Okay, so to really get this topic "sailing"(?) I'll post a story based on one that someone posted on the original.
THE SCARF
Tommy had no friends. It was lunch time of his first day of preschool and he was alone in a corner eating a simple turkey sandwich with mayo and cheddar cheese. It was his favorite, the special kind he always asked his mommy to make for him. But still, he was alone and felt a little scared and awkward. Presently, a girl with a red velvet scarf walked up. The way she walked-sort of in a crooked manner, I suppose, but nothing else was really out of the ordinary with her. "Hi, I'm Charlotte. Wanna be friends?" Tommy nodded his head, but didn't answer verbally. He was very shy, a sort of introvert, so he was glad someone asked him, and the task of asking her wasn't presented to him instead. And just like that, a friendship was made. But Tommy noted, through the years, that Charlotte was never seen without that red velvet scarf. After college, Tommy-now known as Thomas-proposed to Charlotte, and they were married sometime in the next few months, I can't be quite sure, as I am passing this story to you, as it was passed to me, as it was passed to whoever passed it to me, and so on, so I can't be quite sure on numbers, I'm sure you understand, but what I do know is that they were married for the better part of 50-no, 60, well whatever it was, they had a happy life together, Charlotte never taking off that red velvet scarf, Tommy-I'm sorry, Thomas-always wondering why, until one day, Charlotte, old and frail, on her deathbed, called Thomas in. "It was fun" she whispered through those wrinkly old lips, (and I apologize for this) she took off that red velvet scarf...
Okay, so to really get this topic "sailing"(?) I'll post a story based on one that someone posted on the original.
THE SCARF
Tommy had no friends. It was lunch time of his first day of preschool and he was alone in a corner eating a simple turkey sandwich with mayo and cheddar cheese. It was his favorite, the special kind he always asked his mommy to make for him. But still, he was alone and felt a little scared and awkward. Presently, a girl with a red velvet scarf walked up. The way she walked-sort of in a crooked manner, I suppose, but nothing else was really out of the ordinary with her. "Hi, I'm Charlotte. Wanna be friends?" Tommy nodded his head, but didn't answer verbally. He was very shy, a sort of introvert, so he was glad someone asked him, and the task of asking her wasn't presented to him instead. And just like that, a friendship was made. But Tommy noted, through the years, that Charlotte was never seen without that red velvet scarf. After college, Tommy-now known as Thomas-proposed to Charlotte, and they were married sometime in the next few months, I can't be quite sure, as I am passing this story to you, as it was passed to me, as it was passed to whoever passed it to me, and so on, so I can't be quite sure on numbers, I'm sure you understand, but what I do know is that they were married for the better part of 50-no, 60, well whatever it was, they had a happy life together, Charlotte never taking off that red velvet scarf, Tommy-I'm sorry, Thomas-always wondering why, until one day, Charlotte, old and frail, on her deathbed, called Thomas in. "It was fun" she whispered through those wrinkly old lips, (and I apologize for this) she took off that red velvet scarf...
Okay, so to really get this topic "sailing"(?) I'll post a story based on one that someone posted on the original.
THE SCARF
Tommy had no friends. It was lunch time of his first day of preschool and he was alone in a corner eating a simple turkey sandwich with mayo and cheddar cheese. It was his favorite, the special kind he always asked his mommy to make for him. But still, he was alone and felt a little scared and awkward. Presently, a girl with a red velvet scarf walked up. The way she walked-sort of in a crooked manner, I suppose, but nothing else was really out of the ordinary with her. "Hi, I'm Charlotte. Wanna be friends?" Tommy nodded his head, but didn't answer verbally. He was very shy, a sort of introvert, so he was glad someone asked him, and the task of asking her wasn't presented to him instead. And just like that, a friendship was made. But Tommy noted, through the years, that Charlotte was never seen without that red velvet scarf. After college, Tommy-now known as Thomas-proposed to Charlotte, and they were married sometime in the next few months, I can't be quite sure, as I am passing this story to you, as it was passed to me, as it was passed to whoever passed it to me, and so on, so I can't be quite sure on numbers, I'm sure you understand, but what I do know is that they were married for the better part of 50-no, 60, well whatever it was, they had a happy life together, Charlotte never taking off that red velvet scarf, Tommy-I'm sorry, Thomas-always wondering why, until one day, Charlotte, old and frail, on her deathbed, called Thomas in. "It was fun" she whispered through those wrinkly old lips, (and I apologize for this) she took off that red velvet scarf...
Once upon a time, a band of young, innocent Trick-or-Treaters set off on their annual quest to collect the most candy from all the neighbors in their suburban world. The night was dark and the air was cold, but their joy in consumer holidays warmed their young souls and they naught but the warmth of companionship and the sugar rush. They went from door to door, gleefully chanting "Trick or Treat!" alongside their peers and young neighbors. Always their reward was sweet: Snickers, Kit-Kat, M&Ms, Skittles, Mars Bars, and more. The adults would compliment their cheap costumes and wish them a "Happy Halloween". Once the candy had dropped into the bags and buckets the children had raced away, paying the kind neighbors no heed once they'd gotten what they came for. All good things, however, come to an end. The little group arrived at a quaint little house where a little old lady known for her kindness and her many cats lived. Knowing the routine, they clomped up the porch and rang the doorbell. When it opened, revealing a kindly, wrinkled face, they chanted once more, "Trick or Treat!" "Oh, don't you all look adorable!" Chuckling, the lady dropped something into their bags and buckets. "Enjoy!" The children ran off and, once reaching the sidewalk, peered into their bags and buckets. Due to the inky shadows they edged toward a streetlamp and gathered beneath it. There one of the boys reached into his bucket to see what he'd gotten. Plastic rustled. He froze. It felt different. Not the shiny, smooth plastic of Kit-Kat or Snickers. Nor M&Ms or Skittles. This was thicker, heavier. He pulled it out. It was heavier than the rest. A dark lump, an intruder among the colorful collection of sweets. His eyes adjusted to the lamplight, and he saw it. Hands shaking, he dropped it. A health bar. In dismay, the other children stared at the dark lumps in their containers. They all had one. They all had been duped, manipulated, used. Lies and deceit... this was only the beginning of their woes and sorrows. Reality is a cruel mistress.
