/lit/ - Literature

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Clarissa look across the room. There, wedged in the corner between the couch and the wall, was the ball she bought for the dog. Meandering over to the corner, she picked it up. Attempting to find something in its texture that would distinguish it from a regular tennis ball, for she had bought it under the marker of a dog's play-ball, she found nothing. She threw the ball into another room...The dog did not chase, even the energy to simply pick its head up wasn't there. Plopping down on belly next to Kerry, Clarissa scratched his chin.

What you shared is a skeleton. You must then decorate your skeleton with flesh.
The biology of that flesh must be mapped by you.

>We're going near a tunnel. Bearded One can just manage to make an emergency stop before we bang into a stone edge of the tunnel entrance.

>Bearded One: "GET OUT, GET OUT!"

>We storm out of the car and enter the tunnel, where we are hopefully safe from the psionic. Suddenly at the end of the tunnel I see a figure of light energy moving at demonic speed, cramping and jerky, giving off an uninterrupted shrill, disturbing scream of static. When you are close to it, you feel electrically charged and hear radio static sounds.

>Gas mask guy: "Don't touch him! He makes you delude yourself that you're the star of Hollywood!"

>I do not listen to the warnings of the gas mask guy and take the hand of the creature, I consider myself spiritually strong enough not to fall for the illusions of the light creature - I am mistaken.

>I : "WOOOOOOO ! I am the star of Hollywood !"


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Hope you liked my shitty dream.