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Prompt #4 - Rin and Len - Trick and Treat
There's an old wives' tale told by the women in Music Village. There are two dolls that live in the forest. They lure children in with sweets, and invite them to their "humble" mansion. Once inside, the children disappear. A day later, their bloodied corpse is found in front of a tree by the entrance of the forest, a creepy smile on their face. Two dolls are left in their lap, each with a single tear of their individual eye and a toy knife in their hands. They are called "The Souls", "Cursed Toys", one person even called them "Your Childhood Memories". The victim's bodies are then burned, to rid the others of the "curse".
" Well, that's a nice description of us." A girl with golden locks commented.
A boy with identical hair color nodded and stroked the cheek of a corpse. "Ah, Victim Number 1227, you were the prettiest of them all." The dead body of a girl hadn't rotten yet, due to the care given to it. Her hair was a beautiful shade of cyan, her skin as pale as a
Love Your Best Friend, Love Your DogLOVE YOUR DOG.
Love your best friend. Your dog loves you more than anything in this world.
Do not hurt your dog. Your dog will never hurt you.
"Look into a dog's eyes and try saying that the animal has no soul."
"Dogs possess Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
and all the Virtues of Man without his Vices"
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"Whoever has never kept a dog does not know what it is to love and to be loved"
Enjoy every moment with your dog. The only thing dogs regret is the fact that they don't live as much as humans. Othe
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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