Jenny151618
Posted 10/07/16
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Nothing is so frightening as what’s behind the closed door. The audience holds its breath along with the protagonist as she/he (more often she) approaches that door. The protagonist throws it open, and there is a ten-foot-tall bug. The audience screams, but this particular scream has an oddly relieved sound to it. ‘A bug ten feet tall is pretty horrible’, the audience thinks, ‘but I can deal with a ten-foot-tall bug. I was afraid it might be a hundred feet tall Stephen King This is by Bruce I walked down this long path that cut through dense wood. Trees toward over me and blocked the setting sun from view. It was getting darker by the second. I answered an ad for a cleaning job and the address was just down that road. It was already giving my shivers, and it wasn’t from the cold wind blowing either. I knocked on the door and took a look at my surroundings. The house was in need of a repair and could use a good coat of paint. The stairs creaked as you walked them. Soon the door opened, and a voice called me inside. “Do not ever go into my bedroom.” He told me with a pointed stare. I agreed and we decided I was to stay and cook and clean for him. I would have the weekends off to leave as I please. It sounded like a good job to me. One night, as I was getting ready for bed, I thought I heard the sound of something sawing. The next day I asked him about it and he said, “Do not pay any attention to noises you hear. The house is old, you know.” I nodded and accepted the answer. About a month after he started to leave me alone, and about 5 months after I started working, I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I waited until I knew he wasn’t coming back for anything before I went to the bedroom. The door was unlocked. I looked around, even though I knew no one was there, and opened the door. The room was perfect! Nothing was out of place and I didn’t even see a speck of dust anywhere. I sighed. This was a waste of time. Why would he tell me not to come into a perfectly normal room? I was about to leave when I looked at the closet door. I noticed something dark red spilling out from under the door. What could he possibly have in there? I opened the door and a scream stuck in my throat. A body! Well, body pieces. It didn’t smell, the back of my mind noticed, but my stomach still clenched. There were arms and legs piled up at the back and a torso hanging from the ceiling. The head was on a shelf pointed toward the door. It had long red hair flowing down around the head and off the edge of the shelf. The eyes were glued opened and lifeless green eyes stared at me. The mouth was turned up into a smile. I felt my food trying to come up. I had to get out of here! I stumbled backward and slammed the closet door shut. How long was he doing this? Was he planning to hurt me later? I had to leave! I had to get some sort of the authority! I left the bedroom and shut the door behind me like I could close the evil within. As I turned to leave, I noticed the front door was already open. I heard soft footsteps coming from the kitchen behind me. I tensed and refused to turn around.
Posted 10/17/16, edited 10/24/16
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I hope its ok if I decided to do a more campfire-style story! My Entry!
Posted 10/21/16, edited 10/21/16
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My October entry featuring my Blue Morpho butterfly Ninn <3 https://www.mycenacave.com/profile/pet/7162 “A ghost story, eh?” Ninn looked around at the group of young Ineki, Kelph and Drasilis peering up at her on the doorstep. “Are you sure?” The kids bumped one another, the older ones eager for the thrill, the smaller ones looking around at the older ones for reasurance as they nodded along. “Yes please!” said the oldest girl, glitter fell from her pink tiara in enthusiasm. “Alright” Ninn settled on her top step. “It was a long time ago, in those woods right over there.” She pointed to the trees at the edge of the lane. “I’d just purchased my goodies from Darcy at the Bakery and was coming home through the lane from Town. The trees and forest don’t look so tame as they are now.” The three youngest Ineki drew their breath in sharply and drew closer to one another. The older Kelph, Dras and Ineki began to still. The girl with the pink tiara began to fidget nervously with her tutu. Ninn continued, “We had things that ran freely in the woods back then. And even the trees were fiercer.” “HA! How lame!!” blurted one Drasilis boy with a big grin. “A tree that…” then he faltered at the withering look from Ninn. He stood with his mouth hung open. “Yes, actually the trees themselves were fiercer. There were many an Ineki that showed up missing bits of fur, or a Kelph or Drasilis that had notches taken from their ears.” Ninn continued. The littlest ones blanched. “But it wasn’t just the trees that were the problem. As I said, we had things that roamed too.” “As I went down the pathway, I dodged the trees with their snatching limbs, but couldn’t help but feel like something was following me.” The fur began to stand up on Ninn’s forearms as she remembered. “It wouldn’t stand still to be seen of course, and with the night coming, it was hard to see, but I began