#exist-coll

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                                                           ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ #6

                                                  ᴅ ᴇ ʟ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ʏ !

                                Bᴜᴛ.. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ                                  Wʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ?  Wʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ?  

                                                         Oʜ.

                           Tʜɪs ɪs ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ.                                    “Ah, sir.. I.. can’t, this can’t be for me.”                                                            “It’s your name on the label.  Have fun!”

                          Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏᴡɴ                                       ＨＵＭＡＮＯＩＤ ＰＥＲＳＯＣＯＭ.

                     Is ɪᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴ?  A ᴛᴏʏ?                             Wɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ, ᴏʀ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ?                                                 Wʜᴀᴛ ɪғ… sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs?

‹ ♕ —; The demoness has just returned from her own personal spot located at the top of one of the highest buildings nearby, she usually spends her time there to get out of her apartment’s lonely atmosphere, perhaps it’s not the atmosphere itself but it’s her that’s in a bad need of a friend, her only friends nowadays are a cup of coffee and good book. She successfully teleported to her apartment, ❛ Wow, i didn’t end up in a dark alley? ❜ she said, a little surprised. 

She shrugged and gave herself a mental pat on the back for being able to use her powers better, it’s teleporting that always got her in trouble. She sat down between her two fully-grown tigers and smiled lightly feeling the warmth emitting from their large body, she lied her petite deeper into the couch and watched whatever was on Television, it was some mystery movie, probably old due to the bad filming quality. The female almost instantly stood up as she heard a knock from the door, she proceeded to the door and fixed her appearance at the mirror beside the door before cautiously opening the door, it could be anyone. 

❛ Hello? ❜ She looked at the delivery man with a puzzled look, she haven’t ordered anything lately. She opened the door wider to see a tall box standing besides him, ❛ Woah— What’s that ❜ she looked at the box with an ever more bewildered look, ❛ I’m sorry but i haven’t ordered anything ❜ she said with an apologetic smile and just when she about to close the door, he handed her a paper with her name on it, all the information on it is accurate. ❛ Oh... i’ll take it then ❜ she gave up and signed the paper before pulling the heavy box inside, lying it on the living room’s floor as she gazed down on it. ❛ Now what may you be? ❜ she asked the inanimate object and pushed it to her bedroom, ❛ What the fuck— It’s so heavy ❜ she groaned loudly as she pushed it with all her might and lied it on her comfy bed. 

Her small hands worked quickly on ripping the box, her curiosity increasing the more she expose the mysterious delivery. Once she was done, she was astonished at the sight; Have someone sent a dead body to her? no, that’s not the case. Lily being a killer, knew how dead bodies were and this one is more alive. It’s a beautiful tall naked male figure that captivate the demoness’s attention. She moved the paper covering him but stopped at a certain private place, ❛ Ew— No! ❜ She yelled and closed her eyes at the sight, covering it again with the paper. She moved it out of the box and lied it down, covering a certain part of his body with a towel, ❛ It’s so...real ❜ she lied down on her stomach, looking closely at his face as she felt it, it’s not human but it’s similar to it. Things like this made her fascinated, she’s always a curious little beast and she couldn’t help but keep touching the figure, looking for a power button or whatever it is to wake it up. 

She gave up and lied half of her body on him, patiently waiting for it to wake up, ❛ Come on! ❜ she whined and kept patting it’s cheek. ❛ He’s so beautiful ❜ she pouted and looked closely at it, playing with it’s hair before giving it a soft kiss on the lips; it’s cold body started to heat up, heart starting to beat and it’s eyes slowly opened. Lily gasped and smiled widely, ❛ You’re awake ❜ she sat up and clapped in excitement. The figure sat up and rubbed it’s sleepy eyes, scanning his surroundings with a confused expression, ❛ I’m not in the factory anymore, where am i? ❜.

 ❛ My apartment, you’ve been given to me about an hour ago ❜ She said and brushed back her lengthy red strands, she’s happy she has a fired to be by her side all the time not to forget that she’s happy to have a figure with such beauty. 

