@extinctTales — #death

This is a story about a lamb. It was a darling little thing (so cute!), so beloved by all that they were cherished. And oh, how sweet they were! Oh, how gentle! Oh, how the other had to keep it from the wolves of the world. For the lamb (sweet thing) was trusting, and trust is dangerous. The lamb bled easily. Bright lime green that made others want to bring it to slaughter. No one ever wanted to be the one to do it. Something in the lamb's eyes made it hard to kill. Perhaps it was the innocence(so sweet!). The way that it believed no one would hurt it. Don't you want to be its friend? Don...Read more

The votes are in! This story is about a friend. She was so kind (aww!) to everyone. If they needed help, they asked her (yay!). She never asked for anything in return, oh no. She was so sweet and loved by anyone she met that if her attention was on you, you felt like the most important thing in the world. She had a smile of stars and a way of making you feel you were something special(yay!). Others were in her orbit, this darling little gold. Oh, how they loved her. Oh, how they'd kill for her. Their bright little star. And oh, how they wept when she died (so sad!). Such an unremarkable death, ...Read more

This story is about a human! How interesting, that's rare! This little human was taken from their home (sad!) and kept as a novelty. One day, they escaped (yay!), but Alternia isn't kind to humans. Our sun burns and our rain is acid (boo-hoo!) and they had to pretend to be a troll (uh-oh!). But they did well! They were a rustblood, for a while, and then a bronzeblood. They did a great job of keeping a small and unremarkable existence. They had friends who loved them and a lusus that tolerated them and one day, they got sick. Sick in a way that couldn't be fixed by us because they weren't us (oh no!). ...Read more

This story is about you! Juuuust kidding, you're too alive for any of my stories. This story is about a detecterror. She was so curious as a wiggler. They only got more curious as they grew older. She needed to find the truth, no matter how dangerous it was. Once there was a question in her mind she had to find the answer. She would look and look and look and look! Under rocks and in the ocean and deep into forests. She looked and sought, round and round, all spun up in their own head. (Whee!) And oh, look at that. There's something familiar there. And there. And there! The little detecterror...Read more

This is a story about a small one. They weren't that brave, either. They were young and kind. They were loved. That's the important bit, right? They liked to create. They did pottery, making something out of the primordial dirt that we once crawled from. Isn't that beautiful? They had a lusus, of course, a great mole. Their life was lost in an unremarkable accident. But their friends remember them, each in a different way. And through their stories, they live on. #death #stories ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ 𓆩Memory recorded𓆪

This is a story about a gardener. He wasn't always that, mind you. Once upon a time he was a warrior. He was a thing of blood and ruin and pain. And he would go to fight as he was ordered. And he would return for a while, and the cycle would repeat. He was good at it, leaving with medals and the bodies of others in his wake. Until one night, he met an old woman in the road. She asked if he was happy. He told her that he didn't need to be, because he was a soldier, and he could not ask for more. She asked him again. He told her no, and began to move on. Suddenly, she reaches out for his arm! He...Read more