Shadeic64

(horrorcore does something to inspiration) i wish i forget what you did „ Battered.. beaten... abused.... torn..... marred..... caught That was the last thing I wished they found me in. Me, the feared Black Wind of the Wische, to be on the floor, laid on my side, with my arms splayed and in a pool of blood on concrete floor. All in the gang‘s hideout, the abandoned warehouse where the accident happened. One worker had their whole arm ripped off from a faulty machine. I heard they got the whole arm replaced with a metal prosthetic. Another worker in the same warehouse died from the overhaul of work. Damned pigs. I heard the sirens when my body shifted. My vision was hazy, my body aching, ringing echoed in my ears. The knife clattered softly on the concrete, seemingly carrying itself away from my twitching leather fingers. The rest was a blur, but the Unnirian district handled me roughly. Once my eyes cleared, I could see out of one of them. Half my vision was blurred blood

(written in honour of April 9th, the anniversary of the tCF) Anniversary's Birthday " A normal day in the shop, where there was some bustle of activity. The customers walk in, and walk out, some dropping off their items and left in the box labeled "Commissions." The coloured paint was chipping off, the edges were dull and rusty, and the box was filled with a piece of paper tied around with the customer's name scrawled. I roll my eyes every time I see the box, hastily cleaning the sides with vinegar and oil. The box was wooden and its edges were reinforced with some scrap metal either Wilbur, Sarah, or I don't need. After cleaning the box with its usual cleaning supply, I retreat back to my worktable with bits and cogs and metal laying about. I was working on a small contraption, where it had a timer delay. I flipped on my goggles and worked before Wilbur called me over. He gave me a list, with the same scrawl of his chicken scratch writing, and asked me to get some supplies from

(written in favour of the Hanami Festival) Under the Sakura Tree " The trees bloomed during the Spring solstice. A wondrous reminder of the rebirth of the world. The pink blossoms were a gentle beckoning to the rising sun, the petals floating softly towards my window. My sister and I both live near the trees, above the river and near the road to the city. A soft knocking on my door woke me from my peaceful rising slumber and I called for the knocker to come right in. It was my sister, half dressed proper, who walked in, gallantly, and dragged my leg out of the bed. I faceplanted onto the floor, my face ate the wooden floorboards. I groaned while she playfully sat on the flat of my back, making me groan out more. 'Come on Kura, we gotta go see the flowers before the rest of the house wakes up!' she said, excitedly. I groaned in response, both from her weight and my sprawled position on the floor. There will be a bruise in the shape of her butt on my back. After Bira dragged