#Writober Recap

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November Expectations

Writober Recap This Writober was a huge success. Thank you everyone who participated, linking up their images, poems, and stories. Your work was intriguing, thought provoking, entertaining, and fun. And you kept me inspired to keep working every day. Congratulations to Circe of Baldacchino di Perla, ladyleemanila, Carol anne at Therapy Bits, and A.M. Moscoso at My Enduring Bones for the scary…

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day 2 - Ringing in the ears

Zloy sat down tiredly on the ground with an extremely tired and heavy sigh. Pulling off the gloves from his hands, he only felt an insane fatigue on himself, as if he were Antlant, who holds the sky every second throughout his entire life. A terrible and disgusting ringing in the ears settled in his head. And the closer he was to death, the louder this ringing in the ears became. He was always wondering, and if he misses the situation, then.. what? Will he be a zombie with this disgusting sound in his head for the rest of his life?

Life? Hah. If only Xp had his own life. Well, more precisely, like...

He was half-dead with the ability to break or destroy everything he touched. About like Midas, who could turn anything into gold with his touch. However, the Zloy had his own special kind of such "ability". Any living thing he touched was killed a moment later. Starting with plants and ending with enemies. Convenient and dangerous at the same time.

Now the Zloy, with greenish-pale skin and deep bruises under his eyes, literally touched the grass. He ran his palm over the greenish summer grass, which after his touch became yellow, withered and completely lifeless. His skin became a flesh-colored, living tint, the bruises dissolved, as if after a good rest, and his eyes stopped looking so glassy. Fortunately, the ringing in his ears also went away along with the remnants of death from his veins. Of course, it was not possible to completely remove it from his body.

"You can remain a living dead person." - Pix, who helped him become "Schrödinger's Zloy", once told him. - "However. "Everything you touch directly will become like you."

- Zloy. - Pix's voice came from behind the guy's shoulder, and a warm touch to his shoulder made Xp turn around and see a necromancer on a minimum and just a close person. If Zloy could see himself from the outside, he would know that a fleeting warm smile appeared on his lips. - It's time for us to go.

- Hey, are you there for much longer?! - Ly voice was also heard from behind Pix, who looked like a dissatisfied fox and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to show all her dissatisfaction. Only her tail, which happily wagged from side to side, betrayed her good mood.

- Yes, yes. Let's go. - Zloy giggled, pulling gloves on his hands and clinging to Pix's hand to get up in one jerk. How nice it was not to feel that nasty ringing in my ears and to feel alive, even if only for a short moment.