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blackoutcouple
We are two beings referred to as Null and Void, who are figments of the world's collective imagination, somewhere in middle school.
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Love and Death, Part 1
Most poems are either about love, or about death. For this challenge write a poem or short story about one of the following, A) Love, but it is very sad. It cannot be about heartbreak. B) Death, but it is very happy. It cannot mention heaven in any way. It can mention Hell though.
blackoutcouple

I Am Here to Save You

Hello, there child...

\/\/|-;() /-\/~ɛ -/()|_]?

Oh? I go by many names. However, you may know me as Death.

O|ɛ/-\-|-|-;

Don't be scared my child, nothing can hurt you now...

o|() -/()|_] |0/~()|nn|}ɛ

I promise. Now why don't you follow me...

()|<..

See there is nothing to fear here...

|-|-} }() |0/~ɛ-|--|--/

Yes it is quite pretty...

|o|_]-|- \/\/|-;ɛ/~ɛ /-\/~ɛ \/\/ɛ?

This is your new home...

/~ɛ/-\|_|_-/?

I wouldn't lie to you. Now go on my child your family is waiting for you...

O}()()o||o-/ɛ |nn/~ o|ɛ/-\-|-|-;!

Goodbye..

Challenge
The Art of Ending
Great is the Art of Beginning, but Greater is the Art of Ending. Write the ending paragraph or line to an exciting novel or book.
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Water was the only thing around her. The woman smiled out to the world that had condemned her to death, whispering one last phrase, a curse.

Bubbles escaped her mouth with a little contented sigh, and the world erupted in flames.

Challenge
What do I see?
When you look out your window what do you see? Describe the scene in either prose or poem genre.
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My Soul and I

Dong…

Dong…

There I sat, feet dangling, looking out at the city I once knew

A soulless collection of people who only saw you as an obstacle

It stared back at me as if it had never seen me

As if our memories together had been stolen and buried thousands of feet underground

I looked out at the tall buildings reaching, grasping, for the sky

As if trying to find someone’s hand to pull them out of the water they were drowning in

I glanced up at the smooth black starless sky, looking for that hand

Instead, I saw a void that was lonely without its small bright friends

Then I heard something, a small cry that the lights below would soon cover and hide you to

I looked back down at the streets to see if others heard the cry.

I only saw the black pavement shielded by what looked like moving colors

The honks and sounds of the moving vehicles seemed like a small whisper from up here

I looked at the sidewalk next, and it too was scattered with moving colors

That’s all people were from up here

Small moving colors on a dirty white strip of canvas

Each seemed so useless, but when put together, made much more

Like a drop of water in a murky endless lake

To my right sat someone, or rather something, a creature with a humanoid form

Nearly nine feet tall unless you counted its horns, which made it closer to ten

It wore a glitching, shattered mask that hid whatever lay beneath it from the rest of the world

Its long tail curled around me, pulling me closer for comfort

I sat there for what seemed like seconds before the clock struck the next hour

Dong…

Dong…

Dong…

And I jumped

Challenge
Hook me!
Write a first line or paragraph of a novel that will grip the reader and make them want to keep reading.
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Dragon’s Duel

Sword clashed with scale. Fire blew through skin.

But still, death would not claim me.

Challenge
Dark and Stormy Bromides
It's said to be the most cliched of beginnings to a story. But can you write a truly interesting story beginning with the words: It was a dark and stormy night...?
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Death in the Air

It was a dark and stormy night.

The thunder overhead rumbled ominously, rain pattering against cracked cobblestone paths. A lonely traveler found himself in an old village, desolate wooden buildings creaking precariously in the wind. Perhaps, the man thought, he could seek refuge from the storm here.

He climbed the nearest house's stairs, the planks beneath him groaning their dissent. Ignoring it, the traveler pulled at the door, wincing at the rasping noise.

Inside, the house was battered and worn, yet cosy. Putting down his meager belongings, the man checked around the abandoned building.

Minutes later, he was fleeing the village in terror.