Story Game

(Yep)

I am here frens

Hello fren

Night! Why do people actually sleep

I sleep bc if I don't I get even more depressed, and often times try to kill people

Is that why I constantly want to murder people?

It's plausible

Ashes
Sydney stared out at the destruction that surrounded her.
How could they do this again?
Ashes swirled all around her in the wind, masking the once-green hill with black soot. People were coming out of their bomb shelters, helping each other and staring at what their once-great country had been reduced to.

Ashes
Tyler banged his hand against the glass cell. "Uncle! We had a deal! My capture in exchange for the safety of the country!"
"Deals can be broken child." The man in black snarled.
Sydney… Tyler slid down against the glass in defeat, staring at the ash in his hand. I'm sorry..

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhPNuBi8pJM I was listening to this while writing that……..

That was mind capturing

Iz dat a compliment or…..

That was an adventure of emotions

Iz dat a compliment or…..

Yes it was lol

Whos gonna do the next prompt?

^u^ Thanks!
It's not a direct paragraph from my story, but it is along the lines.
I've been working really hard on improving my writing and mysteriousness in my writing
So your compliments mean more than you know.

:D

Alright, that's okay

@FireSky you can join this, sorry I didn't see you there

……

They asked to join in a bit ago

Nah I'm not talking about that.
I'm just wondering why there's no prompt up.

Oh, bye Autumn!

Autumn was going to do the prompt but she had to leave

Who wants to do le prompt?

I miss her. More than anything. I can't live without her. So I must bring myself to endure. Endure the pain. The suffering. The agony of losing her. I never saw what color her hair was. I would never find out if her eyes were brilliant green, like mine, or not. I did know her name, though. It whispers to me as I stand in the clearing of the Ancient Woods. Birds tittle in the trees, filling the grove with a cheerful song. I clutch the jar close to my chest and know already that its imprint will cling to me forever. It's made of glass because I insisted. I knew that it was silly, and I shouldn't have, but I desperately wanted something more for the life of this child that she'd never get to have. She would never get a life to call her own. I was so close - so close - to being a sister. I open the lid and smell the tangy scent of metal that is stained into my palms. I walk up to the One Tree. It is among the gnarled, spiny roots of the old Tree where I find the perfect spot. She'd like it here; hearing birds chirp and squirrels play and water trick from the EverBrooke. I stand with my back digging into the tree bark, and I let the jar's contents spill. My little sister's ashes tumble and sweep away in the wind until only a small handful remains in the jar. I dump the last pile into the roots of the tree. "Glen, sing her name in peace, that she will be safe here, loved here, remembered here," I offer to the highest branches in the Forest. The name drifts down and into my ears, filling the Hollow with the sweet sound.

"Emma… Emma… Emma…"

Her spirit sings.

I can write another one.

Here's my Scattered Ashes response!

Cam you made me cry……that's such a tragic but sweet story…..