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So... Short story time! I'm looking for a 200+ word story from this prompt: "Whitechapel was always damp and dreary, but the blood-spattered cobblestone made it even more haunting. The Ripper was out once more."

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The day started out as usual, that bright, glowing sun beaming down onto the city of Blackthorn, the people with their gleaming faces of joy, doing their daily tasks and activities as the normally would. There were trees spread throughout the city, with the baby birds chirping songs to their parents, the stray dogs always finding homes, no one being excluded. That is, until today, when an old man who lived here, but not really here, as he lived in a tower just a couple miles from town, and has lived for what seemed like centuries, who was always negative, finally decided that he was to move away from this "crazy, *gay-shining town" as he called it.

[*gay as in happy]

As the old man started packing his belongings, someone knocked on the wooden door of his tower.

"Who could that be?" thought the old man. He proceeded to packing his items until the knocking came again.

"Argh, alright alright, I'm coming" grouched the old man. When the man opened the door, he saw a young lad who had heard the news of the old man's leaving, and brought him some food.

"Hi sir, I heard you were leaving, and I wanted to give you some of this fresh bread my mommy baked" said the young lad.

"What, do you think I can't take care of myself? You think I'm too old to get on with doing my own thing? I don't need you's or anyone's support. "I had enough of this, this no good, 'gay' town, always happy, thinking there are no problems that will occur in their future" barked the old man.

The child then said, "Well, I only thought it would be nice to give you something. Oh well, I hope you have a good d-!"

The old man slammed the door as the boy was finishing his sentence. He then finished his packing, and moved out from the tower. He went through multiple forests, until he came across a town, that goes by the name of Whitechapel. Whitechapel was always damp and dreary, but the blood-spattered cobblestone made it even more haunting. It has been said that the Ripper was out once more. The old man didn't know what the Ripper was, but didn't care, and moved on to find a house to live in this town.

(I wrote this from scratch, and you can add to it if you need to).

#teamtrees #WAP (Water And Plant)

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