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Haven't done one in a while, but here's today's

15. Ragged

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Footsteps, each one its own, down the path. The wind howls through the trees, branches bare of leaves. Far off, some unknown beast shrieks its terrible lament. Deep breathing as tears roll down cheeks. Sadness. Unspeakable sorrow, on this cold Autumn night. Up, she looks. No stars speckle the heavens. Just cold, grey clouds. Heartbeats, each one its own, resonating torn and ragged in her chest. Once, she had laughed in this forest. Once, she had danced among the fallen leaves. No longer. Now, only cold. So cold. She felt the cold throughout her entirety, chilling her bones and freezing her blood. Shivering. Footsteps. One after another, continuing. To a place unknown to even her. Sobs echoed through the skeletal branches. All seemed dead, almost. Dead as a man in his grave, arms crossed, sleeping many, many years, until nothing is left but old bones. 

She pulls her meager coat tighter around herself. Too much. The world presses in on her. Footsteps, faster and faster. She begins to run. Her hair whips in her face as everything rushes by her. She weeps harder, and feels as if she is being torn in two. Footsteps, crunching in the leaves. Suddenly, silence. The leaves part like a mouth, the maw of a monster made from dirt. Shocked, she begins to fall. She screams, matching the howl of the distant, unseen beast. Down, into the dark she tumbles. Roots claw at her, tearing her clothes and ripping her skin. She was torn ragged, body and soul. 

Impact. Her breath, lost. Gasps. Her eyes open, and she beholds a place of stone and shadow. Her eyes are drawn to a corner bathed in darkness. Too dark. A shock of fear shoots through her, and she begins to panic. Out of the corner steps a figure, tall and thin. Welcome, lost soul. She is unable to speak; she can only stare wide-eyed at this too-tall creature. I know the sorrow you feel, the glass inside you that rips you apart with every breath. Its voice travels, smooth and flowing, like leaves in a breeze. Come, stay with me, and rest. It opens its arms, and they stretch wide, reaching for her. An unnatural calm washes over her, and her fear fades away. Footsteps, each one its own, as she walks toward this creature, this savior in the darkness. It embraces her, its arms both warm as a fire in the hearth and cold as ice. She closes her eyes. Finally, she is at peace. Deep inside, a small piece of her knows something is wrong. That piece is smothered by those arms, so smothering but comforting. Nothingness. Far above, the hole closes, shutting her in, forever.

 

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The man runs through the dark forest. “Charlotte?” His call echoes through the night. We never should have fought, he thinks. Inside, he kicks himself for the things he said. If she’s hurt, it's all my fault. He sprints down the path and eventually reaches the spot where the ground opened up. A strange, slight fear comes over him, and he stops and looks around warily. A shiver goes up his spine, and he seems to hear the echo of a scream in the night. The feeling passes, and he continues searching, shouting her name into the night. The forest does not answer, returning only silence to his cries.

 

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2 hours ago, mippo said:

Haven't done one in a while, but here's today's

15. Ragged

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Footsteps, each one its own, down the path. The wind howls through the trees, branches bare of leaves. Far off, some unknown beast shrieks its terrible lament. Deep breathing as tears roll down cheeks. Sadness. Unspeakable sorrow, on this cold Autumn night. Up, she looks. No stars speckle the heavens. Just cold, grey clouds. Heartbeats, each one its own, resonating torn and ragged in her chest. Once, she had laughed in this forest. Once, she had danced among the fallen leaves. No longer. Now, only cold. So cold. She felt the cold throughout her entirety, chilling her bones and freezing her blood. Shivering. Footsteps. One after another, continuing. To a place unknown to even her. Sobs echoed through the skeletal branches. All seemed dead, almost. Dead as a man in his grave, arms crossed, sleeping many, many years, until nothing is left but old bones. 

She pulls her meager coat tighter around herself. Too much. The world presses in on her. Footsteps, faster and faster. She begins to run. Her hair whips in her face as everything rushes by her. She weeps harder, and feels as if she is being torn in two. Footsteps, crunching in the leaves. Suddenly, silence. The leaves part like a mouth, the maw of a monster made from dirt. Shocked, she begins to fall. She screams, matching the howl of the distant, unseen beast. Down, into the dark she tumbles. Roots claw at her, tearing her clothes and ripping her skin. She was torn ragged, body and soul. 

