Hey all, some stuff came up in my life. I will have to postpone for now until whenever I decide to come back to this. Hopefully I can jump right back on this fun adventure in just a couple of days AND I will make up for it with a story for each day that I miss.
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
The Producer
Here is a weird little story.
The Producer
Hello, the name is Red. I live in the city of Green Hills with my siblings and cousins. My favorite part of the day is when the sun is 45 degrees in the sky. That is when I get the most shade and it gives me a chance to drink plenty of water before it evaporates into the air. My brothers Speck and Dimple are conjoined twins. As deformed as they may be, I still think they are quite sweet. I have way too many cousins to talk about but I will mention one of my favorites (although I shouldn't technically have any favorites), her name is Dotty. She is very good at hanging off branches and seems to be filled with wisdom. When we were born, our parents left us. We do not know why though, even Dotty has no idea. So, there you have it, my life on the Hill with my siblings and cousins.
"Hey, hey, Red!" I mumbled in my sleep. "Red! Wake up! The sun is about to rise." I opened one eye. It was still dark so I closed my eyes once more. "RED!" "What!? What do you want?" I opened my eyes and turned to my left. Speck looked right back at me. I asked him, "I'm up. What do you want?" Speck said, "Dotty said weird things happen during the great solar eclipse, right?" "Mhm.." "Red! Please stay awake." "Fine.. Go on." "Well, I just had a realization. Dotty said there will be another great solar eclipse very soon. She said she does not know how she knows but she can sense another one coming. Don't you think we should do something about it? Shouldn't we prepare for it?" I yawned and asked, "And how do we do that? We know nothing about these eclipses except that things get very dark and parts of our family disappears."
Speck said, "I know how we can prepare." I squinted at him, "Really? How? And don't say cover ourselves with mud! You know what happened to Flem, Twist, and Puddy. They still disappeared and a lot of their property got destroyed in the process!" Speck shook his head. "No! Of course not. My plan is even better." He grinned, "We cut ourselves and let the wounds fester. Then we'll look too gross to be taken!" I stared at him. "You sir... ARE A GENIUS!" Speck proudly smiled and said, "I got the stuff right here. Shall we begin?" I nodded and said, "Yes! But you should probably wake up Dimple before you do anything. He might not appreciate your action without an explanation first." "Aw. I wanted to scare him for once.. but fine, I'll wake him up."
After Dimple was caught up on the plan on how to stay safe during the upcoming solar eclipse, I asked Speck exactly how he was going to cut each of us. Speck pointed at a large rock nearby. We grew up hanging out on that rock. It wasn't until now that Speck has noticed a few cracks and sharp edges on it. He explained, "All we have to do is roll around on it then we should get enough scratches to look unpleasant but we will still be able to live." Dotty overheard us making plans and she shouted, "What are you guys doing? Just do what I will do. Hide! My plan is much more simpler and we won't get hurt!" Dimple said, "I have a feeling that simply hiding won't work this time."
I looked at Speck and at Dotty. I quietly said, "I'm sorry, Dotty, we must try Speck's idea." The three of us rolled across the rock and put large cuts into our skin. Red juice spilt out through each scrape. I panted and grimaced through the pain, "There. We should be safe. Now we just have to wait for the solar eclipse."
As the days went on, our wounds surely did fester. Dotty wouldn't come out of hiding and she no longer said a single word to us.
Then, the day of the great solar eclipse was upon us once more. This time I was able to see what was going on. I was definitely a lot more aware. A huge object did indeed block out the sun. Then I heard my fellow siblings and cousins scream. I saw a large object comes towards me. I yelled out in agony as it plucked me from my lifelong home. I was set on top of a large pile of my brothers, sisters, and cousins in some kind of container with a semi-clear force field around it. I cried with pain. The top of my head hurt so much. I was afraid to ask my fellow family members what kind of condition I seemed to be in right now. They, too, seemed to be hurting quite badly as well. None of us have experienced this kind of thing before.
