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PROMPT: January 23rd Finish this story: A girl, sitting alone on a rock at the edge of the woods, jumps when she hears… This is a great prompt. I hope I'm up to the task... A girl, sitting alone on a rock at the edge of the woods, jumps when she hears the maniacal, chittering laugh of Chauncy Cutthroat, a nasty, ill-tempered, cheating wood elf. He has beady little eyes, black as black comes. His wiry, dirty hair sticks up in spiky patches around his head. The most amazing thing about his hair is that when the wind blows you can actually hear it crunch. Pieces tend to break off so it's all different lengths. His chin is covered in the same spiky hair, except it doesn't break off. Instead it collects the remnants of whatever gruesome road kill he's been eating. He's fond of slurping when he eats and purposely lets the nastier bits fall from his mouth, and into the wiry hairs of his beard. And the skin on his face? Well, I wouldn't really call it skin. Rather, it's papery and brown and creased all around. Because the creases are so deep they have a tendency to collect...well...everything. From dust to dirt to grime to...you name it. If it's out there it's probably in the creases of Chauncy's papery face. And don't even mention his teeth! Most are broken, with sharp edges like little knives. Some are missing, leaving ghoulish holes and a demonic little smirk. Some are even green. Now there's some bad teeth! Chauncy knows he's ugly. Both inside and out. And he plays to that ugliness to frighten and terrorize every creature in his path. He is truly an awful little brute. But Chauncy, for all of his ugliness, has one terrible flaw. At least he feels it's a terrible flaw. And to his chagrin, it's something he cannot control. And it's so horrible he spends his days spitting and hissing and pulling his crunchy hair, crying out, "WHY? WHY? WHY?" It's truly a horrible sight. And painful. Chauncy actually cries out in the most agonizing pain. He fears he will never be free of this terrible curse. And the curse? Well, it's...LOVE. Chauncy is in love with the girl who sits on the rock at the edge of the woods. For him it's truly horrible. He wants only to pet her long luxurious locks of silky brown hair. He wants to touch her creamy face and gaze longingly into her chocolate brown eyes. The sweet notes of her song make him swoon and he wants only to lie across her lap as she sings the songs of love. He wants to feel his lips, what lips he has, against hers. He wants to breathe in her perfume and lose himself in romance. But he can't...because he's Chauncy. And Chauncy is ugly and smelly and frightening to behold. He's even scarier to hear. Angry and frustrated and pulling out his hair, Chauncy screams the high pitch of a painful soul. The sound pierces and stabs and sends creatures running. And the girl? She runs too. She jumps from the rock and dashes into the woods. She's quiet and swift. She leaves the scent of fear behind. And she also leaves...Chauncy. Leaves him to pull his hair and scream again another day. |
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