IsabellaRose

You open your eyes and look around. You're in the dark. This is not just dark, this darkness is absolute, a suffocating void that seems to pulse against your skin, pressing inward like a living thing. The air is thick and wet, heavy with the stench of decay and something metallic, like old blood. Something undefinable fills you with terror, a feeling of impending doom pressing down upon you. You have no idea why you're scared, but terror grips your heart like an icy fist. A faint glow the sickly green of rotting vegetation begins to seep through the blackness, revealing a landscape that seems to writhe and shift, as if alive. The ground beneath your feet squelches and moans, a spongy carpet of pulsating flesh riddled with glistening veins that pump a sluggish black ichor. You can feel the fleshy surface below you, warm and damp, and you realize your feet are bare. You need to get off of this disgusting surface, but there's nothing else to walk on. Towering structures loomed in the distance, twisted spires of bone and sinew wrapped in flesh that pulsates with a nauseating rhythm. You realize there is a sound that matches that pulsing, the distant sound of a heartbeat. The sky above is not a sky at all but a churning mass of unblinking eyes, each bloodshot and twitching as if in pain, fixing their collective gaze downward. In the distance, a guttural scream rises, not from a single throat but a cacophony of overlapping voices, a symphony of agony that makes your teeth vibrate and your blood run cold. And then you see one of the spires begin to move. Its tip unfurls like a flower revealing a cavernous maw filled with foot long, needle-like teeth. From the corner of your eye you catch a hint of movement in the distance, quick, skittering shadows that dart just out of the reach of the faint light, their limbs impossibly long and jointed at unnatural angles. You freeze, every muscle locked tight as the first creature steps into the sickly green glow. Its form is angular and wrong, as though it had been assembled from the parts of something else. Its head is featureless save for a single, gaping hole where a mouth might have been. From the hole comes a low, resonant hum that vibrates deep in your chest, like a predator’s growl. The creature moves on all fours, its clawed hands sinking into the pulsating ground with wet squelches. Then it pauses, lifting its head as if sniffing the air. Behind it, more of the creatures emerge, an entire pack, each one slightly different, but all equally uncomfortable to look at. One drags a tail-like appendage that oozes a shimmering slime, while another’s back is covered in jagged spines that drip with the same ichor as the veins in the ground. Their movements are almost synchronized yet oddly erratic, a chaotic dance of misaligned flesh and bone. Suddenly, one of them turns its eyeless head toward you, the hum from its gaping maw growing louder, sharper. You stagger back, your heel sinking into the fleshy ground with a nauseating squish. As you try to pull free, the creature breaks away from the pack, slowly crawling forward. As it grows nearer, you finally wrench your foot free and prepare to run, but to your horror, it speaks. It doesn't use words, but a sound that is both a scream and a whisper, a sound you hear both in filling your ears and your mind. "You… awake…" it rasps, its telepathic voice like shards of glass scraping against the inside of your skull. The others echo the phrase, their tones overlapping into a discordant symphony that makes your vision blur. The creature crouches low, extending one clawed hand. For a moment, it seems almost curious, its head tilting in a mimicry of something disturbingly human. But as the hum deepens, vibrating the very ground beneath you, it becomes clear this is no gesture of peace. The pack closes in, their movements steady and sure. Just as you are certain one of them will pounce, they suddenly become completely immobile. From behind you a voice speaks, and you are surprised to understand the words. If a female voice says, "Do not fear the chorath, human. I sent them to collect new seed, and they found that magnificent tool hanging between your legs." click here. <link forthcoming> If a female voice says, "Welcome, sister. Our Lord Malamialen has awaited your return." click here. <link forthcoming> If a male voice says, "Your choice, female. Kneel or be fed to the chorath." click here. If a male voice says, "What business have you in the lands of Lord Malamialen, warrior?" click here. <link forthcoming> If a deep monstrous voice says, "Mmm... dinner time." click here.

