Written by Terrestris Veritas
Nature: A terrifying opponent, an incredible power that can change in the blink of an eye.
Image courtesy of http://www.comicvine.com
So, the four of us were here in Quai’s room up in the attic. I was curled up by the fire, watching the hot element swirl endlessly, and Quai was crouched on the window ledge staring up at the black clouds. Jose and Miranda were eating each other’s faces off on the sofa; nothing out of the ordinary. There was a storm raging outside, lightning scorching various trees in the wood, while thunder signified their knell. The trees were given a blessing burial from the pounding rain.
In all honesty, it was the first storm for a while. I think it was Quai’s first time seeing a storm – the way the slight teen was gazing at the dark fluffiness was endearing. Poor kid hadn’t experienced much in his life. It was nice to see him fascinated by something other than the river.
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Written by RicardoCC
Sir Fluffs, we salute you!: We tried to find a bear with a blue shield, but we ended up getting the next best thing – Twilight Link from LoZ.
Image Courtesy of Inkandscissors.com – go on, buy a bear!
The light of the full moon illuminated the bedroom of the small girl, who lay silently in her bed, tucked away under the confines of her quilt. With only her small head protruding, her shoulder-length blonde hair coated the majority of her bright pink pillow. Her button nose twitched, attempting to scratch at an internal itch without removing her arms from the comfort of her temporary cocoon.
“Good night, Sir Fluffs,” she whispered to a small, light brown teddy bear which sat upright on the pillow next to hers. A small blue plush shield was attached to his short, chunky left forearm and a blue plush sword in the finger-less hand of his right arm. The girl drifted off to sleep, a bright smile on her face.
A low tapping noise echoed through the room several minutes later. The noise came again, this time accompanied by an eerie scraping sound. The sound was interrupted by occasional bursts of laughter and chatter erupting from downstairs – where the girl’s parents seemed to be having a party of some kind. It came again, louder than before, and it only got louder. From the bottom of the girl’s wooden bed, three enormous lengths of grey, bony flesh topped off with black nails the length of a thirty-centimetre ruler, rose and wrapped around one of the four bedposts. Continue reading →
IT’S HERE!!! GO CRAZY!!! IT’S THE FRIDAY FRENZY!!!
Okay, now that the momentary bout of madness is over I shall lay out the details. As you all ought to have heard by now, the final Friday of the month is the Friday Frenzy.
Your challenge is to write a story of any length you want, taking as much time as you feel is necessary on the theme given below.
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What will this month’s theme be? Check it out on 25 Jan!
This is just a quick note to remind you all of our new challenge for 2013, The Friday Frenzy. Now, as you might already be aware from this post here, the FF is something new, fun and creative to get your teeth into.
This Friday 25 January, our awesome forum admin and Inkblots editor, Sparky, will be stopping by to post all the details for you guys to enter.
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Written by Bobartles
N.B. The title refers to the writer’s core body temperature at the time of writing.
Hammersmith Bridge, London: I hear her footsteps tap across the bridge…
Image Courtesy of Reddit
“You’re cold,” she says.
I shift my hands in my pockets as she appears at my side, not taking my eyes off the shifting lights of the motorway beneath us. She crosses her arms and leans back on the railing. I feel her eyes on me.
“I’m fine,” I lie.
She keeps staring at me, brown-blonde hair catching the feeble rays from above and shining as bright as the headlamps far below. I don’t meet her gaze.
“No,” she murmurs after a moment. “You’re not. You’re really not.”
I don’t reply.
“Are you going to the funeral?” she asks quietly.
“Maybe.” The words haven’t even registered. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a little voice starts screaming something. I ignore it.
“That’s it?” She’s staring at me even harder now. I avoid looking at her face, but I can imagine the look of shock.
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Written by Lost in a Dream (Liad)
Coloured hanging lanterns against teal firs: Every objects holds a memory.
Image Courtesy of made-in-china.com
The cold wine cleanses–
And I really feel your absence.
Out of the patio door I spy:
Coloured hanging lanterns against
A lavender sky.
I know the door is locked.
I fall ten years back
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Written by Silver
It’s Tamagotchi Time: Playing as God.
Image Courtesy of brenssketchbook.blogspot.co.uk – check him out.
The computer cursor stood blinking at the end of the ‘o’. It repeated its customary welcome on a new line; indented and double-spaced.
I was stunned, but brimming with excitement. Sweat had started to trickle down my neck and made its way to the crack of my backside.
Oh dear. Now it was questioning my existence and if I didn’t respond in the next few minutes, maybe it would lose contact with me completely.
Oh shit, two question marks. I needed to make contact, but I was nervous. Okay, breathe deeply and type.
What if I had responded only for it not to respond back? Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. This was not what I had signed up for. And then,
well, I saw what I needed.
Ah, you are there. How are you, Nick?
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