Original Author : Unknown (Anonymous) [Written In Chinese]
Translator : Not the same anonymous
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Dear visitors , we are happy to welcome you to the BIGGEST zoo in the state . Here , we have almost every animal species in our park. It is our job to ensure the comfort of the animals , while also ensuring that every dear visitor will enjoy their journey with us . During your time in the park , for the safety of you and your families and friends , we kindly ask you to follow the rules we provided . Otherwise , please bear the sole consequences for your action.
Disclaimer : I do not own the writing , nor do I originally created the textThe one typing now only done the translation work (From Chinese to English)Due to some word are unable to translate directly with its original meaning (Language differences) , in order to maintain the flow of the text , some adaptations of wording are done , thus the sentence meaning may vary .
Refer to the original text if translation error do occur , thus please feel free to spot out the error for correction
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In a dream world crime would be inexistant… right? A young woman who struggles to differentiate between “right” and “wrong” leaves that choice to fate. For is there really such a thing as “the right choice”?
This is the way it has been for my people, for as long as anyone could remember. Each new life brought with it the threat that the creature posed. Each new life could be snatched away from us too early, too harshly, and far too cruelly,
I plan on releasing the full story at the end of this month. This is only the first few chapters and the prologue. I do plan on making images for every chapter which might delay it a bit.
Three girls were shopping at a normal mall,or was it?,when suddenly things take a dark turn.
Benjamin, a brilliant mind stuck in a mindless school, gets offered the opportunity of his dreams. A chance to study abroad in the new world. However, when he arrives in the growing town of Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, he soon learns of a dark secret lurking in the mountains. A secret he will go to any length to uncover.
In the corner of a room, the gentle breath of a child rests in slumber. A small thin body dressed in white clothing, her darkly tanned legs dangling over the warm wooden planked floor. Her arms form a makeshift pillow, while dainty hands caress her black pixie cut hair; with rays bouncing off fading to silver streaks.
Her eyes begin to widen upon being awakened by the clear voice of a man. Before quickly shifting into firm footing, standing lean as a wall. Her eyes the only thing remaining low to the ground.
Her ears twitch by the raising of tone-- "Recite the purpose!" the clear voiced man says. Rummaging an intake of air, the young girl obeys and in the tiniest of childlike voices,
"365 days is what it takes for the earth to go round the fiery planet we call, sun. 365 days is what makes up the small sum of time we call, year. 365 days is when everything everyone dreams of, happens to one or another, in one of those 365 days. One year, 12 months; break it down, 8760 hours, 525,600 minutes, 31,536,000 seconds. Remember this, because this is what we call-- life. And without this, everything will cease to be, those who breathe this life will cease to be, and those who've never breathed this-- never were. Because life is ever-changing, it is preceding the moment of stillness. And once that step forward is halted, this is the moment that every human being is aware of-- when life stops; death. Remember this also, because this is the reason for your entirety. One day the 365 days will come to a halt, the day when change is suddenly nevermore, that moment when the world will reap all that it has sowed; and they will know his name, through your own-- never forget this."
And at a halt it was made, through the astonishment in the faces of little children clothed in white; scurrying back into orderly position at the rippling of shadows coming from the walking of the smirking man. Who then resumes class at the clack of his wooden stick.
Tightening her neck as to refrain from sighing in relief-- she dangles her legs once again. Getting lost in the interest of her eyes... that look back at her from her reflection, that portrays itself onto the rounded window.
Then just as quickly as her short attention span, the years slip by.
Lights turn on inside a room, empty as a mans stare who just lost all feeling in his heart. An alarm pierces through awakened ears, as the sun rising high as ever reveals itself through the vast array of rounded windows, one set between each door; each unlocking the bedroom of a child with nothing to hide.
And with the jiggling of door knobs, hastily positioned white booted feet, thump onto the floor. Children ranging from the ages 14 to 17 imitate the stance of a marine, waiting for their commander to say, "At ease." As silence reigns, in the stillness of the air where a pen drop sounds like an explosion with its echo.
