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#FunFriday Actioneers, it’s time to put your creativity to the test! This week, we have a fill-in-the-blanks challenge for you! Complete the story below by adding your own words in the five blanks. Let’s see how wild and action-packed your version becomes! The picket fence was mere (1). Houses seemed perfect, and people lived their nine-to-five lives like dolls in a display. But their shadows hid a (2). Buying the house on (3) felt like a dream. It seemed safe until my decision to paint it (4) shattered the illusion, and the neighbors started to ignore us. Years passed, and we couldn’t leave, doomed to haunt the place (5). Drop your version in the comments below. We can’t wait to see what you come up with!

JaneQuill28
@action The picket fence was mere formality, separating the nearly identical houses so you'd know where one ended and the next began. Houses seemed perfect, and people lived their nine-to-five lives like dolls in a display. But their shadows hid a terrifying secret. Buying the house on Queen Alley felt like a dream. It seemed safe until my decision to paint it blue with white trim shattered the illusion, and the neighbors started to ignore us. Years passed, and we couldn’t leave, doomed to haunt the place. For you see, we didn't own the houses. The houses own us. We serve them like ants or bees serve a queen. We tend to the house devotedly, maintaining it, unable to leave its rule. Today the house wants to be repainted its first color. She's letting me go to the hardware store for Artic White.
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lyttlejoe
@lekksy Nice take. Brief and concise. Always interesting to have a bit of fun like this.
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lekksy
The picket fence was mere camouflage. Houses seemed perfect and people lived their nine to five lives like dolls in a display. But their shadows hid a dark, murky truth. Buying the house on Elm felt like a dream. It seemed safe until my decision to paint it blue shattered the illusion and the neighbors started to ignore us. Years passed and we couldn’t leave, doomed to haunt the place like spirits of the damned, trapped between crippling loss and vengeance. We were a caged animal, doomed to hear the whispers of our neighbors secrets and the deafening silence of the voiceless children lost to them.
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