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shortstories

gotta give away 2319 $Degen in 4 hours

will give it to someone who writes a short story in /shortstories 

will suss out obvious ChatGPT prompts

odds are you get it if you write something good

In a forgotten era where dinosaurs still thundered across the plains and cavemen cast stories onto stone, there existed an enigmatic structure: a colossal stone arch that towered above the treetops, reminiscent of a primeval Arc de Triomphe. No one knew who built it or why it stood alone against the sky.

One moonlit night, a caveman named Grim stumbled upon the arch during a hunt. As he approached, a shimmering light emanated from its center. Out stepped a furry purple cat, elegantly adorned with a gentleman's top hat centered atop his head.  He kind of looked mad, but also, friendly.  Maybe he was just fiercely ready for something.

"Greetings, traveler," the cat purred, his eyes glinting with wisdom beyond ages.

Grim blinked in astonishment. "Cat... talk?" he managed to grunt.

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Loose panel near the corner post. Lean your weight against it and it pops right up. Nettles type angry red words across your shins Muddy as you go under. Rip skin on rusty nail. Full rack of boosters.  Fuck the non-believers. Rich family just walked away one day. But you don't believe in ghosts. Too late to be doubting. Too young to be on your own. Smell the tenner. Won't even warm your pocket. Spent like what you're supposed to find inside. Fuck Jamal. Better not be wrong. Hole in wall like a bomb blast. A mouth sucking the life out of you. Inside. Crawl torch across wall. Cut black and wait for demons to bleed out. Crunch of glass underfoot. Bones. Broken dreams. Smell of death. FUCK!

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I wrote this back in 2012



I knew this girl a long time ago. Lovely, young, pretty, fun. She seems on the outside to have it all and have it all together. She lived a life of spontaneous fun while still holding it all together.
She lived for the sake of living because she knew that nothing was ever a guarantee. She had already seen that proven many times over. She was tough as nails, played hard, loved deeply, trusted because she felt trustworthy. She only wanted those same things out of the world that she put in.
 
In her youth and trustworthy nature she believed that the people around her and wanting to be around her were the same as her. She was always an open book,always had the best intentions with her actions.............

"dad, please don't hit me again"

the words burnt on the background of his mind. the sadness made him feel miserable. he was feeling dead from the inside out. how could you end up doing something that made her say those words? what kind of monster are you?

all of that happening on the background of his head. and he didn´t know how to deal with that voice. the one of blame. the one that tortured him.

you are the worst that ever.

that music running on the background of the mind. throughout the whole day. i hate myself. i don't want to see myself in the mirror. i just want to escape. i just want to be free.

he didn't know what to do

so he just started feeling. feeling it all.

feeling how it burnt.

feeling how that fire transformed into tears.

seeing the tears come from the deepest part of his body.

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