While usually enveloping its admirer in all its glorious warmth, the sun appears dim and gray once it reaches the inside of this sorely decorated hallway. Suddenly, breaking the still pattern of this atmosphere-- is a bean pole of a man.
Setting one foot heavily in front of the other, creaking the metal floor, he strikes every child paralyzed; as he swiftly but intensely examines them, as every glance feels like a stare down.
Till he comes to a halt. His eyebrows furrowing towards one another, the air quivers as stares roam around in search for answers. But time being no more lenient for this man than it is for any other-- he carries on. Reaching the head of the hallway, looking down to the other end.
And in this moment, no movement besides the blinking of eyes can be seen nor heard. That is until the stoic man breaks the seal placed on his tightly locked pretty lips; unmasking a voice that puts a bears roar to shame. Spouting the words--
"God has opened his eyes once again. Till he closes them, what do we say?" And in a roaring well-orchestrated symphony, the children reply altogether, "At your heed!"———————————————————End of Prologue365 days———————————————————Author | a.t.e———————written | 1/20/2022
Hey! It's me again :))
Here's another story of mine that I started working on in the beginning of this year. This one, like my first story-- Memories Dreamnt, is also inspired off of a strange dream I had.
Growing up I always had a lot of strange dreams. And more often than not, most of these dreams are more fittingly to be called nightmares. I can't remember the last time I've had a "normal" dream, everyone I can ever recall has always been like some sort of terrifying horror movie; filled with monsters, gruesome killings, demon like beings-- I won't go into it... you get the gist right?? heheh.
Anyways, why am I telling you about my silly nightmares? WELL! bEcause Jimmy, I'm sure you're witty enough to realize why. But since I'm already taking the time and care to write this, I'll just blurt it out for ya.
Yes yes... My name is #2006 is inspired by a nightmare that I had longggg not too longgg ago. So, that being said, I'll also tell you what happened in that dream.
POV of your authors mind
There was these children, sitting somewhere extremely foggy. Wearing the same thing as the other beside them, and standing there like they were statues. If I'm being honest, I can't remember much of it anymore-- but what I remember the most, is that strange... eerie, almost... I want to say drenched in a type of horrid suspense, just waiting... waiting for something to happen in that stale world. These kids, I do remember, were being controlled by someone. This person kept them somewhere that seemed so heavenly on the outside, yet on the inside of yourself-- you felt so dreadfully the opposite.
Not really a POV eh?? Well, can't say I didn't try. I think the worst part about a nightmare is not what you see, but what you feel. It's absolutely wretched.
That being said, you can probably grasp that I have some pretty bad dreams. Looll *cough*
Dang this is getting too long-- turning more so into a rant than a quick description huh? I'll end it here then :)) I hope that I am able to convey the feelings of my nightmares into this story so that whoever is reading may feel just as horrified as me. *wink*
(I'm just kidding guys. It will only be scary sometimes, not all the time :)
Andre and his Friend Devyn, travel to Dreamscapes Woods ,with a group,, to look and film for a missing pair of kids. When they get to the last site they were spotted in they fall into their worst nightmares. Can they stay safe and reunite before they meet their doom? or will they be trapped in the dream realm forever?
Camp Crystal Lake is cursed.
When Steve Christy hires several campers, they're stalked by a killer bent on revenge.
"People don't vanish!" she shouted
"I am not sick! I know what I saw! Believe me or not!"
No one would believe her but she was determined. Not to prove her point but to find her best friend who had vanished away.
What happens when a young girl, Carol Terrin, finds herself struck in a storm of accusations, betrayals, lies and a whole lot of mysteries?
"Shell". It was more than a word, it was a promise.
The first letter of each of their names, childhood friends that swore they would be together through thick and thin.
But now, the links are fraying. One by one, Laura's friends are vanishing, spirited away into the night. Now, down to just her and one friend, they decide to search for their missing companions, late at night, when the grown-ups are fast asleep.
"Shell". It was a promise. And promises are eternal.