Anonymous Thu 01 Aug 2024 12:13:56 No.67892612 Report

Quoted By: >>67892638

>>67892578
Ok let's roll with the idea a little, writing with the feather of your lover can make strange things happen? Can make your stories start to bleed into the world around you? Which is a shame, since he likes horror.

Anonymous Thu 01 Aug 2024 12:16:21 No.67892638 Report

Quoted By: >>67892704 >>67892726 >>67892734

>>67892612

>keeps writing horror stories
>the world around him gets more gruesome and bloody
>people die
>write even more horror stories because of the horrible state of mind
>it only takes his loved one to actually step in and encourage him to write happier stories
>after a long struggle of trying to stay positive in a world of horror everything finally starts to heal

Anonymous Thu 01 Aug 2024 12:23:34 No.67892734 Report

Quoted By: >>67892771 >>67892786

>>67892638
Lame. Let's go Lovecraft instead.
>As a lark (You) take a discarded quill you randomly happened to find from a ptero classmate and mix some of your blood into some ink you bought
>(You)r stories start out boring and nothing more than idle horror-adjacent writing.
>Right up until (You) have an extremely vivid nightmare. A best of your own making staring (You) down.
>Thankfully you wake but it leaves a mark and you make an effort to put the fear into (You)r work, delving deeper.
>It becomes cyclical. Each night (You)r nightmares come stronger then (You) manifest those stronger and stronger emotions into deeper and truer writing.
>Until it comes to a head when (You)'re discovered. (You)r classmate finds out what you've been doing as they have been having these nightmares as well.
>However (You) can't stop anymore. The demons in (You)r head need letting out. (You) fight back, finding an unnatural strength inside.
>In the scuffle (You) strike Fang down, mortally wounding her as she vainly tries to retrieve her broken feather; To end the nightmares.
>Inspiration floods and (You) forgo the mix. Using her blood (You) scribe a story of horrors beyond imagination. (You) watch as it slowly dribbles onto the floor from whence you wrote it, the pooling blood gurgling and boiling.
>Before (You)r very eyes it rises. The beast haunting (You). As (You) gaze into it's many eyes it grins wide and speaks to (You). Asking for what it's been called to reality for.
>Swallowing hard (You) command it.
>"You're the herald of your kin. Show me their shape, how to call them."
>And it laughs.