Impact. Her breath, lost. Gasps. Her eyes open, and she beholds a place of stone and shadow. Her eyes are drawn to a corner bathed in darkness. Too dark. A shock of fear shoots through her, and she begins to panic. Out of the corner steps a figure, tall and thin. Welcome, lost soul. She is unable to speak; she can only stare wide-eyed at this too-tall creature. I know the sorrow you feel, the glass inside you that rips you apart with every breath. Its voice travels, smooth and flowing, like leaves in a breeze. Come, stay with me, and rest. It opens its arms, and they stretch wide, reaching for her. An unnatural calm washes over her, and her fear fades away. Footsteps, each one its own, as she walks toward this creature, this savior in the darkness. It embraces her, its arms both warm as a fire in the hearth and cold as ice. She closes her eyes. Finally, she is at peace. Deep inside, a small piece of her knows something is wrong. That piece is smothered by those arms, so smothering but comforting. Nothingness. Far above, the hole closes, shutting her in, forever.

 

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The man runs through the dark forest. “Charlotte?” His call echoes through the night. We never should have fought, he thinks. Inside, he kicks himself for the things he said. If she’s hurt, it's all my fault. He sprints down the path and eventually reaches the spot where the ground opened up. A strange, slight fear comes over him, and he stops and looks around warily. A shiver goes up his spine, and he seems to hear the echo of a scream in the night. The feeling passes, and he continues searching, shouting her name into the night. The forest does not answer, returning only silence to his cries.

 

ive been doing them, just not posting them, this whole time

in the middle of ragged and will read urs when i have time

edit: hot dang thats good

Edited October 15, 2025 by CoderDrag0n8

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Day 28: Skeletal

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It was a beautiful Autumn afternoon, and the day before break. Daniel sat in his chair next to the window, staring out at the red trees and falling leaves. He could hear some workers talking and the whirring of a chainsaw. They were clearing out some branches. It was the perfect day, absolutely nothing could ruin it. He was looking forward to the end of the day, when he would go to a coffee shop with some friends. Outside, something caught his attention. He thought he saw a figure standing far off under the trees, tall and thin. It raised its hand and waggled its long, bony fingers at him. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out more. “Now, who can tell me what the quadratic formula is?” Startled back to his classroom, he jumped and quickly shrank down in his chair. The teacher picked someone else in the class. 

Crisis averted, Daniel looked back out the window. The figure was gone. He shrugged, and the bell rang. All the students scrambled to grab their bags, then shoved their way through the door. Daniel was last, looking again out the window before heading toward the door. Before he could get even halfway, his teacher, Mr. Hallbrook, called out to him from the front of the room. “Daniel, could I speak to you for a moment?” Inwardly, he groaned, and he walked over to his teacher’s desk. “I saw you staring out the window earlier,” Mr. Hallbrook began. “I know it’s the last day of school before break, but even so, you need to be more attentive. Your grades have been slipping this past semester, and you should work harder.” Daniel stood there while his teacher spoke, nodding at the right points, but not really listening. He just wanted to leave. Mr. Hallbrook concluded his lecture. “Well, I’ll let you go now,” he said. “I need to get to cleaning this room.” He walked to the cleaning closet in the back, and Daniel finally stepped out of the classroom. 

In the hallway, his classmates had gone silent, and Daniel looked around. The school was strangely empty. He pushed his way past kids standing still and looked through the door of the classroom across the hall. Nobody. His classmates began to talk again, with a sense of weariness among them all. They must have all left early, he thought. He caught up to the others, and they pushed through the glass doors at the front of the school. Once more, they all stopped and stared. In the parking lot, all of the teachers’ cars were still there. A strange feeling washed over Daniel. He looked through the doors, back in the direction of his classroom. Normally, his math teacher played music while cleaning up, but it was silent now. Peering down through the doors and through the now strangely dark hallway, he thought he saw someone disappearing around a corner. Leaving the pack of kids standing there, some going to get bikes, he walked back through the doors and crept carefully down the hallway. He had a sick feeling in his stomach. Something was wrong. Why was it so cold? He began to shiver. Arriving at his math room, he cautiously looked inside. “Mr. Hallbrook?” No response. The room was empty, and he noticed that the window was slightly ajar.

A creaking sound echoed through the empty hall, and Daniel’s head whipped back around, and he looked down the hallway. He thought he could see something disappearing around the corner. His heart thundered in his ears as he slowly walked down the hall, each step seeming to boom like drums in the silent school. He reached the end and peered around the corner. Lockers lined the dark corridor, and at the end, he could just make out a tall, twisted figure standing over a small, white lump. Daniel’s eyes went wide, and his ears popped, as if the pressure in the area had just changed. He scrambled back and tripped, landing with a soft thud that sounded like lightning to his ears. Very slowly, the head of the tall figure turned all the way around. It had no face—just a flat white expanse, like an egg. Just then, Daniel realized what the white lump was. Bones. The head of the figure broke open, and it smiled, a jagged, wrong smile. 

