Writer’s Block?

“He was odd. That stone faced assassin with the perfect record. There was no job he wouldn’t take, but he killed with mercy, always. And he cried, every time.”

Also, I joined a writing Discord challenge!

Here it is!

**Flip A Coin:**

> Heads: your word is *flower*

> Tails: your word is *drip*

**Roll A Die**

> 1 - red

> 2 - orange

> 3 - yellow

> 4 - blue

> 5 - green

> 6 - purple

**Number from 1-100**

> Using the generator (https://www.random.org/), grab the book closest to you and flip to that page! Then, use a single line from anywhere on the page.

Here are my choices!

“Is it because fire is prettier at night?”

-Fahrenheit 451; pg. 36 (Ray Bradbury)

Drip

Blue

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The assassin always kept his head down after every kill. It would happen at night. He’d kill someone swiftly in their sleep and then start a fire to burn the evidence.

He never seemed to wear a smile.

Tears would stream down his face. You can’t discuss Death with this man without having to deal with his cries.

He received his cases at night and carried it out the night after, so he wouldn’t deal with the constant thought of the kill.

The blue of the ocean calmed him down, always helping dismiss his thoughts.

He always prayed at the shore. No one knows why, but I like to think that it’s because of the souls he’s taken.

I know this man is the assassin, and yet, the police can’t find evidence to prove he is the assassin.

Despite the overflowing sorrow, this man still works.

If every drop of the blood of his victims haunts him so much, if the sound of crackling flames and crimson life terrifies him so much, why is he still an assassin?

Still, the tears of an assassin are so rare...

Seeing this man cry tells me he is a good man, despite his crimes.

What an odd assassin...

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Word count: 204 words

“Some tend to avoid the dark due to fear of course. There may be Death lurking in the black. But sometimes the dark is far more gorgeous than the light. Sometimes the shadows are silent, while the life within it glows. The dark can reveal things so beautiful it is hard to believe such exists. Nocturnal beauty is around us, yet we do not care to look.”

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“The dark is filled with monsters and demons.”

“You shouldn’t play at night. It’s dangerous.”

“What’s the point in going outside at night? You won’t be able to see pretty flowers.”

I have always been told these things. Time and time again.

No one ever told me what the night really was like, and this might just be the best and worst place to discover it.

Lost. In a forest. With no tracks to follow home.

The wind whistled among the trees sending chills down my spine.

Crickets singing their midnight tune. You could hear animals running about.

What animals were they?

Are they running away from something or searching for food?

What is their goal?

There were so many questions roaming my head as I wandered aimlessly in the dark labyrinth.

For a moment that felt like forever, I started to believe that what I was being told was true, as frightening creatures zoomed past me.

Anything I could see at day was covered in shadows.

Then, I saw a group of lights. They were fluttering about, which brought the decision that can get me even more lost... or not.

Following the lights gave me the conclusion that these were indeed fireflies. The little beetles looked gorgeous at night.

Colorful moths, big and small, surrounded my kerosene lamp as the golden flame glowed brightly.

I mistook the moths for butterflies for a second. This will definitely show how much of an idiot I am.

Then I noticed it. Bioluminescent plants. Whether it’d be moss (I soon learned it was called Dragon’s Gold or something) or multiple kinds of fungi (like Night-light Mushrooms or Humongous Honey Mushrooms), it was there and it was glowing.

This whole combination was hard to believe. It almost felt like an illusion of sorts.

I looked up at the full moon and her dark blanket of a million stars.

“My sister had a frightening scar, deep, curved around her entire left shoulder. ‘Don’t you remember?’ She said when I asked about it, ‘You bit me.’”

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My sister.

The person I had lived with for practically my entire life.

I bit her?

That can’t be. I don’t remember a single thing about it.

Maybe I was three or four years old. That would explain my lack of memory of the subject.

But that’s impossible. My jaw at that time couldn’t have big enough to fit her entire shoulder in my mouth.

Not to mention it was really deep. Like REALLY deep. If you looked closely enough, you can catch a glimpse of part of her collarbone and probably her humerus as well.

Well, on a side note, I wasn’t recommended to learn about the human anatomy in its entirety, I was TEMPTED to do it. I don’t know why, but that’s nothing to be concerned about, right?