swallow jizz

You open your eyes and look around. You're in a dark, enclosed place... was it a cave? Some kind of ruin? Light streams in from the left and you can see that you are nowhere near where you remember falling. This place is a ruin, as you expected to find, but not the kind of ruin you expected. These ruins are much more recent. You are in a throne room, or what was once a throne room. It's a large room, excessive in size, with high vaulted ceiling and long windows along one wall. These windows are hung with richly embroidered, crimson draperies with the symbol of a black steed on them, most of them pulled closed. One window is broken, its drapery piled on the floor amid shimmering fragments of glass. This is the only source of light in the room, but it shows you enough to see the rest of the room. The opposite wall is covered in ornate tapestries depicting... battles? or are they cattle being driven through mountain ranges? You can't make out details from here, but you see the black steed from the draperies repeated in several of them. One in particular catches your eye. It might be a religious... epiphany? Hell, it could be a depiction of a bad drug trip. You have an urge to go examine them, but your eyes are drawn to the furnishings. It's all wooden and ornately carved in geometric patterns, the twin rows of chairs upholstered with bright crimson fabric with the black steed symbol on each. Several of the chairs are overturned or smashed as if some kind of battle took place here recently. A sword lies discarded on the long carpet that runs the length of the room between the two rows of chairs, and your eyes are drawn to the polished gemstone in the pommel. It must be worth a fortune. From the sword, your eyes are drawn to a bright, fresh stain on the carpet. There is blood on the carpet, and your eyes follow a trail if it along the carpet, up the steps of the dais, and onto the throne. A bloody handprint is outlined on the arm of the throne. Behind the throne hangs a massive battle flag, crimson with the black steed staring down imposingly from the wall with the word "Valoryn" across the top. Beside the throne lies a lump of a body dressed in rich blue velvet over armor that appears more ceremonial than practical. You stand and approach the body. As you get closer, you see that the body is dressed in crimson finery befitting a royal. Blood is drying in the long hair splayed out around their head, and beside the body, a crown lies on the floor. It is no simple crown, but an ostentatious and highly wrought statement of wealth and power. Made of gold, inlaid with more gems than you've ever seen in one place, it's a symbol of power. There is a sound behind you and you whirl around to see a man standing before you in full plate armor, his surcoat blue with a golden lion on the front. He's clearly from a different faction than the throne room in which you stand. He looks at you, sizing you up, and speaks. If he says, "My Lord, we are victorious! House Valoryn is defeated!" click here. If he says, "Your king is dead, Knight of Valoryn. Surrender or die!" click here. If he says, "Your father is dead, Princess. House Valoryn has fallen. There's nowhere for you to run." click here. If he says, "The Golden Lion of House Edrington is at your service, Lady Valoryn. We have beaten back the monsters and reclaimed your castle, though both our houses took heavy losses." click here. If he says, "Back away from the crown, you thieving bitch! I'll have your hand for stealing from our dead king." click here. If he says, "I knew you were behind this, sorceress. House Edrington won't fall for your magical trickery as Valoryn did." click here.

You can keep voting, but I'm going to work on the 2 most popular responses (fantasy and horrific nightmare) based on the votes so far!

belly star!

Guilty. I feel like there's beauty in so many things around me and I try to capture it in photos when I can. But I'm just not a good at it as my father and brother. They both have an eye for framing a photo that elevates mere snapshots to art. I wish that I had their vision. The next person recently had something go their way for once.

Oh good lord so NOT guilty. I've been told I sound like an asmr whisperslut, a milf trying to hook up with the teenage poolboy, or a phone sex operator. I don't even want to talk to people on the phone, much less have my voice recorded. I hate my voice. The next person has a physical trait they hate about themselves but nobody else even notices.

icky thump

Guilty when it comes to my depression and anxiety. Despite all my studying, support groups, and meds, those intrusive thoughts win far more often than I like. The next person has found the secret to happiness.

rag weed

Guilty. I used to do bad things to my brain to escape reality. I often woke up with a lot of unexplainable things to deal with, wounds on my body being one of them. I'm glad I made it through that period of life in one piece. The next person forgot something recently that they wished they'd remembered.

cool world

lost time

hard wood

Guilty... ish? The food is a big draw, but I want to go there for the scenery, the history, the people... the whole she-bang!

pit fighter

Guilty on a lazy, cold weekend when I'm just in big loose hoodies and flannel and under many blankets with cocoa and books just staying warm. Sadly, lazy weekends are few and far between. The next person wear pajamas or some other clothing item to bed that is specifically for sleeping in.