The barrier moved and we were lifted from the ground. I suspect this must be an unidentified flying object of sorts. Eventually we were moved into a big place with a much cooler air. It wasn't quite as fresh as Green Hill's air but at least we could still breathe. I groaned and shouted, "Speck! Dimple! Dotty! Where are you?" For a moment all I could hear was a bunch of crying, moaning, and whining from the pile of family members underneath me but after another minute or so I finally heard Dimple respond, "I'm here! Still alive." I sighed with relief, "How about Speck?" There was a loud muffle. "I think Speck says he is present. And that cousin Sweetie's shoulder is covering his mouth right about now." I nodded then asked, "Any word on Dotty?" Speck said, "No. I haven't heard from her. Maybe she survived another great solar eclipse." I looked to the sky. It was a very strange sky. No longer blue. It was actually very white and it had multiple lesser immovable suns.
Suddenly, the same large object from before grabbed me and several of my relatives. It put us under a large waterfall. The liquid washed off the dirt and cleaned out my cuts. I cried as I was tossed into another container with green stripes as a force field that criss-crossed each other. The container was then transported to a new place with a whole bunch of other citizens from Green Hill. Except they weren't family members. Everyone looked different from me. We all cried out for help but nobody seemed to hear us. Eventually my relatives and I were removed from this horrible place and a large object gradually removed each of my family members from our force field container until I was the very last one. I weeped and begged for mercy. I did not want to be left alone. I wanted to leave too.
The large object swooped over me and picked me up. I tossed into total darkness and screamed until I was no more.
Huh, who knew a strawberry's demise could sound so horrible? Muahahaha. Stay tuned for tomorrow's story! It is called Tick Tock.
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Death's Pet
Here is two-year-old story. This was written shortly after one of my closest pets passed away from old age.
Death's Pet
Michael still had some tears streaked down his face as he walked away from the tiny freshly filled hole. A single cross made out of popsicle sticks stood lonesome in the backyard. On this tiny cross read "Kin: The best gerbil to have ever lived on this Earth" This sat underneath an Oak tree between a pair of rose bushes.
Michael wiped the tears away as he walked by his two older sisters Gem and Em. They were both sixteen and he was only ten. Sometimes the two of them were nice to him but they were usually quite mean. "Hey, Snotface, mom told you to take out the trash!" That was Em.
"Can't you see I'm still mourning!?" Michael asked as he crossed the room and sat in the big green beanbag chair. He slumped down and began to cry again as he remembered how Kin used to love crawling on the soft chair. Em and Gem looked at each other and both lifted the beanbag chair out from under him. "I said that mom wanted you to take out the trash!" yelled Em.
Michael yelled out in surprise then solemnly got up to do the chore. He wiped his eyes and nose before he opened the front door with the bag of trash next to his feet. There were still other kids playing outside right now and he didn't want to be seen crying. Then he picked up the trash and tossed it into the big trash can. He went back inside and crawled into bed for the rest of the night...
"Yo! Snotface! Dad said that you have to eat with us!" was all Michael heard then no more... He just laid in his bed and stared at the ceiling. His mind occasionally drifted off to sleep but other than that he just thought about all the times he had with Kin and all the stuff they still didn't get to do. "I want Kin back." was the last thing he said before he nodded off again.
When he was finally asleep, he heard a scratching noise just outside of his door. He stared at the door and slowly got up. The door gradually opened then he went to grab the door to open it a bit more but suddenly somebody jumped into his room and he began to yell for his parents. "Mom! Dad! Mo-!" Until he realized it was just Gem. "Why the heck did you do that for?" he said to her. Gem was laughing on the floor at this point and both their parents rushed into the room. They saw Gem then looked at their frightened son. "Go back to bed you two." Tim said to them. Gloria yawned and followed her husband back to bed as Gem left sniggering.
