strangersprings

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𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙋𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙖 𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩 Twenty-Three Years of Age Perfectionist, Maker, Loyal

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♪ Oh, I'm never gonna be the same again Now I've seen the way it's got to end Sweet dream, sweet dream Strange magic... ♪

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(♪) Vibes, Vibes, Vibes

Desiree Craft could hardly believe her eyes. How could it be that she had transported to this strange new place? Or had she?

No. The place was the same but...it had changed. It was as if she had merely passed through the invisible veil that separated where she had been to where she now found herself.

And again a singular sound caught her attention, but instead of the sharp shrill ringing, soft ripples of a once familiar melody cascaded all around her.

It gently beckoned her until she found herself at the edge of a spring. She waded in without hesitation, yearning to face the source of such sweet music.

And as she paddled in farther, she surrendered to what felt like an out-of-body experience...allowing the memories of her short life - the joys, the heartaches, past regrets, and still-present desires - to ebb and flow before her.

It was like coming home, and Desiree finally understood.

She was dying, and she was all right with that.

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(♪) After what felt like an eternal passage of time, Desiree roused to an intense pounding in her head and an equally agonizing ringing in her ears.

Her immediate instinct to stand proved futile, and the sheer totality of the recent impact pulsated throughout her crumpled body.

Unable to move on two legs just yet, Desiree examined herself gingerly, preparing for the absolute worst. But it was the strangest thing.

Apart from a light albeit still-flowing nosebleed, Desiree Paloma Craft was inexplicably fine. No broken bones. No open wounds. Just fine.

She should be dead. She knew that much.

But not another thought was to be wasted on that bizarre detail, for the incessant ringing in her ears grew louder by the minute.

Her second attempt fared better, and like a babe learning to walk, Desiree soon managed to find her footing.

And now only one thing demanded her attention - the damned ringing that continued to crescendo and underscore this spectacular moment frozen in time and space...

...and she began to wonder if she was, in actuality, not just fine.

"Make...it...stop," she muttered between ragged breaths, as she slammed her hands over her ears in a vain attempt to muffle the singular sound.

And then all of a sudden - silence.

Eyes still closed, Desiree took a deep breath-

-and when she finally opened her eyes and exhaled, all she could do was gasp.

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Stranger Springs: Winter, December 1974

The beginning of my story starts at the end. My name is Desiree Craft, And this is the story of how I died.

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➛ Stranger Springs

Once upon a time, I attempted to write a gameplay-centric story called Stranger Springs that was set in the '70s but nothing came of it. I held onto this URL, knowing I'd want to revisit the story one day. I'm now building on and expanding that original story idea and giving it another go! Synopsis: An offbeat story about an ordinary group of occult sims who just happen to have extraordinary powers and abilities (The story will be gameplay-driven to an extent!). Though they wrestle with their own inner demons, they soon band together in the occult haven that is Stranger Springs. Their mostly peaceful co-existence is eventually threatened when a much-feared Big Bad sets foot in the small, strange town.

Genre: Dark Comedy, Magical Realism, Romance | 18+ only please! Reader discretion is advised. Content/Trigger Warnings: Death, Depression, Smoking, Alcohol Consumption, Blood, Violence, Cursing, Magic, Occult Sims (including but not limited to Vampires, Werewolves, Spellcasters), Sexuality (this list to be updated as story progresses!)

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