Every Monday, I will post a prompt. You have until the following Monday to write and reply with a 100-200 word fic, i.e. a 'drabble', inspired by the prompt. (For an extra challenge, try to hit exactly 100 words!)
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Characters: Chizuru Hachisuka, Sayaka Baian, ayamebrain Rating: G Notes: a news report. warning for discussion of suicide Word count: 100
The television cuts in as Chizuru applies her eyeliner.
[Tenants in the apartment building that Sayaka Baian, former idol and internet icon, previously occupied in Ward 24 experienced a multitude of strange phenomena in the weeks following her untimely passing--]
The news report drones on. There's an unsettling chill in the air of her apartment, and Chizuru tries to pay it no mind. Sensationalist garbage meant for would-be onlookers had no place in her thoughts.
Do you wonder if her face made it out unscathed?
Do you want to see it?
She squashes the thought. Ghosts don't exist, after all.
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(Anonymous) 2022-03-03 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)Rating: G
Notes: a news report. warning for discussion of suicide
Word count: 100
The television cuts in as Chizuru applies her eyeliner.
[Tenants in the apartment building that Sayaka Baian, former idol and internet icon, previously occupied in Ward 24 experienced a multitude of strange phenomena in the weeks following her untimely passing--]
The news report drones on. There's an unsettling chill in the air of her apartment, and Chizuru tries to pay it no mind. Sensationalist garbage meant for would-be onlookers had no place in her thoughts.
Do you wonder if her face made it out unscathed?
Do you want to see it?
She squashes the thought. Ghosts don't exist, after all.