Michael climbed back into bed and eventually fell asleep again. That's when he heard the scratching again. "Gem, you better not do that or else I'm getting Dad!" Michael said towards the door. But all that replied was more scratching. "E-Em? Ge-Gem?" The scratching persisted. Then there was a quiet little knock.
Michael jumped out of bed and went to lock his door. He didn't want his sisters to scare him again. But the door gradually opened once more. Michael nearly yelled but covered his mouth with his own hands as he saw a skeletal hand hold the door open. Sure, he wanted his parents to come back but what if this was another trick his sisters were doing? His parents might start calling him a tattle-tale or remind him of the boy who cried wolf.
The hand pushed the door open wider so that Michael can see who it was. He has only seen pictures of this person. Always wearing that black robe that it wore right now. Always had arms and hands like a skeleton. And always had that hood up over its head so that nobody can see its skull. Michael whimpered and backed up against the foot of his bed, there he sat down and huddled into a ball as he continued to stare at Death.
Death turned its head down at Michael, at least that is what Michael thought it did. It then reached into a pocket on its black robe and brought out a small thing. It held the thing towards Michael so he could see it better. "K-Kin!" was all Michael was able to whisper in Death's presence. Then it held up a paper that Michael signed right away because he wanted his Kin back so badly. Death rolled up the paper and tucked it inside its robes, put the gerbil onto the bed along with a strip of paper then walked back out. Michael stared after him, not believing his eyes until he heard a soft chirping from his bed. Kin was here! He was finally back with Michael! He jumped for joy, picked up Kin who felt a bit cold but he didn't think much of it as he sat down on his bed and pet the little guy.
The next morning, Kin was placed back in his little cage with a bowl of fresh gerbil food and the bottle filled with fresh water. Michael sat on his bed and watched Kin walk around his home again. He sighed happily.
As he was eating breakfast with the rest of the family, Em stared at him. Then she said "So, how is Kin enjoying the dirt?" Then their mom swatted her on the shoulder, "Ow! I was just asking..."
"You know what just happened yesterday! Now, be nice to your brother." Gloria said as she scolded her daughters.
"It's alright mom. Kin came back!" The whole table went quiet then their Dad said, "I think you're suffering from denial." Michael stared at his family and said "No! Really! He came back, he's in his cage right now!" He got up from the table and ran back to his room to grab Kin but he was no longer there. "Kin? No!" He searched the whole room but Kin was not anywhere. Glumly, he left his room as he heard his sisters laugh at him and teased him about imagining things.
Later that day, as he watched some television to get his mind off Kin, he felt something bite his pinkie which was on the armrest of the couch. "Ow!" He looked down to see the unlucky bug that bit him. "Kin!" Michael looked at him closely. "Kin? Are you alright?" He picked up the gerbil but he bit him again. "Ow! What's gotten into you?" He carefully picked Kin up again so that he wouldn't bite him again. Then he placed him back into the cage and he sat on his bed to stare at Kin. He noticed that there was a piece of paper by his left hand. He picked it up and read "You have agreed to let Death revive all of your pets' bodies. Since the souls of your own pets are in paradise and there are many lost souls that are still in need of animal bodies, you have also given permission for your pets' bodies to be possessed by these aforementioned souls. Warning: These souls may be considered dark and wild."
"Huh?" was all Michael said after reading this then he heard Em and Gem scream in their room. He quickly ran over to their room and opened it carefully because he will be murdered if he ever trespassed into the girls' room. He peeked in and saw a Terrier in nothing but skin and bones barking at the girls who were hiding in their closet. "Hey! Over here!" then the dog turned toward him, giving the girls time to run out of the room. It was Cherry and she was foaming at the mouth. "Ahhh!" He ran back to his room and found Max the hamster, Harry the cat and Lucy the turtle all at the foot of his bed. They all looked at him darkly as Kin joined them. "Ahhh!"
