jasper the hunny bunny
nah bro you tweakin'
Hey! Here in this thread, I'll be making horror stories daily (hopefully) using mundane pictures as references for inspiration! If you're interested in my writing, feel free to pm me an image of your own, and I'll try to make something horrific out of it!
Just as an F.Y.I, I'll be using this website to find my images.
The process will go as follows: I will include the reference image above the story, include the title inspired by the image below, and then I'll write the story! Simple, right?
I'll include music to listen along to while you read! Just for that added bit of ambience, you know?
The image reference of the day iiiiiissss . . .
Music, for your immersion . . .
(Highlighted sentences are music fitting to the situation):
1. Disintegrating - Myuu
2. Lavender town
The title? Photosynthesis.
"Do you think they have names?"
Lily was sprawled on top of the lawn in the cozy, warm sun. The disgusting winter frost had given up the fight with the sky, releasing all the beautiful plants and fauna out of their icy cages, their insulated, hollow trees, and the frozen tops of lakes. Her brother Dylan was playing with their pet Buster, wrestling a stick from his maw and throwing it far away towards the edge of the front yard.
"What? Like, the flowers? No, they're just dumb flowers!"
"Well, flowers are living things, right? Living things all have names, like Buster! Plants eat sunlight through something called... Photo...photosynthetics..."
"That's photo synthesis moron!"
"Hey! Don't call me a moron!"
Lily suddenly pulled herself off the floor, her knees dirty and covered in fine grass shreddings, and she proceeded to tackle Dylan. As they warred against each other on the floor, Buster was almost enticed by the ensuing mayhem, barking at their quarrel and circling the two prone warriors as if he were about to strike himself. But suddenly, the puppy's gaze was stolen by the flower.
It wavered slowly in the warm winds, petals almost gesturing towards the dog. Buster barked softly, and trotted over to the flower and began to.. lick it. He licked it slowly at first, like lapping the water droplets from a leaky faucet..
He kept. Licking. Tasting.
The two children stopped playing for a moment, their hostile embers dying down into a playful tussle with one another. Dylan's brows furrowed as he jogged over to inspect the flower and Buster, in which the dog kept on licking the grooves and layered centre of the copper flower. "Hey, stop it! It's probably not good for you!"
Gripping his collar, Dylan immediately realised a tangle of roots had latched onto Buster's tongue. They pulsated gently, and subtly. Buster stared up at Dylan innocently, uncertain of what was happening.
"Hey buddy... What is that?"
Dylan attempted to rip the small roots off of Buster's tongue, but he instead made him yelp. With a single root tugged off, a peeling of Buster's tongue came off with it, with squirts of blood drippling out of his mouth.
"W-what? Buster!" He was too scared to yank the rest of the roots out; afraid he might injure Buster further, or just tear his tongue out entirely. The roots were slowly coiling around the length of Buster's tongue, exploring the back of his throat and filling the space of his tonsils. Buster began to hack and wheeze, pattering his little feet, trying to get away.
Buster was pumped full of adrenaline, and began circling the space of the flower, yanking and twitching his head in sporadic directions. He kept tearing away at new roots, which made more and more blood pool between his teeth, disappearing into his throat. Lily in a moment of uncharacteristic initiative began running towards the shed. Something sharp, something to uproot the flower.
Buster was whining loudly at this point. He'd suddenly given up, and laid himself down on the floor submissively, and patiently, with the rate of the flower's growth accelerating violently as small vines began to exit out of Buster's pleading eyelids. Small flowerheads painfully unfurling from the bloodied tips. It would've been magical, if not for the situation's context and urgency. The dog's abdomen began to swell, his belly pulsating with thick bulging veins, pumping blood towards his head. The flower was sapping his blood.
It was draining his insides.
Lily ran out with a small gardening spade, while Dylan desperately clung to his poor pet crying his eyes out. Buster was now disfigured and swelled, with roots beginning to spill out of different orifices, producing beautiful bouquets of flowers at different ends. Instead of the disgusting copper tip of the original plant-matter, these new productions were a dazzling crimson red. Buster was pale now, a ballooning mass of mammalian flesh. Lily dug her spade into the stem of the flower, in which it suddenly released its sticky grip from Buster, and died.
But Buster was already a husk. His eyes were glazed over and popping out of their sockets, his neck bubbled like rising crust, and his mouth and ears were gushing with lazed and dying vines.
The children stood in traumatized silence. Lily's tear drenched eyes fell over the corpse of the dried out little flower.