Suddenly, it vanished. Daniel sat there, breathing hard, staring down the hall at the bones. Then, the screams began. From outside, where the rest of his classmates were. He staggered to his feet and dashed back down the hallway and slammed the doors open. It was chaos, people running everywhere, down the path, and on the lawn. He looked around, his head whipping side to side, and saw a too-long arm reach out of the trees and snatch a girl by her neck, then drag her screaming into the forest. Seconds later, the figure stood next to another kid, wrapping its hand around his face, stifling his scream. It turned, curling around the boy. Then it disappeared, leaving only bones. Daniel’s breath came hard and fast, and he was having trouble thinking as he watched his friends die around him. As he stood there panicking, he spotted the construction vehicles of the workers from earlier. He suddenly had an idea. He sprinted over and quickly found what he was looking for, lying neglected in the grass. The chainsaw. He grabbed it and was immensely glad to see it was electric, as he had never used one before. He pulled the trigger, and it revved to life. He turned and began to run back toward the screams, but stopped as the last one was silenced.

Bones. Everywhere. They were the bones of each one of his classmates. Each one, dead. He let out a choked sound, but stopped himself from grieving. He was still in danger. Behind him, he heard a creaking sound. He whirled, chainsaw vibrating in his hands. The figure stood there, reaching for him. With a yell, he brought the saw up and sheared off one of its arms. It let out an unearthly shriek and rushed for him. He stumbled backward and fell to the ground, chainsaw held in front of himself. Whenever it reached for him with its remaining arm, Daniel waved the chainsaw around, and it withdrew. He began to feel relieved, but as he was thinking that he might get away, the creature rushed at him, shrieking. He screamed, and as it arrived, he drove the chainsaw directly through its center. Its shrieking cut off, and it fell to the ground beside him, now unmoving. 

Daniel panted and got to his feet. He tossed the chainsaw away and slumped against the side of the school, exhausted. He closed his eyes, but they shot open right away. 

The thing on the ground was laughing, a high-pitched laugh. It got up, and its arm regrew, longer this time. The hole in its chest sealed. Daniel gasped, breath coming raggedly. It was just playing with me, he thought, full of dread and horror. 

As it stalked toward him, tears of fear began to streak down his face. He screamed then, one last, wrenching scream that tore his throat, as the too-long arms wrapped around his body.

I want y'all to realize that my writing does not at all reflect my personality

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5 hours ago, mippo said:

Day 28: Skeletal

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It was a beautiful Autumn afternoon, and the day before break. Daniel sat in his chair next to the window, staring out at the red trees and falling leaves. He could hear some workers talking and the whirring of a chainsaw. They were clearing out some branches. It was the perfect day, absolutely nothing could ruin it. He was looking forward to the end of the day, when he would go to a coffee shop with some friends. Outside, something caught his attention. He thought he saw a figure standing far off under the trees, tall and thin. It raised its hand and waggled its long, bony fingers at him. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out more. “Now, who can tell me what the quadratic formula is?” Startled back to his classroom, he jumped and quickly shrank down in his chair. The teacher picked someone else in the class. 

Crisis averted, Daniel looked back out the window. The figure was gone. He shrugged, and the bell rang. All the students scrambled to grab their bags, then shoved their way through the door. Daniel was last, looking again out the window before heading toward the door. Before he could get even halfway, his teacher, Mr. Hallbrook, called out to him from the front of the room. “Daniel, could I speak to you for a moment?” Inwardly, he groaned, and he walked over to his teacher’s desk. “I saw you staring out the window earlier,” Mr. Hallbrook began. “I know it’s the last day of school before break, but even so, you need to be more attentive. Your grades have been slipping this past semester, and you should work harder.” Daniel stood there while his teacher spoke, nodding at the right points, but not really listening. He just wanted to leave. Mr. Hallbrook concluded his lecture. “Well, I’ll let you go now,” he said. “I need to get to cleaning this room.” He walked to the cleaning closet in the back, and Daniel finally stepped out of the classroom. 