to see snatches of shadow following me. When I would turn my head to look, it would fade away completely!” Ninn shook her head. “This went on for most of the path. Finally I could see my front door.” She indicated the trees just behind the kids. “It was right over there, just next to those big oaks..” A little Fox Ineki kit screamed. The other two youngest clung tightly around her. Even the older ones were now stood closer, the whole group in a knot for safety, their heads all turned, staring at the trees. “I began to hurry since I could see my home, and then ~” Ninn paused for dramatic affect “She stepped out right in front of me! A tall figure appeared black as night and” Ninn faltered. This would ruin the affect, but ...sigh well, it’s simply the colour she saw “and deep pink, well maybe more of a pinkish red.” The oldest boy made a choking sound, the same one as before, but this time his bugging eyes made it clear his sound was from fright. Ninn continued. “I thought it was a vampire! She was right in my path, and as close to me as you are now.” Several of the Ineki blinked, as they were only a paw’s touch away. “I thought she meant to hurt me, so quick as a wink, I dove my paw into the Bakery bag and….” the youngsters leaned in closer…“I shoved the biggest pastry I had right in her mouth!” Ninn nodded in triumph. Then she blurted out laughing. “It was my friend Tilly!!! It actually turned out the ‘Vampire’ that was following me was my good friend Tilly in her Snowkissed cape! She was trying to catch up with me, to walk home with me, but I kept eluding her. Not only that, but she could smell the goodies in my bag! She was happy she’d finally caught up with me, and here I was shoving a pastry in her mouth so she wouldn’t bite me:” “Still, even Tilly thought that was a very good idea.” Ninn nodded. “So as you go back on your pathways tonight, be sure to have your candy bags at the ready. You never know when a bit of sweetness might save you.” She nodded sagely. [/spoiiler]
Posted 10/22/16
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My October entry can be found here. It’s something of a continuation from last month’s, but can be read on its own. Features Alex and Will
Posted 10/24/16
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“The night was dark…”
Posted 10/26/16
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“Where’d you even find this thing?” Xion asked, her nose wrinkling in disgust. She’d never been the kind of girl that was super interest in dolls, even when she’d been very young. Exploring had always sounded much more fun. But Rowan had handed her the thing, and she couldn’t deny she was a little bit curious. And she couldn’t deny that the doll was beautiful, in an old-fashioned kind of way. The body seemed to be made of cloth stuffed with either fabric or sawdust, but the face and limbs were porcelain. Her face was painted on, with delicately pretty features, and her dress was like that of a victorian-era child. The lace edging her sleeves and the hem of her skirt was surprisingly soft. Overall, under other circumstances, Xion would have been enchanted with something so pretty. However… Rowan shrugged awkwardly. “It was brought into the shop. They said it’d been in the family for a long time but it made them feel ‘weird in the pit of their stomach’— that’s a direct quote, by the way, so they weren’t sure what to do with it. I guess they thought a witch’s shop was the best solution?” “You know, I think I’ve watched this movie,” Xion muttered, but it was more or less under her breath. She didn’t want to offend Rowan; none of this was her fault. Besides, Xion didn’t feel anything. And she was holding the doll cradled in her arms like a baby; she figured that if the doll was going to magically come to life and eat her face, now would be the opportune time. She gave it another few seconds, then concluded that nothing was gonna happen, at least for the moment. Nothing happened that night, either, for all that Xion left the doll seated in the middle of her table, in the dark. She’d even poked it once or twice, but there seemed to be no reaction at all. Xion resolved to put it out of her mind. It was almost a week later that anything happened. She’d almost been lulled into a sense of security, thinking that her first impression had been wrong and there was after all nothing at all unusual about the doll. Maybe she’d just watched entirely too many horror movies. And really, she couldn’t be sure. The first movements were small and subtle, barely movement at all. Nothing more than shifts that could have been just the result of gravity on porcelain limbs. It still didn’t stop Xion from eyeing it suspiciously. Way too many horror movies. Still, to be sure, she put a chalk outline around where the doll was seated, carefully tracing around her limbs and the folds of her skirts to get as accurate a measure as possible. Her efforts were rewarded a couple mornings later. If it had just been movements in the skirts, she would have guessed it because the wind had moved them, but one porcelain leg was fully an inch to the side of where it had been, and Xion had renewed the chalk line just before going to bed. Hands on hips, she looked down at the doll with a deep frown. In spite of all those movies, she’d never really