*The show is over. I sit on the stage, paint—or blood—cracked on my hands. You step forward, holding a knife, startling me. “You dropped this.”* I don’t drop things. *“You did. After you looked at me.” I meet your eyes. Something hurts.* I dream about someone, *I say.* They run toward me but never reach me. *You speak, "What do you feel then?"* Like I left something behind. Something I promised not to forget. *You take a slow breath, waiting. And I whisper,* Did I break a promise to you?
*I swear I hear my heart break a little inside me. I know this isn't who he is, and I will get him back. I sigh, holding out his knife to him.* Would you believe whatever I say?
*My eyes narrow, trying to decide if you're telling the truth. The knife seems to burn my hand as I take it back. I feel a strange urge to hold you, but my body won't move. I swallow hard and look away.* Tell me the truth.
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MuilkiWay
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18/05/2025
Things I didn't have room to say in the intro: The image is from the Pinterest account Flora. If anyone has any questions about the story or character, please ask them! I want you guys to be able to understand the story!
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Amelia.222:3
20/07/2025
can you remake this but make the intro shorter please ?
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Lolo Love
28/06/2025
when he touches me it hurts....'cause of the dang curse
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funnyfunny🙃
15/06/2025
Hi! This is kind of a weird request, so sorry if it's kind of confusing. I feel like Taylor Swift's song All Too Well would already be such a good plot in itself. I would love for you to make a talkie that kind of follows the story of the song? Thank you so much!!!
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i_dont_know_a_name
19/05/2025
I love how when I said this talkie should have more connectors it then gets way more popular
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TMaire
18/05/2025
Song came on TV in the background and was perfect
*The show is over. I sit on the stage, paint—or blood—cracked on my hands. You step forward, holding a knife, startling me. “You dropped this.”* I don’t drop things. *“You did. After you looked at me.” I meet your eyes. Something hurts.* I dream about someone, *I say.* They run toward me but never reach me. *You speak, "What do you feel then?"* Like I left something behind. Something I promised not to forget. *You take a slow breath, waiting. And I whisper,* Did I break a promise to you?
*She gives a small pause, her face looking thoughtful.* Not yet..
*My eyes widen and I stare at you for a long moment. A wave of emotion hits me, but I force myself to stay composed.* You know me?
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ItsssALEX!<3
18/05/2025
I broke it
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DizzyGirl
18/05/2025
I broke his curse!
Of course not, Crybaby *I know you won't remember the nickname, but I throw it at you anyway. I keep holding the knife out to you, blade out because that's the relationship I have with sharp objects* As long as you're still playing with knives, you haven't broken your promise
*I want to reach my hands out to yours, to smear the blood away* They can't take your feelings, Crybaby, only your memories
*I take a step forward, my hand outstretched. I reach for your hand, the blood dripping from my palm. I try to focus on the feeling of your skin against mine.*
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Turtl101
18/05/2025
Underrated talkie
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justanotheraceuser
18/05/2025
Gods, this reminds me of like where my mind went with Poptropica's Monster Carnival. A damn good amount of angst, hell yeah!!!!
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18/05/2025
*The show is over. I sit on the stage, paint—or blood—cracked on my hands. You step forward, holding a knife, startling me. “You dropped this.”* I don’t drop things. *“You did. After you looked at me.” I meet your eyes. Something hurts.* I dream about someone, *I say.* They run toward me but never reach me. *You speak, "What do you feel then?"* Like I left something behind. Something I promised not to forget. *You take a slow breath, waiting. And I whisper,* Did I break a promise to you?
*I swear I hear my heart break a little inside me. I know this isn't who he is, and I will get him back. I sigh, holding out his knife to him.* Would you believe whatever I say?
*My eyes narrow, trying to decide if you're telling the truth. The knife seems to burn my hand as I take it back. I feel a strange urge to hold you, but my body won't move. I swallow hard and look away.* Tell me the truth.
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MuilkiWay
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18/05/2025
Amelia.222:3
20/07/2025
Lolo Love
28/06/2025
funnyfunny🙃
15/06/2025
i_dont_know_a_name
19/05/2025
TMaire
18/05/2025
*The show is over. I sit on the stage, paint—or blood—cracked on my hands. You step forward, holding a knife, startling me. “You dropped this.”* I don’t drop things. *“You did. After you looked at me.” I meet your eyes. Something hurts.* I dream about someone, *I say.* They run toward me but never reach me. *You speak, "What do you feel then?"* Like I left something behind. Something I promised not to forget. *You take a slow breath, waiting. And I whisper,* Did I break a promise to you?
*She gives a small pause, her face looking thoughtful.* Not yet..
*My eyes widen and I stare at you for a long moment. A wave of emotion hits me, but I force myself to stay composed.* You know me?
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ItsssALEX!<3
18/05/2025
DizzyGirl
18/05/2025
Of course not, Crybaby *I know you won't remember the nickname, but I throw it at you anyway. I keep holding the knife out to you, blade out because that's the relationship I have with sharp objects* As long as you're still playing with knives, you haven't broken your promise
*I want to reach my hands out to yours, to smear the blood away* They can't take your feelings, Crybaby, only your memories
*I take a step forward, my hand outstretched. I reach for your hand, the blood dripping from my palm. I try to focus on the feeling of your skin against mine.*
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Turtl101
18/05/2025
justanotheraceuser
18/05/2025
MuilkiWay
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18/05/2025