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It's been a
It's been a while.
Do you want to play a game?
submitted by Silent Shadow Walker
(September 17, 2020 - 6:40 pm)
(September 17, 2020 - 6:40 pm)
It's been a while.
Do you want to play a game?
Wolf!
(September 24, 2020 - 8:19 pm)
I'm going to go with eagle...
<3 Fidelity
(September 24, 2020 - 9:08 pm)
Oh phew, I thought I missed the last round!
Umm.... choose wisely.... I'm going to go with horse.
(September 25, 2020 - 9:23 am)
If it's not too late for me to join, I pick hedgehog. If it is too late, I understand.
(September 25, 2020 - 9:59 am)
Interesting.
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Without explanation, everyone who chose "Horse" disappeared. Vanished. No theatrics, no screaming. Just silent inexistance. The last thing everybody saw of them were their eyes - grey as stone.
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:)
The games are becoming deeper. This is your last round to survive. Write a sentence, about anything. Something you find beautiful. Good luck.
(September 26, 2020 - 1:32 pm)
I find birdwatching beautiful. Every bird is unique :)
(September 26, 2020 - 3:52 pm)
Aww Man! I shouldn't have chosen horse... oh well. C'est la vie.
(September 26, 2020 - 4:41 pm)
Trees are beautiful, with their sturdy bark dotted with lichen, and maybe a carved initial from some kids, and leaves reaching overhead, dotted with beams of sunlight.
I'm a tree-hugger ok.
(September 26, 2020 - 5:49 pm)
An empty notebook is beautiful, with creamy, white pages, pure and untouched, full of possibility.
(September 26, 2020 - 7:12 pm)
Sorry, I missed the last round! I hope I'm still in.
(September 26, 2020 - 8:15 pm)
Oh, sorry, my sentence seems to have disappeared.
I love when it rains, hard, like the kind people record to help you fall asleep, and I'm cozy inside in a nice warm sweatshirt with a hot mug of tea. Ahhh...
(September 27, 2020 - 4:23 pm)
It started to rain, and like a flame she disappeared.
<3 Fidelity
(September 27, 2020 - 12:18 am)
Full moon in winter, when there's an untouched blanket of snow on the ground, and the moonshine makes it silvery and bright as day.
(September 27, 2020 - 8:50 am)
The lake's surface ripples under the wind's lazy fingers, a deep blue echo of the sky above.
Most poetic sentence I could write off the top of my head.
(September 27, 2020 - 8:04 pm)
The ocean as it reflects the rosy sunrise, light sparkling off the water and the waves forming a constant melody.
(September 27, 2020 - 11:52 am)