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Nyx Blackheart wrote: 13 Jun 2025, 20:22

@Simon Poe The first part of your order is ready! I will owl you the second part.
Here it is:
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Shadows in the Night

Rain spattered against the sidewalk.
I looked at the plaque on the gravestone. The name of my best friend, that day that he died too.
June 2nd, 1989.
The day my best friend was murdered.
We always knew who did it.
The evidence clung to Amelia Laurel like the scent of smoke in the air after the fire, a whisper of deceit and malfeasance.
A shattered lamp, blood on the cuffs of her shirt, and a witness who saw her leave the greenhouse minutes after the murder.
The witness disappeared hours later though.
There was no struggle, no signs of a scuffle, only the ash from a cig on the ground, and even that washed away in the rain.
Our only proof, our only link to her.
Gone, without a trace.
And without proof, the killer still smiles through her teeth and walks free, lighting cigarettes with the same hand that crushed my best friend’s windpipe.
It was only when I dug through my brother Samual’s journal that the second horror surfaced.
Sketches of the crime scene, notes in his annoyingly neat, obsessive handwriting. He knew things—details that hadn’t been released, things even I hadn't pieced together.
The two had worked together.
Samual had set it up, whispered in Amelia’s ear, manipulated her like a pawn in a game of chess.
I remember feeling my breath stop in my chest, the edges of the pages cutting into my fingers as the truth sank in. I tried to deny it, to say that my brother could never do that.
But the little things came back to me.
How he was always looking at my friend strangely, like he wanted to strangle him. I choked on a cry.
Sampson.
He and I would never argue again about books, or who was the better writer.
I didn’t have the guts to turn the journal in, that I would condemn my own brother. That I could.
Amelia would never be arrested.
Samual didn't run when I confronted him.
He just looked at me with hollow blue eyes and said, "You were never supposed to find out."
But I had. And I knew, in a way, the moment I found that journal, no before that, before I even knew of his betrayal, that I’d lost my brother long before the murder ever happened.

Simon Poe wrote: 13 Jun 2025, 23:46

Nyx Blackheart wrote: 13 Jun 2025, 20:22

@Simon Poe The first part of your order is ready! I will owl you the second part.
Here it is:
Please tell me if you'd like any changes! All changes are free!

Reducio

Shadows in the Night

Rain spattered against the sidewalk.
I looked at the plaque on the gravestone. The name of my best friend, that day that he died too.
June 2nd, 1989.
The day my best friend was murdered.
We always knew who did it.
The evidence clung to Amelia Laurel like the scent of smoke in the air after the fire, a whisper of deceit and malfeasance.
A shattered lamp, blood on the cuffs of her shirt, and a witness who saw her leave the greenhouse minutes after the murder.
The witness disappeared hours later though.
There was no struggle, no signs of a scuffle, only the ash from a cig on the ground, and even that washed away in the rain.
Our only proof, our only link to her.
Gone, without a trace.
And without proof, the killer still smiles through her teeth and walks free, lighting cigarettes with the same hand that crushed my best friend’s windpipe.
It was only when I dug through my brother Samual’s journal that the second horror surfaced.
Sketches of the crime scene, notes in his annoyingly neat, obsessive handwriting. He knew things—details that hadn’t been released, things even I hadn't pieced together.
The two had worked together.
Samual had set it up, whispered in Amelia’s ear, manipulated her like a pawn in a game of chess.
I remember feeling my breath stop in my chest, the edges of the pages cutting into my fingers as the truth sank in. I tried to deny it, to say that my brother could never do that.
But the little things came back to me.
How he was always looking at my friend strangely, like he wanted to strangle him. I choked on a cry.
Sampson.
He and I would never argue again about books, or who was the better writer.
I didn’t have the guts to turn the journal in, that I would condemn my own brother. That I could.
Amelia would never be arrested.
Samual didn't run when I confronted him.
He just looked at me with hollow blue eyes and said, "You were never supposed to find out."
But I had. And I knew, in a way, the moment I found that journal, no before that, before I even knew of his betrayal, that I’d lost my brother long before the murder ever happened.

I LOVE ITTTT. THE TRAUMAAAAA AAAAGH. Free correct?

Nyx Blackheart wrote: 14 Jun 2025, 00:33

Simon Poe wrote: 13 Jun 2025, 23:46

Nyx Blackheart wrote: 13 Jun 2025, 20:22

@Simon Poe The first part of your order is ready! I will owl you the second part.
Here it is:
Please tell me if you'd like any changes! All changes are free!

Reducio

Shadows in the Night

Rain spattered against the sidewalk.
I looked at the plaque on the gravestone. The name of my best friend, that day that he died too.
June 2nd, 1989.
The day my best friend was murdered.
We always knew who did it.
The evidence clung to Amelia Laurel like the scent of smoke in the air after the fire, a whisper of deceit and malfeasance.
A shattered lamp, blood on the cuffs of her shirt, and a witness who saw her leave the greenhouse minutes after the murder.
The witness disappeared hours later though.
There was no struggle, no signs of a scuffle, only the ash from a cig on the ground, and even that washed away in the rain.
Our only proof, our only link to her.
Gone, without a trace.
And without proof, the killer still smiles through her teeth and walks free, lighting cigarettes with the same hand that crushed my best friend’s windpipe.
It was only when I dug through my brother Samual’s journal that the second horror surfaced.
Sketches of the crime scene, notes in his annoyingly neat, obsessive handwriting. He knew things—details that hadn’t been released, things even I hadn't pieced together.
The two had worked together.
Samual had set it up, whispered in Amelia’s ear, manipulated her like a pawn in a game of chess.
I remember feeling my breath stop in my chest, the edges of the pages cutting into my fingers as the truth sank in. I tried to deny it, to say that my brother could never do that.
But the little things came back to me.
How he was always looking at my friend strangely, like he wanted to strangle him. I choked on a cry.
Sampson.
He and I would never argue again about books, or who was the better writer.
I didn’t have the guts to turn the journal in, that I would condemn my own brother. That I could.
Amelia would never be arrested.
Samual didn't run when I confronted him.
He just looked at me with hollow blue eyes and said, "You were never supposed to find out."
But I had. And I knew, in a way, the moment I found that journal, no before that, before I even knew of his betrayal, that I’d lost my brother long before the murder ever happened.

I LOVE ITTTT. THE TRAUMAAAAA AAAAGH. Free correct?

Yess free hehe

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Korinna Nightshade wrote: 4 Jul 2025, 18:35 Name: Korinna Nightshade
House: Ravenclaw
Year: Second
What you want: a haiku
Extra : (Aka, a specific theme, words, etc.) preferably about my character, I have information in my ency
Example Permission: Ofc!

@Korinna Nightshade
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Nyx Blackheart wrote: 5 Jul 2025, 16:05

@Korinna Nightshade
Your order is ready! Please tell me if you'd like any changes!

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Korinna is Sweet.
Quiet but friendly to all.
Can Always make Friends.

2nd version:

Korinna is Kind.
Sometimes overthinks some things,
But makes her Unique.