Em, Gem and Michael ran down the stairs and out of the house. They noticed that the front door was chewed at the bottom to the point that there was a big enough hole for any small animal. They open the door and start running down the street as the Terrier chased them. "What did you do?" Gem screamed at Michael as they climbed up a children's' play-set in the park. "I think this was because I signed a paper!" Both girls screamed incoherent questions at him for a couple minutes until he said "I just wanted Kin back! You probably would have done the same with Cherry!" Em yelled, "we wouldn't have been this desperate! Now it's all your fault that we are being attacked by these animals!"
Michael knew this was all his fault so he formed a plan. "Em, Gem, you two distract Cherry while I go back to the house." The two girls agreed after a little more persuasion. As they distracted Cherry by bringing a foot back to the ground then yanked it back up just out of the dog's reach, Michael ran back to the house. He quickly searched around as he tried to figure out the next part of his plan. He couldn't call the police, nobody will believe him. So he went to the garage, grabbed a huge hammer. He hated this idea but he knew it would work... He went to the stairs to head up to his room but all the pets were already at the foot of the stairs. He yelled at the top of his lungs as he got rid of the zombie critters. He was panting with exhaustion from having to do the deed.
He went back to where the girls were still screaming and the dog was still trying to get to them. Michael snuck up from behind the dog and got rid of the zombie. He slumped to the ground while sobbing his eyes out, he no longer cared who caught him crying. He felt his two sisters hug him while as they cried too. The trio took off and buried the dead-for-good creatures and went back home.
That night Michael climbed into bed after he said good night to his sisters. "Good night!" The girls said at the same time. He smiled as he pulled the covers over himself and began to nod off to sleep... Then he felt something bite him. "SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Boy, oh boy, do I have a neat story in mind for all of you tomorrow. It is called The Producer.
Death's Pet
Michael still had some tears streaked down his face as he walked away from the tiny freshly filled hole. A single cross made out of popsicle sticks stood lonesome in the backyard. On this tiny cross read "Kin: The best gerbil to have ever lived on this Earth" This sat underneath an Oak tree between a pair of rose bushes.
Michael wiped the tears away as he walked by his two older sisters Gem and Em. They were both sixteen and he was only ten. Sometimes the two of them were nice to him but they were usually quite mean. "Hey, Snotface, mom told you to take out the trash!" That was Em.
"Can't you see I'm still mourning!?" Michael asked as he crossed the room and sat in the big green beanbag chair. He slumped down and began to cry again as he remembered how Kin used to love crawling on the soft chair. Em and Gem looked at each other and both lifted the beanbag chair out from under him. "I said that mom wanted you to take out the trash!" yelled Em.
Michael yelled out in surprise then solemnly got up to do the chore. He wiped his eyes and nose before he opened the front door with the bag of trash next to his feet. There were still other kids playing outside right now and he didn't want to be seen crying. Then he picked up the trash and tossed it into the big trash can. He went back inside and crawled into bed for the rest of the night...
"Yo! Snotface! Dad said that you have to eat with us!" was all Michael heard then no more... He just laid in his bed and stared at the ceiling. His mind occasionally drifted off to sleep but other than that he just thought about all the times he had with Kin and all the stuff they still didn't get to do. "I want Kin back." was the last thing he said before he nodded off again.
When he was finally asleep, he heard a scratching noise just outside of his door. He stared at the door and slowly got up. The door gradually opened then he went to grab the door to open it a bit more but suddenly somebody jumped into his room and he began to yell for his parents. "Mom! Dad! Mo-!" Until he realized it was just Gem. "Why the heck did you do that for?" he said to her. Gem was laughing on the floor at this point and both their parents rushed into the room. They saw Gem then looked at their frightened son. "Go back to bed you two." Tim said to them. Gloria yawned and followed her husband back to bed as Gem left sniggering.
