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Actually, It has been confirmed by @Amanuensis that you cant target yourself (on account of Verdant confusion and the wording of Rosite)

It all fell apart. The moment I entered it into the equation, It was destroyed. Shredded. I loved this power, this rush. It made me feel alive. I saw it fall apart, I saw the evidence disappear. It was shredded to pieces. This was the only thing that could bring me joy. This feeling of destruction. Of chaos. It was so, so Bea- "Hey, Mack. Why are you smiling so much?" Mark said. Mack snapped out of it. He was just a boring office worker, who worked at a normal paper company. He was standing there, next to a shredder. He would never be anything more than just a normal Joe. Never. He would never be anything special. "Hey, Mack, snap out of it. Cmon, were going to be late for a meeting." Mark said. A meeting? What meeting? Mack wondered. "You know, the one with the new manager? Cmon, Mack, we gotta go!" Mark exclaimed. Oh yeah, that one. Mack thought. As Mack took one last look at the office before going into the meeting, he saw the shredder was a little bit closer than before. It's probably nothing, right? No it's not, Mack. No it's not.

"YES! FINALLY!" Forare jumped in happiness. "Finally someone remembers me. I have been away for how long? I don't even remember."

Thank you. My best work is the endings, I believe. All of my work is writing in preperation for the ending, which I believe is best if it really hits your emotional core hard. Like, just cutting off after a lot of build up creates an open-ended and satisfying end, Or implying a flatline while the character is lying in a hospital bed.

If you liked those, you should see my Writetober stuff more implied suicide! my first real horror story! ed1t: Day 12: Shredded

Ah. Then do I write dark whimsy?

"Would you happen to know any myths of a man named Forare?" Forare asked.

OMG THE TRAITORS? Have you watched australia season 2? And I'm also in SE, you may know me by the name CD or Sozar

Oooooh

Thank you! well obviously blood of the gods, I spent 4 times longer writing it than the others

I would recommend reading blood of the gods, it is an unchanged compilation of the first 4

Knock-Knock. An unassuming sound. Knock-Knock. Seems so so innocent. Knock-Knock. Why would it go wrong? Knock-Knock. I was far too naive. Knock-Knock. I opened the door. Knock-Knock. And he pulled out a gun. Knock-Knock. I can still hear it now. Knock-Click. The sound of the gun loading. CRASH! The sound of me diving out of the way. Thump-Thump. The sound of his footsteps hitting the floor. BANG! The sound of me throwing the door closed. ThumpThump-ThumpThump. The sound of me running to my car. Click-Click. The sound of me getting in my car. POW! The sound of the man punching through my door. NYEOOOOOOM! The sound of me driving away. Hhhhhhh. The sound of him standing there, staring at me with blank and cold eyes. Knock-Knock. The sound haunting my nightmares for years to come. Ahhhhh. The sound of me laying down on my new bed, peaceful. Ring-Ring. The sound of my doorbell ringing. Thump-Thump. The sound of my walking to the door and nearing it. Knock-Knock.

fine im double posting and necro-ing my writing thread because apparently no one cares about this.

They were known as The Stingers. The Wasps. They were an elite task force that specialized in catching all sorts of criminals. And of course, they always executed it in a Sting. We were the rookies. The Bees. We trained under the guidance of the The Wasps, intending to be their replacement when they retire. However, one day, They vanished. It was during a Sting, one a bit harder than normal. They had never failed before. The higher-ups whispered: "They had never failed a Sting operation before. Never once." "We believed they could do it this time." This time? We weren't sure what they meant. At least, not until we became the Wasps. A new team of Bees was below us, And we trained them for their debut. What we now know is lies were fed to the Bees. Replacements for when they retire. Us, the wasps (even though we never felt like ones), went on Stings of varying intensity. The higher-ups whispered that they wouldn't be able to do this much longer. We trained the Bees. Until one day, The Sting came again. We were well trained, but not as good as the first team. We had trained the Bees as well as we could. The higher-ups believed we were ready, and didn't have enough time anyway. We believed we could do what the last Wasps couldn't. Still, this Sting was known as the Spiderweb. Famous for trapping and killing Wasps. But today was the day. We were going to do it. We were finally going to overcome it. But the moment we walked into that building, ready for the sting, Everything ju-

Not really? no one died, and there was no gore...

That’s so fire

“Ah. Your a wizard?”

CD

Whoops forgot I didn’t do that wait I can’t on phone

Doc

Gasp dragons Cake though….

More like cause it is ‘unrefined’