muttered to herself silently.

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Mira sighed, and tilted her head so she was gazing slightly at Calliope. "Cal- listen. I watched my own family die. I watched the only lover I ever had die, and I was forced to kill them and watch their pained expressions as the life faded out of them. And then, I was left to the streets at five fucking years old, Cal! Do you understand the scarring experiences of the streets? I was screamed at, yelled at, harrassed, even hit upon, and even worse, I was starving and severely dehydrated. You do not understand what I've been through, so don't fucking tell me what shit I haven't been through, you got that?"

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Though she hated to bicker, Calliope couldn't help but snap back. "God Mira, you've been through so much shit I know, but so have I. I was sold eleven times in four months to various men, who all tried to engage in sexual affairs with me, and it scarred me for life. And now I'm here, so I don't fucking care how hard you had it at ten years old, you're here too, and you are not giving up now."

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The two ignored the screams of the tortured, the dead, and the dying outside, while the monster that ravaged their lands nowadays brutally murdered them. But they were still alive, because there was a reason it only had one eye and a limp in its left leg. And inside was safe, so inside they stayed.

nice, thanks. I think I can work off of this.

okayyy
npnp

I'm not sure if you're still doing these, but if you are I'd like to request a slice of life/modern fantasy (?) prompt for a book, the setting is a coffee shop and there are 4 characters, one of them is a customer and the other 3 are employees (2 of the employees are female and 1 is male, and the customer is also a female). But the barista is a humanoid dragon and she's only had her job for a week, and some people are not really used to seeing a dragon working in a coffee shop…
If you need any more info I'd be happy to assist!

thank you for the details ! it's 10am, ijust woke up and i'm tired af-
i'm putting this on my list to do later today (hopefully) and i'll sit down at some point to write something !

no problem! take your time!

Placeholder names:
- humanoid dragon barista: Ally
- female employee #1: maria
- female employee #2: jolee
- male employee: mark

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She'd already been called out, only about maybe twenty times, Ally thought to herself, because of her body this morning. It appeared that humanoid dragons weren't common around here, though they were fairly common where she came from. Oh, how she longed to go back to home… but there was no going back now. When she departed her home planet on that ship, she knew that there was no going back.

But when she had walked into that shop for the first time, she could feel all eyes on her. "…come on now, let's welcome the new employee…" a young man, appearing to be the manager (or somewhat of an authority figure here) of the shop said slowly, his voice hesitant. "Maria, Jolee, this is… Ally. She'll be working with you now."

Ally sighed, as she walked into the coffee shop for the eighth time. She'd only been working here for about a week now, and still, the customers stared at her. "Who- what are you?" they'd ask. It was always the first thing they asked. As a young female, probably just come out of school for the day entered the shop and sat down, Ally walked over to her, hoping to take her order. "Hi, I'm Ally, can I get you anything?"

The girl pulled back in digust. "What the fuck are you, some sort of cosplayer?"

It took her about five seconds to gather her words, and then called out, "Can I get an actual employee to help me out here?"

Ally looked away, ashamed of herself once more. Why couldn't she just be normal for once? All she wanted to do was to be back home, where she was normal. Over here, she was the one who stood out, unable to fit in. She would never be able to fit in here, not with how she looked. "…I'm sorry," she whispered quietly, moving aside to let Jolee come in.

"…I get you anything?" Ally heard as she ran to the back of the shop once again.

"I'm sorry, Mark, I'm just not fit for the job… Perhaps I should just stay back here and make the coffee instead… they don't seem to like me much," she apologised, though she knew it wasn't her fault. It sure seemed she was at fault though.

[to be continued]

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okay so i'm assuming this would work???

could i request a prompt with my two characters kacey langford and yannika harding? they're both seniors in high school and are on the tennis team. yannika is the captain and she and kacey have an intense rivalry because they're extremely competitive. the setting is a modern high school comedy-drama setting; they're both 17 but yannika is older than her. kacey's friend nabila chan thinks their rivalry is immature and her other friend karuko masae (correctly) thinks they have romatic tension as well. by any chance could you write a scene between kacey and yannika where they're exchanging their usual barbs and catty comments but kacey has the 'italicised oh' moment and realises that yannika is actually quite pretty? i'm happy to provide more information if needed?

Placeholder names:
- humanoid dragon barista: Ally
- female employee #1: maria
- female employee #2: jolee
- male employee: mark

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She'd already been called out, only about maybe twenty times, Ally thought to herself, because of her body this morning. It appeared that humanoid dragons weren't common around here, though they were fairly common where she came from. Oh, how she longed to go back to home… but there was no going back now. When she departed her home planet on that ship, she knew that there was no going back.

But when she had walked into that shop for the first time, she could feel all eyes on her. "…come on now, let's welcome the new employee…" a young man, appearing to be the manager (or somewhat of an authority figure here) of the shop said slowly, his voice hesitant. "Maria, Jolee, this is… Ally. She'll be working with you now."

Ally sighed, as she walked into the coffee shop for the eighth time. She'd only been working here for about a week now, and still, the customers stared at her. "Who- what are you?" they'd ask. It was always the first thing they asked. As a young female, probably just come out of school for the day entered the shop and sat down, Ally walked over to her, hoping to take her order. "Hi, I'm Ally, can I get you anything?"

The girl pulled back in digust. "What the fuck are you, some sort of cosplayer?"

It took her about five seconds to gather her words, and then called out, "Can I get an actual employee to help me out here?"

Ally looked away, ashamed of herself once more. Why couldn't she just be normal for once? All she wanted to do was to be back home, where she was normal. Over here, she was the one who stood out, unable to fit in. She would never be able to fit in here, not with how she looked. "…I'm sorry," she whispered quietly, moving aside to let Jolee come in.

"…I get you anything?" Ally heard as she ran to the back of the shop once again.

"I'm sorry, Mark, I'm just not fit for the job… Perhaps I should just stay back here and make the coffee instead… they don't seem to like me much," she apologised, though she knew it wasn't her fault. It sure seemed she was at fault though.

[to be continued]

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okay so i'm assuming this would work???

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH

could i request a prompt with my two characters kacey langford and yannika harding? they're both seniors in high school and are on the tennis team. yannika is the captain and she and kacey have an intense rivalry because they're extremely competitive. the setting is a modern high school comedy-drama setting; they're both 17 but yannika is older than her. kacey's friend nabila chan thinks their rivalry is immature and her other friend karuko masae (correctly) thinks they have romatic tension as well. by any chance could you write a scene between kacey and yannika where they're exchanging their usual barbs and catty comments but kacey has the 'italicised oh' moment and realises that yannika is actually quite pretty? i'm happy to provide more information if needed?

(thank you marmar !)
and ofc ! thanks for all the details, i'll look into writing stuff later~

thanks so much!! i appreciate you doing this

o shit i forgot about this i'm so sorry-

can i put this off for awhile? i have an art project i'm really excited about working on and lately have been prioritising that over literally everything else- (gosh i don't think i've gone on nb today before)