her hair the blackest ink
her eyes the brownest bark
her mind the darkest night
her life the hellest hell

    The sun blazed on this cool October day, turning the what would normally feel like 30 degrees into what felt like 50. The leaves and dead grass crunched underneath Sarah's feet, filling the silence. The air smelled of acrid smoke. Smoke from the city that just burned. She walked across the park, lawn shrugging off the her scarf and contemplating all that had just happed. As if summoned by her thoughts Therin called out.
    "Sarah where are you...

        
author's note: hello! i got bored as shit and now i started this i guess!
this is meant to be some sort of prologue to deltarune, n it's mostly gonna focus on the card kingdom and their residents and how things became like they are now!
also the way i write the king of spades is different than he is ingame, whether it be before the events of the game or the prologue. i don't condone or accept how...

The Main Street of Alisa’s high school was big. It looked even bigger empty, as it was now. Alisa was the only one beside a security guard, walking toward the auditorium, where the cast of the fall musical was rehearsing. They were performing “The Sound of Music”. She was a journalist for the school newspaper, coming to interview the cast. Upon entering the auditorium, she saw the head nun and Maria onstage. Alisa’s good friend Katie played the nun, and...

1. Victory never tasted sweeter 
2. Tears slipped down my face, as I finished the letter, perhaps there was a reason after all 
3. The world had burned, I was the cause, nothing would ever be the same, but no one would forget my name
4. Even after all this time it still stings, but life will go on
5. New sprouts emerged on his grave showing how the world didn't care, and neither should I 

Some remember the story of Lithuise, the old widow, 
Who wrung out the galaxies at night and spun stars in the day. 
She wore only a tattered robe, and she scattered planets when she walked. 

She lived in isolation until a child was drifted to her by the little bits of creation around her, 
And she eventually went back to live with the gods and their children, 
Though she always spun and scattered her stars.

Beulah was her child's name,...

As a general rule of thumb, Eyana Quavere was punctual. She had routines and habits, all of which rotated on a safe schedule that started in the morning with her checking the streets and ended in the night with her making sure the guns were locked, loaded, and ready for emergency use. Just in case.

 

Okay. Wow! I have 80 followers! So first of all, thank you. Second how the heck did this even happen!? Okay now important stuff. Every day for the next 80 days I will try to complete a writing prompt that you guys suggest. so like... requests i guess. Yeah. the pieces will all be tagged #80prompts. feel free to do them too. Comment what I should start with!

Wombat Out!

    The doctor began to ask my questions about my mechanical arm, like 'Who made it?' 'Did it work well?' 'What happened to my arm?'. I was as evasive as posable. He was really annoying. A few minuets after he left my step-mom came. Boy, was she a piece of work.
    "Honey, sweat, are you okay? You could have been killed!" she started to tear up. Talk about tears on command! 
"What were you doing way...

I could never get enough of this...
this 2 am heaven.

Up in the clouds staring down at the town that is the opposite of the city that traps me.
I need this view forever...
I need to stare at this perfectly imperfect soul cuddled up in a blanket, laying on a hopeless girl's lap.
Sleeping soundlessly, unaware of the puppy eyes staring at him. Eyes so full of love, desire, and shame.

Shame for loving this.
Shame for drowning...

    The sun blazed on this cool October day, turning the what would normally feel like 30 degrees into what felt like 50. The leaves and dead grass crunched underneath Sarah's feet, filling the silence. The air smelled of acrid smoke. Smoke from the city that just burned. She walked across the park, lawn shrugging off the her scarf and contemplating all that had just happed. As if summoned by her thoughts Therin called out.
    "Sarah where are you...

        
author's note: hello! i got bored as shit and now i started this i guess!
this is meant to be some sort of prologue to deltarune, n it's mostly gonna focus on the card kingdom and their residents and how things became like they are now!
also the way i write the king of spades is different than he is ingame, whether it be before the events of the game or the prologue. i don't condone or accept how...

The Main Street of Alisa’s high school was big. It looked even bigger empty, as it was now. Alisa was the only one beside a security guard, walking toward the auditorium, where the cast of the fall musical was rehearsing. They were performing “The Sound of Music”. She was a journalist for the school newspaper, coming to interview the cast. Upon entering the auditorium, she saw the head nun and Maria onstage. Alisa’s good friend Katie played the nun, and...

1. Victory never tasted sweeter 
2. Tears slipped down my face, as I finished the letter, perhaps there was a reason after all 
3. The world had burned, I was the cause, nothing would ever be the same, but no one would forget my name
4. Even after all this time it still stings, but life will go on
5. New sprouts emerged on his grave showing how the world didn't care, and neither should I 

Some remember the story of Lithuise, the old widow, 
Who wrung out the galaxies at night and spun stars in the day. 
She wore only a tattered robe, and she scattered planets when she walked. 

She lived in isolation until a child was drifted to her by the little bits of creation around her, 
And she eventually went back to live with the gods and their children, 
Though she always spun and scattered her stars.

Beulah was her child's name,...

As a general rule of thumb, Eyana Quavere was punctual. She had routines and habits, all of which rotated on a safe schedule that started in the morning with her checking the streets and ended in the night with her making sure the guns were locked, loaded, and ready for emergency use. Just in case.

 

    The doctor began to ask my questions about my mechanical arm, like 'Who made it?' 'Did it work well?' 'What happened to my arm?'. I was as evasive as posable. He was really annoying. A few minuets after he left my step-mom came. Boy, was she a piece of work.
    "Honey, sweat, are you okay? You could have been killed!" she started to tear up. Talk about tears on command! 
"What were you doing way...

I could never get enough of this...
this 2 am heaven.

Up in the clouds staring down at the town that is the opposite of the city that traps me.
I need this view forever...
I need to stare at this perfectly imperfect soul cuddled up in a blanket, laying on a hopeless girl's lap.
Sleeping soundlessly, unaware of the puppy eyes staring at him. Eyes so full of love, desire, and shame.

Shame for loving this.
Shame for drowning...

    I shuddered and hugged my knees tighter, attempting to stay warm, and attempting to meet your gaze through the jail bars, but you found something very interesting on the wall beside my head.
    "You promise you'll tell someone?" I rasped. "You'll get the story out?"
    Your response was hesitant. "Yeah ... sure ..."
    An awkward silence ensued that made me wish I could do something to make you believe me. But what could I...

    
    And, for a while, everything was fine. Pique even ended up having a son--he proudly spoke of the prince, claiming he'd be a great king someday. The kingdom was thriving.
    That is, until the Queen disappeared.