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Word count: 224 Foxtober prompt: Slimy   "Gross!"   Clarine waved her hand around wildly, strange goo flying everywhere. Vulcan lifted his arms- blocking his face to avoid getting slime all over his face. "It's fine!" He reassured, "Stop making it fly everywhere!"   Clarine and Vulcan were helping prepare a gymnasium for a Halloween party, hanging up decorations and such. A tall woman cackled, slowly going towar...

Word count: 274 Foxtober Prompt: Thorns   "It's the spikes again!"   Clarine huddled herself under a bench, void eyes with a single ruby in the middle glaring directly at a bush of roses- the beautiful folds of the flowers standing proudly under the sunlight, glowing a brilliant ruby. "You're fine!" Vulcan called out, laughing hysterically- wandering up to the roses and poking them "see?" He gestured, though Clarine didn't ...

Word count: 460 Foxtober Prompt: Bones   What was the purpose of Haunted Carnivals?   Clarine stood still, pondering this question. She stood in a fairground- children running around dragging their parents behind them, all dressed in different costumes- some cute, some impressive, and some horrifying. Though, the tall Scarfox felt numb to the word and subject of "Horror". Ahead of her was a hill, a dark pathway leading up t...

Word count: 425 Foxtober Prompt: Tarot   "They're Tarot cards."   Vulcan's cold, large olive-skinned hands passed 5 small pieces of paper towards Clarine. The two sat at a short coffee table, both on their knees, in the middle of Vulcan's living room. He had invited the tall Scarfox to his apartment, which was by far much more filled and larger then Clarine's- as she had little money to furnish.  The T.V roared behind Vulc...

Word Count: 233 Foxtober Prompt: Star   The wind brustled against the empty trees leaves brushing off and floating with the wind until they inevitably fell to the ground. The moon lit up the entire park, stars sparkling proudly beside it- making the moon seem as if it was twinkling and shining.  Clarine sat on a large blanket, blocking the cold grass from touching her. Beside her sat Vulcan. Vulcan glanced between her and the sky constantly, not...

Word count: 385 Foxtober Prompt: Moon   A luxurious orb shone far above the land, a gentle light far from similar to the Sun's- lighting up dark trails and streets. It almost felt as if it was shimmering with how beautiful it was. The light shone on a small balcony, where numerous plants sat- the glass door locked shut.  Clarine sat on her couch in her small living room- the light from the moon shining into her apartment and lighting it up. It m...

Word count: 386 Foxtober prompt: Cat   Clarine stumbled, stick-like legs quickly stepping away from a strange creature of black matter rolling around on the rough concrete below. The wind rustled the naked trees, leaves flying around Clarine and slowly falling to the ground- inevitably motionless. She stood in a park, all by herself, in a long hoodie holding a Pumpkin Spice Latte. Vulcan had gotten her addicted to it. "W-What are you? Spirit?!" S...

Word count: 283 Foxtober Prompt: Books   The silence of the entire room was all she could hear. A few taps, papers turning, and writing occurred once in a while- filling the quiet room as if they were the loudest sounds in the world. A ruby-haired Scarfox wandered down an aisle, books along bookcases covering every possible spot- genres listed along the ends of the cases.  Clarine, in all honesty, was a bit overwhelmed. She had never seen a libr...

Word count: 352 Foxtober prompt: Scars   "Why do you not like talking about your past?"   Clarine shot her head up, peering over at the man she knew better than before. She now knew his name was Vulcan. With a heavy sigh, she turned her head away- eyebrows furrowing.  She adjusted her tight black t-shirt and shorts, two new clothing she had bought the day prior with her better paycheck. They were out of her comfort zone, b...

Word count: 266 Foxtober prompt: Spikes   "Ouch!"    Clarine whipped her head away and held it- needles poking out from her finger. She angled her eyebrows at the assaulter- which was.. a rose bush. The Scarfox stood in a massive public greenhouse, full of butterflies and flowers. She wore her hair up in a messy bun, once again, and wore another baggy hoodie, due to not being able to afford anything else. She pricked the n...

Word count: 374 Foxtober Prompt: Crystals   Something Clarine had recently discovered was something quite... beautiful. Something as unique as the forests and flowers she's seen, something completely out of this world. Crystals. Clarine stood in a jewelry store- her large hoodie hanging off her body, her ruby red hair done up in a messy bun- untouched since the day prior, where she had slept with it. She was slouched over- knees barely bent and hands atop t...

Word count: 446 Foxtober prompt: Pet   The ocean crashed against the soft sandy beach, salty white waves reaching as far as they can inland- though only to be dragged back into the vast body of water they were forever a part of. Along the beach, protected by the slope of the sand, sat a large Scarfox. They had long- orange wavy hair, which waved in the air as if they were underwater. Their hands were positioned on either side- sometimes lifting up and grabb...