Okay, so to really get this topic "sailing"(?) I'll post a story based on one that someone posted on the original.
THE SCARF
Tommy had no friends. It was lunch time of his first day of preschool and he was alone in a corner eating a simple turkey sandwich with mayo and cheddar cheese. It was his favorite, the special kind he always asked his mommy to make for him. But still, he was alone and felt a little scared and awkward. Presently, a girl with a red velvet scarf walked up. The way she walked-sort of in a crooked manner, I suppose, but nothing else was really out of the ordinary with her. "Hi, I'm Charlotte. Wanna be friends?" Tommy nodded his head, but didn't answer verbally. He was very shy, a sort of introvert, so he was glad someone asked him, and the task of asking her wasn't presented to him instead. And just like that, a friendship was made. But Tommy noted, through the years, that Charlotte was never seen without that red velvet scarf. After college, Tommy-now known as Thomas-proposed to Charlotte, and they were married sometime in the next few months, I can't be quite sure, as I am passing this story to you, as it was passed to me, as it was passed to whoever passed it to me, and so on, so I can't be quite sure on numbers, I'm sure you understand, but what I do know is that they were married for the better part of 50-no, 60, well whatever it was, they had a happy life together, Charlotte never taking off that red velvet scarf, Tommy-I'm sorry, Thomas-always wondering why, until one day, Charlotte, old and frail, on her deathbed, called Thomas in. "It was fun" she whispered through those wrinkly old lips, (and I apologize for this) she took off that red velvet scarf...
Once upon a time, a band of young, innocent Trick-or-Treaters set off on their annual quest to collect the most candy from all the neighbors in their suburban world. The night was dark and the air was cold, but their joy in consumer holidays warmed their young souls and they naught but the warmth of companionship and the sugar rush. They went from door to door, gleefully chanting "Trick or Treat!" alongside their peers and young neighbors. Always their reward was sweet: Snickers, Kit-Kat, M&Ms, Skittles, Mars Bars, and more. The adults would compliment their cheap costumes and wish them a "Happy Halloween". Once the candy had dropped into the bags and buckets the children had raced away, paying the kind neighbors no heed once they'd gotten what they came for. All good things, however, come to an end. The little group arrived at a quaint little house where a little old lady known for her kindness and her many cats lived. Knowing the routine, they clomped up the porch and rang the doorbell. When it opened, revealing a kindly, wrinkled face, they chanted once more, "Trick or Treat!" "Oh, don't you all look adorable!" Chuckling, the lady dropped something into their bags and buckets. "Enjoy!" The children ran off and, once reaching the sidewalk, peered into their bags and buckets. Due to the inky shadows they edged toward a streetlamp and gathered beneath it. There one of the boys reached into his bucket to see what he'd gotten. Plastic rustled. He froze. It felt different. Not the shiny, smooth plastic of Kit-Kat or Snickers. Nor M&Ms or Skittles. This was thicker, heavier. He pulled it out. It was heavier than the rest. A dark lump, an intruder among the colorful collection of sweets. His eyes adjusted to the lamplight, and he saw it. Hands shaking, he dropped it. A health bar. In dismay, the other children stared at the dark lumps in their containers. They all had one. They all had been duped, manipulated, used. Lies and deceit... this was only the beginning of their woes and sorrows. Reality is a cruel mistress.
Once upon a time, a band of young, innocent Trick-or-Treaters set off on their annual quest to collect the most candy from all the neighbors in their suburban world. The night was dark and the air was cold, but their joy in consumer holidays warmed their young souls and they naught but the warmth of companionship and the sugar rush. They went from door to door, gleefully chanting "Trick or Treat!" alongside their peers and young neighbors. Always their reward was sweet: Snickers, Kit-Kat, M&Ms, Skittles, Mars Bars, and more. The adults would compliment their cheap costumes and wish them a "Happy Halloween". Once the candy had dropped into the bags and buckets the children had raced away, paying the kind neighbors no heed once they'd gotten what they came for. All good things, however, come to an end. The little group arrived at a quaint little house where a little old lady known for her kindness and her many cats lived. Knowing the routine, they clomped up the porch and rang the doorbell. When it opened, revealing a kindly, wrinkled face, they chanted once more, "Trick or Treat!" "Oh, don't you all look adorable!" Chuckling, the lady dropped something into their bags and buckets. "Enjoy!" The children ran off and, once reaching the sidewalk, peered into their bags and buckets. Due to the inky shadows they edged toward a streetlamp and gathered beneath it. There one of the boys reached into his bucket to see what he'd gotten. Plastic rustled. He froze. It felt different. Not the shiny, smooth plastic of Kit-Kat or Snickers. Nor M&Ms or Skittles. This was thicker, heavier. He pulled it out. It was heavier than the rest. A dark lump, an intruder among the colorful collection of sweets. His eyes adjusted to the lamplight, and he saw it. Hands shaking, he dropped it. A health bar. In dismay, the other children stared at the dark lumps in their containers. They all had one. They all had been duped, manipulated, used. Lies and deceit... this was only the beginning of their woes and sorrows. Reality is a cruel mistress.
The end.
"Chilling. A real thriller." -auroramay
"Had to take breaks in between writing this, it was so horrifying." -LordTigress
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