❛ You’re my mistress then! ❜ it exclaimed, pulling the petite one into a tight embrace causing Lily’s cheeks to shift into a bright pink color at the contact, as if being naked wasn’t enough but she can feel her breast pressing into him. ❛ H-Hold up, just put some clothes on first ❜ She muttered and slowly pushed him. ❛ Are you going to be my friend and take care of me? ❜ The figure asked with a smile, joy in his eyes.

 ❛ Of course, Friend ❜  

She said with her most brightest smile; It’s a wonderful incident and maybe she won’t have to suffer with her loneliness again with her robotic friend beside her.

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Welcome to Exist! There’s nothing we hope more than for you to have fun with us and get a good curve on your writing abilities. Never hesitate to ask us any confusion you may have, we’re all here for the same thing: writing, growing with our muse in the fullest extent possible. Don’t forget to link us on your blog, or use the icon (instructions for that are on the Protocol page). Enjoy yourself as much as you can, thank you for applying and taking the time to do so. Happy writing!

       this is a wonderful  welcome and it’s well appreciated!        also, i’m sure i’ll be enjoying it here and am excited in       improving my writing, especially since it’s one of my       stress relievers! in hopes i get to understand my muse       and help her develop and flourish as i hoped; it’s all       been done and followed! i’m sure i’ll enjoy myself and       thank you guys. 

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seeds of uncertainty: [o5] monster

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EXIST PROMPT #2: ONE SHOT

                                                               ᴏ ɴ ᴇ s ʜ ᴏ ᴛ

                                        The click of the pistol’s hammer wakes you.                                         A velvety voice lilts out of your vision, 

                                “Give me a good one liner and I just may let you live.”

                                        You can see two of your friends hiding                                         outside the door, signaling to you that they                                         are working on saving you.

                                                            What do you tell the nice lady?

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The ringing in her ears nearly drowned out the woman’s words. It took Vartouhi a moment of blinking blearily to comprehend what was said, eyes adjusting to the bright lighting of the room. She wasn’t familiar with Earth weapons, but she knew whatever noise stirred her to consciousness, it must have been the readying of some way to murder her. Her eyes widened as she quickly realized the cause of the pounding in her head; she was hanging upside-down from the ceiling. Thick ropes wound tightly around her body, layered over and over, to encase her in almost a rope cocoon, with only her neck and head unbound. When the princess pressed her arms and legs against the ropes to break free, it didn’t budge, her Balahyan strength useless when the ropes burned so painfully against her skin that she couldn’t bear to try anymore.

The woman barked out a laugh that bounced off the walls of the room, ringing painfully and drawing a grimace from Vartouhi. "Only wisely-chosen words will save you. I’m sure with all the blood rushing to your head, it’s hard enough for you to think as it is, isn’t it? Save your strength for thinking over what you will say."

Vartouhi stared at the open doorway, trying to will the intense pounding in her head to stop. It was then that she noticed the tip of a finger peeking out from behind the doorframe. As the woman walked around her in a tight enough circle that the princess couldn’t catch sight of her face, two faces popped out from behind the doorframe, mouthing things like "Hold on," and "We’ll get you out of here."

Her face burned with the blood in her cheeks and she felt lightheaded, stomach giving a nervous little flip as they disappeared behind the doorframe just in time. She didn’t want them to try to save her. Surely this woman would just kill them, as well. Or worse—what if this woman made Vartouhi watch as she hurt them?

Vartouhi sucked in a tense breath as she receded into her mind. The sound of ceramic and skull cracking in unison. Solid thuds, over and over, as wheezes of pain turn into keening cries and then into gurgles as blood comes up and spills red over tan skin. A menacing voice commanding her to watch. Pain in her knuckles as she gripped the sides of a chair tightly. All of these fragments of memories rushed back to her at the thought and she shivered in her bindings, eyes flickering into a glowing white without her even noticing.

"I have no plea of mercy to give you, as I barely have the words to will myself to keep living, and perhaps under different circumstances I would ask that you put me out of my misery, but unfortunately those circumstances are not met, and I refuse to become or be given more material for nightmares."

And just like that, the glow of her eyes brightened until it blinded her. She heard the gun go off but never felt the bite of a bullet. Instead she felt her hair whipping about her face and the bindings stretch on her form. She heard the woman screech and then a solid thud, followed by another, and then one coupled with a squishing and dull cracking, then another with louder cracking and a wet sound. Vartouhi could feel her cocoon swinging in a circle, until finally the rope suspending her snapped, and all of the ropes unwound from her in moments.