In the hallway, his classmates had gone silent, and Daniel looked around. The school was strangely empty. He pushed his way past kids standing still and looked through the door of the classroom across the hall. Nobody. His classmates began to talk again, with a sense of weariness among them all. They must have all left early, he thought. He caught up to the others, and they pushed through the glass doors at the front of the school. Once more, they all stopped and stared. In the parking lot, all of the teachers’ cars were still there. A strange feeling washed over Daniel. He looked through the doors, back in the direction of his classroom. Normally, his math teacher played music while cleaning up, but it was silent now. Peering down through the doors and through the now strangely dark hallway, he thought he saw someone disappearing around a corner. Leaving the pack of kids standing there, some going to get bikes, he walked back through the doors and crept carefully down the hallway. He had a sick feeling in his stomach. Something was wrong. Why was it so cold? He began to shiver. Arriving at his math room, he cautiously looked inside. “Mr. Hallbrook?” No response. The room was empty, and he noticed that the window was slightly ajar.

A creaking sound echoed through the empty hall, and Daniel’s head whipped back around, and he looked down the hallway. He thought he could see something disappearing around the corner. His heart thundered in his ears as he slowly walked down the hall, each step seeming to boom like drums in the silent school. He reached the end and peered around the corner. Lockers lined the dark corridor, and at the end, he could just make out a tall, twisted figure standing over a small, white lump. Daniel’s eyes went wide, and his ears popped, as if the pressure in the area had just changed. He scrambled back and tripped, landing with a soft thud that sounded like lightning to his ears. Very slowly, the head of the tall figure turned all the way around. It had no face—just a flat white expanse, like an egg. Just then, Daniel realized what the white lump was. Bones. The head of the figure broke open, and it smiled, a jagged, wrong smile. 

Suddenly, it vanished. Daniel sat there, breathing hard, staring down the hall at the bones. Then, the screams began. From outside, where the rest of his classmates were. He staggered to his feet and dashed back down the hallway and slammed the doors open. It was chaos, people running everywhere, down the path, and on the lawn. He looked around, his head whipping side to side, and saw a too-long arm reach out of the trees and snatch a girl by her neck, then drag her screaming into the forest. Seconds later, the figure stood next to another kid, wrapping its hand around his face, stifling his scream. It turned, curling around the boy. Then it disappeared, leaving only bones. Daniel’s breath came hard and fast, and he was having trouble thinking as he watched his friends die around him. As he stood there panicking, he spotted the construction vehicles of the workers from earlier. He suddenly had an idea. He sprinted over and quickly found what he was looking for, lying neglected in the grass. The chainsaw. He grabbed it and was immensely glad to see it was electric, as he had never used one before. He pulled the trigger, and it revved to life. He turned and began to run back toward the screams, but stopped as the last one was silenced.

Bones. Everywhere. They were the bones of each one of his classmates. Each one, dead. He let out a choked sound, but stopped himself from grieving. He was still in danger. Behind him, he heard a creaking sound. He whirled, chainsaw vibrating in his hands. The figure stood there, reaching for him. With a yell, he brought the saw up and sheared off one of its arms. It let out an unearthly shriek and rushed for him. He stumbled backward and fell to the ground, chainsaw held in front of himself. Whenever it reached for him with its remaining arm, Daniel waved the chainsaw around, and it withdrew. He began to feel relieved, but as he was thinking that he might get away, the creature rushed at him, shrieking. He screamed, and as it arrived, he drove the chainsaw directly through its center. Its shrieking cut off, and it fell to the ground beside him, now unmoving. 

Daniel panted and got to his feet. He tossed the chainsaw away and slumped against the side of the school, exhausted. He closed his eyes, but they shot open right away. 

The thing on the ground was laughing, a high-pitched laugh. It got up, and its arm regrew, longer this time. The hole in its chest sealed. Daniel gasped, breath coming raggedly. It was just playing with me, he thought, full of dread and horror. 

As it stalked toward him, tears of fear began to streak down his face. He screamed then, one last, wrenching scream that tore his throat, as the too-long arms wrapped around his body.

I want y'all to realize that my writing does not at all reflect my personality

After this, I heard something next to me.

I took out my pocket knife and stabbed the wall.

It was just a creak.

(coder translation: dat was scawy man)

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15 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

After this, I heard something next to me.

I took out my pocket knife and stabbed the wall.

It was just a creak.

(coder translation: dat was scawy man)

Thanks bro

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9 hours ago, mippo said:

Thanks bro

AHH WHAT IS THAT

*punches*

oh that was mippo

*looks at incapacitated body*

whoops

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14 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

AHH WHAT IS THAT

*punches*

oh that was mippo

*looks at incapacitated body*

whoops

Joke's on you, I don't have a body so HAH

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7 hours ago, mippo said:

Joke's on you, I don't have a body so HAH

ooh ok

*falls over and dies*