"Why... Why are you so greedy?"
Just as an F.Y.I, I'll be using this website to find my images.
The process will go as follows: I will include the reference image above the story, include the title inspired by the image below, and then I'll write the story! Simple, right?
I'll include music to listen along to while you read! Just for that added bit of ambience, you know?
| Short story template Image Reference fs 18: Music, for your immersion & fs 15: Title fs 15: Content fs 12: |
The image reference of the day iiiiiissss . . .
Music, for your immersion . . .
(Highlighted sentences are music fitting to the situation):
1. Disintegrating - Myuu
2. Lavender town
The title? Photosynthesis.
"Do you think they have names?"
Lily was sprawled on top of the lawn in the cozy, warm sun. The disgusting winter frost had given up the fight with the sky, releasing all the beautiful plants and fauna out of their icy cages, their insulated, hollow trees, and the frozen tops of lakes. Her brother Dylan was playing with their pet Buster, wrestling a stick from his maw and throwing it far away towards the edge of the front yard.
"What? Like, the flowers? No, they're just dumb flowers!"
"Well, flowers are living things, right? Living things all have names, like Buster! Plants eat sunlight through something called... Photo...photosynthetics..."
"That's photo synthesis moron!"
"Hey! Don't call me a moron!"
Lily suddenly pulled herself off the floor, her knees dirty and covered in fine grass shreddings, and she proceeded to tackle Dylan. As they warred against each other on the floor, Buster was almost enticed by the ensuing mayhem, barking at their quarrel and circling the two prone warriors as if he were about to strike himself. But suddenly, the puppy's gaze was stolen by the flower.
It wavered slowly in the warm winds, petals almost gesturing towards the dog. Buster barked softly, and trotted over to the flower and began to.. lick it. He licked it slowly at first, like lapping the water droplets from a leaky faucet..
He kept. Licking. Tasting.
The two children stopped playing for a moment, their hostile embers dying down into a playful tussle with one another. Dylan's brows furrowed as he jogged over to inspect the flower and Buster, in which the dog kept on licking the grooves and layered centre of the copper flower. "Hey, stop it! It's probably not good for you!"
Gripping his collar, Dylan immediately realised a tangle of roots had latched onto Buster's tongue. They pulsated gently, and subtly. Buster stared up at Dylan innocently, uncertain of what was happening.
"Hey buddy... What is that?"
Dylan attempted to rip the small roots off of Buster's tongue, but he instead made him yelp. With a single root tugged off, a peeling of Buster's tongue came off with it, with squirts of blood drippling out of his mouth.
"W-what? Buster!" He was too scared to yank the rest of the roots out; afraid he might injure Buster further, or just tear his tongue out entirely. The roots were slowly coiling around the length of Buster's tongue, exploring the back of his throat and filling the space of his tonsils. Buster began to hack and wheeze, pattering his little feet, trying to get away.
Buster was pumped full of adrenaline, and began circling the space of the flower, yanking and twitching his head in sporadic directions. He kept tearing away at new roots, which made more and more blood pool between his teeth, disappearing into his throat. Lily in a moment of uncharacteristic initiative began running towards the shed. Something sharp, something to uproot the flower.
Buster was whining loudly at this point. He'd suddenly given up, and laid himself down on the floor submissively, and patiently, with the rate of the flower's growth accelerating violently as small vines began to exit out of Buster's pleading eyelids. Small flowerheads painfully unfurling from the bloodied tips. It would've been magical, if not for the situation's context and urgency. The dog's abdomen began to swell, his belly pulsating with thick bulging veins, pumping blood towards his head. The flower was sapping his blood.
It was draining his insides.
Lily ran out with a small gardening spade, while Dylan desperately clung to his poor pet crying his eyes out. Buster was now disfigured and swelled, with roots beginning to spill out of different orifices, producing beautiful bouquets of flowers at different ends. Instead of the disgusting copper tip of the original plant-matter, these new productions were a dazzling crimson red. Buster was pale now, a ballooning mass of mammalian flesh. Lily dug her spade into the stem of the flower, in which it suddenly released its sticky grip from Buster, and died.
But Buster was already a husk. His eyes were glazed over and popping out of their sockets, his neck bubbled like rising crust, and his mouth and ears were gushing with lazed and dying vines.
The children stood in traumatized silence. Lily's tear drenched eyes fell over the corpse of the dried out little flower.
"Why... Why are you so greedy?"
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