The light in her eyes finally began to dim. She watched as the ropes came into focus, writhing in the air around her levitating form. Once she touched down, she let the ropes drop, and when they were no longer blocking her vision, her hands flew to her mouth to hold in a cry of surprise, eyes widening.

The room was splattered with blood on the walls, ceiling, and floor. She began to shake as her eyes took in every stain, and she turned slowly, flinching at the sight of a mangled body in the corner of the room—distinctly feminine. Vartouhi quickly turned away from it, feeling sick to her stomach. 

"…Touhi—"

He spoke her name with such disbelief. As she turned to look at her friends, she found them both in stances of apprehension, their eyes looking at her with fear.

The world around her crumbled away, the pieces sliding forward around her feet to reassemble as a mirror where the doorway once stood.

She watched in horror as the mirror came together piece-by-piece, revealing the malicious, lopsided smirk and leering green eyes of her fiancé, opening his mouth the same time she opened hers, hands clenching into fists in unison with hers, a cackle leaving his throat as a scream ripped from hers.

In the darkness of the empty apartment, Vartouhi shot up and to the side so swiftly that she tossed herself out of the bed she’d snuck into for the night. As the pain of colliding with the floor roused her into a more alert state, she realized it was all a terrible nightmare, but her eyes watered and face crumpled into anguish anyway, curling in on herself to take in a deep breath and begin sobbing.

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ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1,320

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪᴄᴇ ʟᴀᴅʏ?

      The dull buzz of cars raiding down the streets outside could be heard through cracked windows and clutched doors, a gentle hymn of another peaceful day lulling D'zyátian down into the throws of his dreams like a child without means, his mind sinking away into the comfort of the silence, waiting again for another reset.  Another chance to change and another collection of memories forgotten in the dusk of the distance for what seemed like forever.  The resets never came quietly though, thin pricks of pain went through the tendrils of his mind and each and every corner of his brain had been properly rewired for the next day ahead, sleep never came easy either.

                                    In those minutes of life, nothing ever came easy.

It was hard knowing that your life was going to be different every time you woke up.

It was hard knowing that you might see the same people day by day and forget every single one of them.

                                    It was hard knowing people couldn't stand you.

                                                                                                           It was hard.

      The shift between souls carried through his body, changing scenes, changing memories and thoughts, ideas mixed into a jumble of what used to be in order to create another world worth living inside the contours of his head before the sound of a soft, sweet voice could be heard in the main corridor of his house.

Gentle.

“Wake up.”  The voice resounded as smooth as silk, the low hum and vibration of her vocal cords being used could be heard through her lips pressing together between words.  The sound of heels digging into the floors begun to stir him from his sleep.  "It's time to wake up." She repeated softly, her breath calculated between every step of her glittering red stilettos touching the floor.

          CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK.

      "Give me a good one liner and I just may let you live." The voice called out strictly, firm and vicious compared to her previously graceful words.  As she approached the bed her heels slammed down into the wooden floor clattering loudly in the silence.

      Just as the clock struck midnight, the cool metal barrel of a magnum pressed down against his flesh, sinking deep into the skin as the chilled material sent a shudder down his spine, the mix of words drew him back to reality, blanked minded in between resets.

      The cold metal forced him from his slumber, his body writhing against the feeling before he begun to drag himself back to.  His breath was light against his lips, his eyelids barely managing to function, slowly prying open until the gloss in his paled eyes begun to die out.

      He blinked in rapid succession, making out the scene unfolding before his eyes in the soft darkness of the night.  He found himself staring into the eyes of a young lady, not much older than him, if that.

      D'zyátian paused for several moments, letting the second hand of the clock tick by between the thick silence of the two.  He felt his heart bang inside of his chest, his blood pumping through his veins at record speed before finally registering mentally that the chilled item against his head was that of a gun, powered by spite or anger, powered by anything, he wasn't too sure.

          TICK, TOCK TICK, TOCK.

"I don't know." He immediately spoke up, his lips drawing together in calculated imitation of the other, before he laid limp down against the bed, his arms frozen at his sides.