Welcome to our newest members, @nyxxie, @Teppo and @SoftThighs! Please feel free to ask me anything as you poke around.

invisible touch

electric slide

That's because you're awesome.

You are a college student in a specialized international program focused on archaeology, anthropology, and cultural studies. Your skill with languages and high grades had earned you a place in this program along with other students from a variety of universities around the globe. This class deals in real world experiences. You don't have a dorm room; you have a bunk and footlocker on an ocean-going vessel, a tiny shared room in a youth hostel, barely enough space for your bedroll in a tent near an archaeological dig. You don't have a lab; you have actual dig sites. There is no lecture hall; lectures are delivered in mess halls, on ship decks, and out in the open desert. This program was a dream for students like you, and you quickly adapted to the lifestyle, carrying only what could fit in your hiking backpack. The current dig is deep in the Sahara Desert. Your group had started in Marrakech, Morocco and traveled southeast, an entire day by truck until the roads ended at the edge of the desert in the small town of M'hamid. From there you traveled over 60 km by camel, past the Erg Chigaga dunes and toward the Algerian border. You had been warned of possible hostilities between Moroccan and Algerian forces, but nothing had happened in the days since you arrived. The dig was fairly standard, things operating as expected up until this morning. Excited shouts woke before the sun was up. Dressing quickly along with the others in your tent, you rushed out into the pre-dawn desert and toward the sound of excited, raised voices. The excavation director had made a discovery late last night, and had kept a volunteer field crew working overnight under powerful lights. It seemed that this morning, before the sun had colored the sky that light pink that faded into orange and finally daylight, they had located the entrance to a buried chamber. You crowded around the crew with your fellow classmates and other members of the dig team. The opening was a black square roughly three meters side to side that opened into darkness below. Around it were the rocks that had been carefully cleaned, intricately carved hieroglyphs in row after row. Excitement buzzed through those gathered around, and you were pressed forward toward the opening by people behind you. You and two others started to slide forward as sand moved beneath your feet. There must be a sinkhole or something, and you reached back to grab a hand for support. The person behind you fell to the ground and began to slide with you, panic in his eyes. You wanted to reach down to help him, but you were sliding toward the opening faster now, and you fell to the ground as well. Five of you were sliding toward the black square as people around you shouted and the hiss of shifting sand grew louder. You saw your friend Khadija grab a rope that was thrown to her with both hands. She stopped sliding, her body jerked to stillness as two men held the rope. Omkar grasped another rope and stopped sliding. A man you didn't know got hold of a metal rod protruding from the ground and managed to stop his slide toward the opening. You began to panic, your fingers grasping for something, anything, in the shifting sands around you as you slid closer to the dark entrance to the unknown. That hole could go down for hundreds of meters. You could fall to your death. A million thoughts raced through your mind as you slid closer and closer to the yawning black cavity, and then there was a rope. It was right in front of you, and hope rose as you reached for it... too late. Your legs bent as the were the first over the edge, your hands reached for the rope, but your entire body was over the edge and into the hole before you could catch it. You fell into darkness, the square of dim pink sky as the sun rose fading slowly to a small speck above you. Panic gripped your heart with icy fingers, and you knew you were going to die. But instead, you fell. You fell for long enough to be aware that you were falling for far too long. There was no way the hole could be this deep. You tried to turn, to see where you were falling, and when you did light suddenly rushed up to meet you, your body struck something, knocking the air from your lungs, and unconsciousness took your mind. You have no idea how long you've been unconscious, but reality slowly returns, your senses reporting in to your brain one by one. You open your eyes, and you cannot believe what you see. If you see a magical fantasy world, click here. If you see a sci-fi world, click here. If you see a wrecked post-apocalyptic world, click here. If you see a dark and horrific nightmare world, click here. If you see a dystopian cyberpunk world, click here. If you see a normal contemporary world, click here.

Oh, okay then. Consider my comment retracted (since it can't be deleted lol.) Clearly I don't get a lot of abusive messages on here.

Guilty. It was a pretty good reason, and apologies didn't make it better. She never liked me again The next person has had a crush on a coworker.

water stations