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Challenge #2: Surviving

The two children standing in front of the temple where speechless. The older one, who turned 13 the day before and considered himself the leader of the situation, was insisting with his little brother to get into the temple, while this ones only thought was - I want to go home-.

Even if he too was scared, he took is little brother's hand and took the first step into the temple; the gorgeous woman's words were still banging into his head: "you may never have seen before what's here inside and may never be able to do it again. What bothers you?".

So he started walking faster while his brother tried to resist him, but due to the lack of strengt (not only was he ten years old, but even a weakling), he could nothing against him, so he followed his big brother into the darkness.

While walking, they were both sure, eyes were staring at them, judging them for having entered this dangerous place, but to show himself confident enough he said to his little brother: "Don't worry. It's okay. I know plenty of guys who've done this before. - And by the way. I'm old enough now. In case of danger I'll protect you. Just follow me nearly."- while he felt his tounge getting bigger, his throat dryer, the eyes burning, the legs shaking.

"But this place is just so scary. Mom always told us, not to go into the darkness to survive the outside world. But this place is just SO dark. I can barely see YOU. Let's get home. I didn't like THAT woman. She was SCARY."

-"Boy! If you wanna get 13 as I am, you gotta do this kind of stuff. Otherwise you'll be always a pussy, as they say in town.", but actually he was talking to himself: since they run away from the village, one year ago -but it seemed his little brother didn't actually remembers how long ago it was. He always complainend and talked about his mother as if he saw her just a few days ago- they had to run away each time. Adults, beasts, animals, deceivers, other kids who tryed to steal their food and so go on.

He learnt to surive, to seem older then he really was, to not be scared, to hate.

Hate, he learned, is the strongest weapon. Hating, you win. Hating, you do not have fear. Learning to hate, you learn not beeing hungry.

"I wanna go HOME. I'm HUNGRY. You are a terrible big brother. I -"

"Shut up. We nearly did it. You see the light? There she is."

He didn't actually knew what about the lady made him so curios. The body was kinda fat, but not fat. Roundish. And he wasn't sure if her dress was transparent or not. He just knew, her voice was warm. Seemed soft. Surely she would have helped them to get back to the village. Give them some food. He was tired. He just wanted to bring his little bro to a safe place, where they could lough and smile again.

And at the end of the corridor, in a big, shiny, pink and golden room, there she sat, half naked, sensuous and fleshy, smiling at them.

While the little one, stood behind his big bro, looking at her scared and shy, the older one smiled back, and in no time, just the time to realizze what was happenig, they where both eaten alive, screaming, crying their soul out, choking in their own blood, trying to hold each others hands, but they had already been eaten.

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Never getting back.

Never smiling again.

Never reaching somebodie elses heart again, they endend up beeing forgotten.

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Challenge #1: The knight and the witch

It was hot, freaking hot in the middle of all these dead children.

Her armor, her sword, her cloak were all dirtied because of the children's blood, and her tears, dropping out from her helmet, were filled with anger.

A torch from beneath enlightened the witch, who was looking all around, like nothing happened.

“Oh gosh, what a mess. If I only knew about it, I wouldn’t have dressed up like this. This is a fucking queens dress. Oh yeah, actually it’s YOUR queen dress. What a shame. Do you think, she will mind, that’s all covered in blood ?”

The knights smoke coming out of her helmet was getting darker. She was not only in a deep state of despair, feeling only rage in her blood, but at the limit of such a surreal situation, just pissed of. She held her sword tight, ready to run as fast as she could toward the witch, sticking the blade deep in the middle of her chest, opening her body in two parts.

“Just tell me one thing, Alakahr, before I do stab you. Why? Why the hell did you kill all these kids? How? How can someone do something like this, without any regret?”

The witch snipped the tongue loudly, to show her off his disappointment, to those questions.

“Girl. I just saved the world. Would these kids have grown up, our ancestry would have been able to get back in this world, destroying not only your stupid queen's empire, but they’ve even killed you, you stupid dark knight. I don’t even know why you liked her so much, to give up everything of your previous life to become her dark knight.

But kids dead means empire safe. Whatever you’ll think. Now try to kill me.”

But those last words couldn’t be pronounced. Alkahrs heart was already one thing with Emilias sword. Looking at her, he just smiled, while she realized he neither tried to stop her nor defend himself.

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Exercise #1: cold morning

She was going ahead through the seasons first fog, even if the trees where still dressed up as in summer, missing her feets beeing touched in the morning by fresh air, coming from outside the window, while the city still was waking up slowly.

Now the feets where already hurting, the wished breeze would have been a warmer one, and the eyes did hurt because of the many hours spent in front of the tablet, the day before, working until late.

It was like feet and eyes had barely been sleeping, while the rest of her body tried it out, wandering from one part of the bed to the other.

So she was walking down the street towards her new job, - actually not even a real job, just an experience - thinking about how much time was wasted this summer, and how much of it she was still wasting.

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Exercise about writing ones emotions without saying it clearly.

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Heya! First post.

This blog will be an Experimenting/Exploration space, for the two of us. We are two creative personalities searching various ways of expression. To communicate, and to be free.

One prefers to Write while the other prefers to Draw - but of course also the way around!! There are no limits. We hope to have a lot of fun and grow along this little project of ours!