"If I didn't spend a day, lost in these dreams, what more would a bullet to the head do- if not for favour?" D'zyátian felt his throat numbing as he spoke, his hands shaking in fear at his sides as though maybe it wouldn't hurt and maybe, he wasn't afraid of dying.

                                         Maybe.

      She stared at him with dark maroon looking eyes, her expression blank and empty, just as his had once been.  He knew that look and he remembered just barely what it felt like.

      D'zyátian reached his left hand forward, his fingertips brushing across her smooth pale skin, the edge of his mouth curling into a soft, understanding smile.

"It's okay." He spoke up, his voice low as he whispered, the sound of his hushed voice echoing through the room.  "You can take what you need." He added quickly, his eyes turning away for a moment before nodding his head firmly.

The light swish of a shadow in the hallway brought his attention away from the deafening situation, his throat dried out as he spotted the sight of two figures hushed in the distance.  In that moment he had no idea what was happening, his eyes making contact with the others.

             Who were all these people inside of his house?

                                             What in the world was going on?

                                                               He didn't have friends.

"It's okay.  It will be alright." He coaxed her in the silence, the dim street light illuminated her face in the dark.  "I understand."

"Shut up!" She screeched, her free hand immediately coming in contact with his cheek, a loud sound cutting through the room as he felt the imprint of her hand begin to numb across his face.  A rush of adrenalin coursed between the both of them despite the crucial situation they found themselves in.

"Ouch." D'zyátian mumbled, his expression filled with shock as though he had been shot, his pupils widdening as he stared at her.  "It's okay."

      The girl lost herself in an instant, her limbs flailing as she pulled away from him, shouting as tears filled her eyes, the liquid trailing down her cheeks in a bundle.  

      He watched her wordlessly, his eyes softening as she panicked, his hand still against her skin as he hummed in the midst of her fits.  He felt his breath short out as he continued with his tune, the low baritone in his voice soothing the vicious silence between them.

"It'll be alright." He added, feeling awfully pathetic in those minutes counted down by his repetitive words.

          BANG.

      The sound crackled through the air like a bolt of lightning, the dull ring of white noise took over his system as he felt the light pain of his skin piercing.  His hand fell to his side, fingertips limp over the edge of the bed as he lay stunned, a loud cry spilled out of his lips, his body tense as he felt the blood well up against his pants, his sheets immediately soaking in the collection of blood pooling there.

      The crimson liquid wasted no time in seeping through the blankets in a mess of mixed emotions between the both of them lingering in the room, stunned.

The girl froze, her entire body locked in a trance as she stared in horror.

"Oh- no." She sputtered, the magnum sliding down out of her grip, clattering down against the floor.  "Oh- no." She repeated, her body slumping down against the bed before she fumbled for his thigh, her thin fingertips pressing down against the wound as if to spot the blood flow, her nails were painted a masked purple as they struggled to put pressure onto the wound.

"Call the police!" She shouted, her voice hoarse as she moved to kick the gun under the bed.  Her eyes were filled with panic as she moved to tie the ticket of the blanket around his leg.

      D'zyátian felt his mind shorting out, his breath weighted with the pain shooting down his legs, his brain struggling to keep in motion.  He felt dizzy, watching the girl in a fitted panic as she continued to try to assist him.

"It's alright." He whispered, reaching his hand out to her, barely making contact with her skin before slowly slipping out of consciousness, the pain was too much for him in those seconds.

                                     He would have liked to ask her name.  

[reminiscis]

Welcome to Exist! There’s nothing we hope more than for you to have fun with us and get a good curve on your writing abilities. Never hesitate to ask us any confusion you may have, we’re all here for the same thing: writing, growing with our muse in the fullest extent possible. Don’t forget to link us on your blog, or use the icon (instructions for that are on the Protocol page). Enjoy yourself as much as you can, thank you for applying and taking the time to do so. Happy writing!

[ Thank you very much for the warm welcoming. I look forward to writing with everyone possible in EXIST and developing my muse as it goes. I’ve been wanting to join this directory for a while now and I’m glad I was finally able to do it. I hope we can all have fun together in here. Once again, thank you very much! ]

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