Actually...

Yeah.

Taking this scar into account...

The identity of the person that tempted me is something to really worry about.

Then my sis snapped me out of my thoughts, “But don’t mind it. Everyone knows that God isn’t really on your side.”

We are really religious. I was told to wear a rosary 24/7 for some reason.

But ‘God isn’t on my side’? What the hell does that mean?

Wait...

Ummm...

Should I tell her?

No, she’ll tell on me.

This stuff... why is it so hard to talk about?

I can’t tell her because...

I can’t.

.....

And I will happily take EVERYTHING away from you.

“The un-people visit our village after every raid. They are terrifying to look at, but they heal the sick and injured.”

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They are so creepy.

God, they all look like pitch black anthropomorphic spiders.

Just...

They are all so tall and thin.

These creatures are pitch black, the only thing visible are their eyes.

Their eyes aren’t normal. They are white.

Pure white.

No iris, nor pupil. They just glow white.

Whenever a child is born, they look as if they’ve increased in number.

They’ve been there since I was born. Or probably before then.

...

It’s hard to see.

I can’t breathe, but I can move just fine.

I can think, and feel, and hear, but I can’t taste.

It’s like I have no organs.

I remember hearing something about these creatures.

From an old woman.

“When a citizen of this village dies, they become one of them. Depending on who they are, they can be kind, or violent.”

It has been... how long? Three years?

Perhaps that’s it.

It has been three years since I died.

Even though they don’t know me anymore, I help a lot. I heal many people after chaos erupts.

I am one of them.

I will always be one of these creatures ‘til the day they don’t need us.

We are lost souls taken form. Once our job is done, we can enter the afterlife.

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There was something among the history of the Kirijo group (of which they couldn’t find) that Public Safety thought might confirm why these things are happening.

Yes.

They assumed the Investigation Team and the Shadow Operatives were involved in the experiment that ended the lives of many, as well as almost ending the world.

They were byproducts of the trial.

They’ve been keeping a close eye on the Investigation Team (with the first to find out to be Naoto and Rise) and the Shadow Operatives (Aigis noticed first).

Naoto’s finding ways to stop this nonsense (because it’s creepy), but it’s hard. Rather, it can get hard.

The Shadow Ops are in too, but considering that their leader is a Kirijo, Public Safety is not letting them out of their sight.

Odd behavior.

Suspicious.

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Continuation of the Inaba Rumors!

There seemed to be rumors floating around town.

Well, Junes owns more rumors related to a recent thing that happened.

The Amagi Inn only holds one well known one and a less known one aside from the ghost of Mayumi Yamano.

Tatsumi Textiles owns some.

In a nutshell, there are rumors everywhere about these events.

Starting with Junes, the most well known rumor is that of the power outages and the generator issue. Others involve Yosuke and Teddie. From Yosuke not attending the electronics depart much to Teddie’s neglection of being in the sun in Summer.

This turns the attention to them, much to Yosuke’s displeasure. He’s already used as the complaints department, now THIS? And Teddie sometimes can’t get close to summer beauties in Junes either which makes him sad at times.

People also notice that their beloved mascot does not show up on rainy days, even if it’s just a drizzle.

The Amagi Inn is more well known for its LACK of power outages. And, to a lesser extent, the open air bath being colder than it usually is. To an even lesser extent, cold or lukewarm food (it’s good food so why complain).

A not-very-known rumor is that Tatsumi Textiles has a tendency of blowing fuses. However, the greater of the Tatsumi rumors is Kanji himself. He seems to be much stronger and more durable than before, yet ABSOLUTELY HATES windy days.

The Tofu shop where Rise works at is surprisingly prospering at a very good rate. Any customers come, buy, and leave without complaints.

The police department (better said the Detective Prince) has its rumors as well. It’s said that Naoto can investigate a burning building without getting hurt at all.

A broad rumor is that there are aliens roaming among them, or a select number of people have secret abilities that come from genetic mutations. But then again, these are the people who thought the fog was poisonous (it kinda is).

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AU Stories!

Lisia...

She has almost the exact same personality as Rise does.

People have to do something about it.