believed anything like this could happen. But it just kept happening. Other small movements, and flickering lights, scratching sounds within the walls. It was getting increasingly uncomfortable, but all Xion knew to do was to burn sage and hope for the best. An exorcism seemed rather excessive and in any case she had no idea where she would even find someone to perform one. The one thing she was very careful not to do was to taunt the doll; she had sense enough for that. Not that this seemed to make the slightest bit of difference. The doll made more and more dramatic proofs of an intelligence and will. For the life of her, Xion had no idea what the doll even wanted and she couldn’t think of a way to ask without provoking it to more troublesome depths. Already she was beginning to find the doll off the table and in increasingly odd places. But it was only when she woke up one morning and rolled over to find the doll sitting on the pillow next to her that she was really startled. Sitting straight up amongst the sheets, she stared wordlessly at the doll for a moment before letting out a strenuous declaration of, “NOPE.” Through a network of acquaintances and friends of friends, that morning, she got in touch with a voodoo priest who was willing to take the damn thing off her hands. She didn’t know what he intended to do with it, and frankly she didn’t care. Not her business, and frankly she wished him the best of luck. Once the thing was out of her house, everything went back to normal. *** “That,” Keme said in disgust, “was the most anticlimactic ending to a ghost story I’ve ever heard. That’s not how these things are meant to go!” Michel glared at him from where he’d been laying a fresh load of wood onto the fire. “I didn’t say it was a good story, I said this is what I heard happened. Don’t whine at me, it’s not like I had anything to do with it!” “Fine, but the next one better be worth hearing.”
Posted 10/26/16
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Bismuth never cared much for telling stories. They once cared to hear them, before the winter, listening as raptly as any child, but would conveniently disappear when asked to share. Since being carved, they avoided hearing them, too; the wonders of exploring the cave, so new to them, outweighed any fantasy. Being an adult now, they couldn’t turn down telling stories without giving it a proper go. They finally accepted in the fall, agreeing to share a spooky story to suit the season. They’d seen many fascinating things since being carved—magic they never could have dreamed of, whole caverns filled with Mycenian statues, flowers blooming into existence from sheer love—and those were stories that ought to be heard, all magnificent happenings. Terrifying, given the right storyteller. They still had some time to decide which to share, but they should test the waters with something easier, something… lighter. Typical. Ignatius suggested a ghost story earlier. It sounded so very boring, and Bismuth wasn’t sure if they could even pull it off. Playing about with their newfound magic while thinking gave them the perfect idea. Now confident, Bismuth could properly prepare a wondrous story with the perfect effects. They grinned, making ethereal ghosts dance about with subtle movements of their claws. Their friends were in for quite the surprise. ((Edit: I just want to mention that the art is completely original for this event, I just decided to also use the version without ghosts on Bismuth’s profile because then it’s not seasonal.))
Posted 10/28/16, edited 10/28/16
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I decided to try something a bit out of my comfort zone this time - charcoal! *dramatic violins* This drawing features Faye, telling an innocent tale with shadow puppets - but his fleeting creations may be more sinister than they seem….
Posted 10/28/16, edited 10/28/16
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I am so sorry for how long my entries end up running OTL Here is my October entry! It features Sen and Amatsuki.
Posted 10/28/16
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October is Oct-over! Thank you to everyone who entered October’s Mycenaissance! We had a great time reading your campfire stories! :D Crow’s comments: Jenny151618- Ooh, how spooky! Classic curiousity killed the cat situation - or dog ineki, in this case, haha. This may seem morbid, but I really like how you described the body. :D I imagine stumbling over something so horrific would be pretty terrifying! Dove’s comments: Hyasynthetic - Oh my - the scariest stories are often wound up in reality. Poor Alex - I could tell how much he pined for his brother’s approval and recognition. It must be hard for Will to swallow. The bonds of family are difficult to break free from, even when such darkness is involved! Meru’s comments: Vely- I really like how you used the ghost story prompt to create a character vignette for Bismuth! Taking the magic they’ve learned in their travels in the cave to make their ghost story more exciting for their audience and for themselves is a really sweet conclusion, and a very nice bit of character development. The Raffle: We had 9 qualifying entries this month, which means we will be drawing our standard four winners. Each will receive a random Cave Capsule!
