Whenever you dance, sparks fly around your feet – literally. This is a bit of an annoyance, since the sparks tend to bounce around and set things around you on fire. However, you receive an invitation to a dance in a newly erected wooden hall, which you absolutely cannot refuse.
For almost your entire life, you’ve known that you were being watched. But one day, they decide to speak to you.
1. a fairytale character knocks on the door
2. your lunchbox tries to eat you
3. spends the night in a haunted house
4. lives in a land of predator plants
5. a dry-eraser starts to erase the world
You’re playing what seems like a simple game of hot potato with a small, well-meaning demon. Except the game is suddenly no longer simple, and the demon is suddenly no longer small and well-meaning anymore.
Godzilla turns out to be the real deal, and attacks the town where you live/closest to where you live. What do you do?
“Can’t you see? I’m pathetic. Good for absolutely nothing in this wretched world. But that’s just why I’m the best.”
Listen to this, and write something!
One step, two steps. Then it would be right there, staring at me with those dark, soulless eyes.
I sat in the pouring rain on that bench. The bench on which we met. I still remember that day…