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Prompt: Pick a name, a place, thing and an emotion and write a short horror story about it. Name: Dakatar Place: Space. Thing: Shard of glass. Emotion: Despair. Dedicated to Victor Mairo. ****** It was getting hard to breathe. She could feel her body shutting down. She grimaced at the metallic taste in her mouth. "Dakatar! Dakatar!! "Don't you dare give up on me. Wake up!" You're almost there. At the sound of this voice, her eyes fluttered back open. What was that? She slowly turned to her left and then to her right. It sounded closer. Did she hear that right? Suddenly it was quiet, the voices of her teammates slowly faded out. "What was that voice?" She was floating away, with a wire attached to her space suit leading back to the Space Station approximately twenty meters away. The wire was a safety measure put in place to keep her fastened to the ship in the event of an accident. But it serves no purpose if the blast ends

Prompt: Pick a name, a place, thing and an emotion and write a short horror story about it. Name: Lauren Place: Mykonos A thing: Plier Emotion: Confused/Happy (pick any) Dedicated to Monijesu (Phaserprime) ****** She was gone and it's been two days. It's been two days of gut-wrenching anxiety and dread. The usual lively island was gloomy, giving it a rather tense atmosphere. Everybody knew everybody here, that was why when news of the cheery thirty-year-old fashion designer went missing, the whole island panicked. Mykonos was a small Greek island known for its Cycladic structures that often reminded people of the bronze ages. Mykonos was a summer house for the rich, the top percent of the population, a place to relax for vacations or just to get away from all the tension of the busy life that only the rich could relate to. Usually, it wasn't hard to move around here, usually you took a casual walk around town without having to worry about getting stabbed or shot

 He stared at her thinking about how much has changed since he met her and how much joy she had brought into his life within the short time they had spent together. He contemplated. How could he describe her? She was beautiful but her outward beauty was just half of it. She had such a beautiful, rich and pure soul, almost like a child's but she was no child. She was so mature beyond her years, almost like a sage.  She radiated so much inner light that he would constantly bask in it whenever she was near. She had such grace such majesty, she was otherworldly. But she was his, maybe not officially but that would change soon. Often he wondered, 'Of all the men that she could have loved, why did she choose someone like him, despite the ugliness of who he once was?'. She showed him love, care, affection, and adoration. Things he had struggled with at a young age. He had fallen for her, completely, irrevocably. With his soul, with his heart, his mind, his body, forever. He was he