INITIAL STORY BY SHELLEY

She was right about the light. It had a interesting smell... she was literally floating around it. I couldn't figure out if the smoke 1was dancing or not. In fact, I even smelt like the stillness of a grotesque distance. Fear, pure evil. 2
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STORY #1 (25 tweets, 4 participants)

She was right about the light. It had a interesting smell... she was literally floating around it. I couldn't figure out if the smoke 1was dancing or not. In fact, I even smelt like the stillness of a grotesque distance. Fear, pure evil. 2 Then I was floating and dancing with her. The fear became dark joy and the smell turned pleasant, the smoke holding me like a lover. 3 The evil, distilled to it's purest essence was lust and fire. I reached out to take her hand and truly learn this dance. 4I started to feel the cold steel of the hand retract in my legs, it was the most prominent thing I had ever felt. The damp 5shadows in the darkness hid behind me. I was frozen as the creature was slowly starting to move further toward me. 6 Soon I was engulfed by the shadows. And the the grim realization of my imminent death came upon me. 7I could feel the darkness beneath me. I could feel myself being torn apart by a form of the darkness. 8 What has happened to my reality? Why is the underlying darkness destroying all that I am? Or was. 9. I imagine it's all in my head. But I am only asking myself what I want to see. My brain refuses to stop. I don't know 10where I am. I will call for help. Maybe it will be the last I will ever see of my family. 11 As I try to call out, my mouth opens, but no sound escapes. Where is my voice? Like some horrible nightmare I cannot awaken from. 12 The smoke burns my throat as the strange light burns my eyes. My voice remains mute though I am not sure if I would cry out in pain, 13 or rapture if I could find it again. I am lost and she is here with me. The steel of her hand, the darkness around us. I feel a burning 14 in the skin over my shoulder-blades. It all become clear as wings of smoke and fire burst forth. I am transformed. 15My skin is covered in black and dark red hand prints and now I am bleeding. It starts to become more and more horrible. I 16notice the blood dripping from my fingers. Faintly I can feel my heart beating as it is the only thing I have left. I have lost a few 17moments to hide my energy. And then I see the fire. 18 I see the fire, and the fire sees me. Within the light,the dark,the smoke, as the world spirals, we can finally face one another.19The pain is broken and we are not alone. We are in this pain. This is where my angel is alive. We are back. We are on 20the floor of the fire. The concrete is now the same. It is there. The fire is my priest and the world is now pure evil. 21 I take to my priest, my fire,my forge.We also take our angel, we shall bring pain. There must be a purge of this evil world.22I am still there and the shadow is looming. The pain is mine, and I am going to die. I am saving the world. I am the 23devil. I am here. 24 Do we die? Devil? Have you yet died? What fears do you have? Death? Like mortals fear? I think not. What does the devil fear? yourturn25

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STORY #2 (25 tweets, 5 participants)

She was right about the light. It had a interesting smell... she was literally floating around it. I couldn't figure out if the smoke 1was dancing or not. In fact, I even smelt like the stillness of a grotesque distance. Fear, pure evil. 2 Then I was floating and dancing with her. The fear became dark joy and the smell turned pleasant, the smoke holding me like a lover. 3 The evil, distilled to it's purest essence was lust and fire. I reached out to take her hand and truly learn this dance. 4I started to feel the cold steel of the hand retract in my legs, it was the most prominent thing I had ever felt. The damp 5shadows in the darkness hid behind me. I was frozen as the creature was slowly starting to move further toward me. 6 Soon I was engulfed by the shadows. And the the grim realization of my imminent death came upon me. 7I could feel the darkness beneath me. I could feel myself being torn apart by a form of the darkness. 8 What has happened to my reality? Why is the underlying darkness destroying all that I am? Or was. 9. I imagine it's all in my head. But I am only asking myself what I want to see. My brain refuses to stop. I don't know 10where I am. I will call for help. Maybe it will be the last I will ever see of my family. 11 As I try to call out, my mouth opens, but no sound escapes. Where is my voice? Like some horrible nightmare I cannot awaken from. 12 The smoke burns my throat as the strange light burns my eyes. My voice remains mute though I am not sure if I would cry out in pain, 13 or rapture if I could find it again. I am lost and she is here with me. The steel of her hand, the darkness around us. I feel a burning 14 in the skin over my shoulder-blades. It all become clear as wings of smoke and fire burst forth. I am transformed. 15My skin is covered in black and dark red hand prints and now I am bleeding. It starts to become more and more horrible. I 16notice the blood dripping from my fingers. Faintly I can feel my heart beating as it is the only thing I have left. I have lost a few 17moments to hide my energy. And then I see the fire. 18 I see the fire, and the fire sees me. Within the light,the dark,the smoke, as the world spirals, we can finally face one another.19The pain is broken and we are not alone. We are in this pain. This is where my angel is alive. We are back. We are on 20the floor of the fire. The concrete is now the same. It is there. The fire is my priest and the world is now pure evil. 21 I take to my priest, my fire,my forge.We also take our angel, we shall bring pain. There must be a purge of this evil world.22I am still there and the shadow is looming. The pain is mine, and I am going to die. I am saving the world. I am the 23devil. I am here. 24 Daddy gonna play “fcuk ya ass, Okay?” Who want to play with me? 25

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STORY #3 (7 tweets, 3 participants)

She was right about the light. It had a interesting smell... she was literally floating around it. I couldn't figure out if the smoke 1was dancing or not. In fact, I even smelt like the stillness of a grotesque distance. Fear, pure evil. 2 Then I was floating and dancing with her. The fear became dark joy and the smell turned pleasant, the smoke holding me like a lover. 3 The evil, distilled to it's purest essence was lust and fire. I reached out to take her hand and truly learn this dance. 4I started to feel the cold steel of the hand retract in my legs, it was the most prominent thing I had ever felt. The damp 5shadows in the darkness hid behind me. I was frozen as the creature was slowly starting to move further toward me. 6 I ate 12 years old of you, want me to throw up or devour you so you two can meet. 7

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