Congratulations to Vely, Hyasynthetic, [@Unspoken], and Losty! Each of you will be receiving a random Cave Capsule shortly, and participation prizes will also be distributed ASAP! The Spotlight: This month’s spotlight is awarded to azurrys’ submission. Azurrys, please let us know which of October’s OotS items (Faerie Chimes or Midsummer Fantasia) you would like to receive as your prize! The full submission is quoted below, but you may also read it in its original post here
Time for November! This month, we’re doing something a little different! In lieu of a provided prompt, we are asking you guys to submit prompt ideas that you would potentially like to see run! At the end of the month, we will select six of the submitted prompt ideas to use in the upcoming months (we will be alternating between player-submitted prompts and our own prompts every other month). Since this is a bit of a shift from the norm, we have a few guidelines for you to keep in mind:
The Prizes:
The Form: All prompts must be submitted in the following format in order for us to accept them. If your prompt is chosen and any tweaks need to be made before the month it goes up, we will be happy to work with you!
[quote][b][u]Prompt Title:[/b][/u] (Title of prompt) [b][u]Prompt Type:[/b][/u] (Mixed media, art-only, or writing-only) (body of prompt goes here - this is typically a little bit of flavor text that sets the stage for the prompt! The prompt itself is typically explained at the end along with any specific instructions, but you may format this as you see fit!) [b][u]If chosen, would you like to guest judge?[/b][/u] (Yes or No)[/quote]
Posted 11/01/16, edited 11/02/16
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.....Oooooohhh!!!! *scribbles down an idea .... Congratulations to this month’s winners!!! Crow thank you so much for the feedback <3 My entry for November c=
Posted 11/01/16, edited 11/01/16
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I have no idea what my life is going to look like months from now, so I just marked no on the guest judge. I included code in spoilers just because I could. :D 1.
[quote][b][u]Prompt Title:[/b][/u] A Little Rebellion Never Hurt (or did it...) [b][u]Prompt Type:[/b][/u] Mixed media We all have that rebel in us that tells us to do the things we know we shouldn't. Whether it's sneaking an extra piece of candy from the jar at the office, or calling in sick to go shopping, everyone has their rebellious moments. Tell us about a time your character rebelled against the system. How did they get away with it, or why didn't they?[/quote]
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Posted 11/01/16
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Posted 11/01/16, edited 11/20/16
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Crow I don’t seem to have received a comment despite qualifying for this month… Is there some reason for this?
Posted 11/02/16
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Hyasynthetic Azurrys
Posted 11/02/16
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That’s a really interesting idea! I’ll probably come back later to put more prompts here! :)
Posted 11/02/16, edited 11/02/16
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Posted 11/02/16, edited 11/21/16
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This is the first month I’ve been here for this, and it looks like such fun! :D I can’t wait to write something for December!
Posted 11/02/16, edited 11/02/16
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Dove Thank you for the comments! That’s one thing that always gets me in horror movies, how dumb the charas are about whatever it is going down.
Crow If I come back with more (which I certainly hope to) do you guys have a preference as to whether I edit this post or make another one?
Posted 11/03/16, edited 11/27/16
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Losty
Posted 11/04/16
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Myth: No matter where you go in life, always keep an eye out for Cade, the tackling Alzheimer’s ineki. [quote][b][u]Prompt Title:[/b][/u] Memory Loss [b][u]Prompt Type:[/b][/u] Mixed media Your character has somehow lost their memories! It's up to you to decide how it happened. How do they, and their closest friends, react? What would they do to jog their memories? How would they feel about forgetting what they know? [b][u]If chosen, would you like to guest judge?[/b][/u] Yes, please ^_^[/quote]
Drum: You told me you got that scar in a fight against bandits. [quote][b][u]Prompt Title:[/b][/u] Markings [b][u]Prompt Type:[/b][/u] Mixed media Everyone bears marks that they get throughout their lives. Sometimes they carry a deeper meaning or a memory best left forgotten. What's the story of your character's markings? Their scars, tattoos, the symbol they always wear. What does it mean to them? How did it happen? What do others think of these marks and do they know the real story behind them? [b][u]If chosen, would you like to guest judge?[/b][/u] Yes, please![/quote]
Posted 11/06/16, edited 11/06/16
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Posted 11/11/16
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Posted 11/11/16
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