Michael climbed back into bed and eventually fell asleep again. That's when he heard the scratching again. "Gem, you better not do that or else I'm getting Dad!" Michael said towards the door. But all that replied was more scratching. "E-Em? Ge-Gem?" The scratching persisted. Then there was a quiet little knock.
Michael jumped out of bed and went to lock his door. He didn't want his sisters to scare him again. But the door gradually opened once more. Michael nearly yelled but covered his mouth with his own hands as he saw a skeletal hand hold the door open. Sure, he wanted his parents to come back but what if this was another trick his sisters were doing? His parents might start calling him a tattle-tale or remind him of the boy who cried wolf.
The hand pushed the door open wider so that Michael can see who it was. He has only seen pictures of this person. Always wearing that black robe that it wore right now. Always had arms and hands like a skeleton. And always had that hood up over its head so that nobody can see its skull. Michael whimpered and backed up against the foot of his bed, there he sat down and huddled into a ball as he continued to stare at Death.
Death turned its head down at Michael, at least that is what Michael thought it did. It then reached into a pocket on its black robe and brought out a small thing. It held the thing towards Michael so he could see it better. "K-Kin!" was all Michael was able to whisper in Death's presence. Then it held up a paper that Michael signed right away because he wanted his Kin back so badly. Death rolled up the paper and tucked it inside its robes, put the gerbil onto the bed along with a strip of paper then walked back out. Michael stared after him, not believing his eyes until he heard a soft chirping from his bed. Kin was here! He was finally back with Michael! He jumped for joy, picked up Kin who felt a bit cold but he didn't think much of it as he sat down on his bed and pet the little guy.
The next morning, Kin was placed back in his little cage with a bowl of fresh gerbil food and the bottle filled with fresh water. Michael sat on his bed and watched Kin walk around his home again. He sighed happily.
As he was eating breakfast with the rest of the family, Em stared at him. Then she said "So, how is Kin enjoying the dirt?" Then their mom swatted her on the shoulder, "Ow! I was just asking..."
"You know what just happened yesterday! Now, be nice to your brother." Gloria said as she scolded her daughters.
"It's alright mom. Kin came back!" The whole table went quiet then their Dad said, "I think you're suffering from denial." Michael stared at his family and said "No! Really! He came back, he's in his cage right now!" He got up from the table and ran back to his room to grab Kin but he was no longer there. "Kin? No!" He searched the whole room but Kin was not anywhere. Glumly, he left his room as he heard his sisters laugh at him and teased him about imagining things.
Later that day, as he watched some television to get his mind off Kin, he felt something bite his pinkie which was on the armrest of the couch. "Ow!" He looked down to see the unlucky bug that bit him. "Kin!" Michael looked at him closely. "Kin? Are you alright?" He picked up the gerbil but he bit him again. "Ow! What's gotten into you?" He carefully picked Kin up again so that he wouldn't bite him again. Then he placed him back into the cage and he sat on his bed to stare at Kin. He noticed that there was a piece of paper by his left hand. He picked it up and read "You have agreed to let Death revive all of your pets' bodies. Since the souls of your own pets are in paradise and there are many lost souls that are still in need of animal bodies, you have also given permission for your pets' bodies to be possessed by these aforementioned souls. Warning: These souls may be considered dark and wild."
"Huh?" was all Michael said after reading this then he heard Em and Gem scream in their room. He quickly ran over to their room and opened it carefully because he will be murdered if he ever trespassed into the girls' room. He peeked in and saw a Terrier in nothing but skin and bones barking at the girls who were hiding in their closet. "Hey! Over here!" then the dog turned toward him, giving the girls time to run out of the room. It was Cherry and she was foaming at the mouth. "Ahhh!" He ran back to his room and found Max the hamster, Harry the cat and Lucy the turtle all at the foot of his bed. They all looked at him darkly as Kin joined them. "Ahhh!"
Em, Gem and Michael ran down the stairs and out of the house. They noticed that the front door was chewed at the bottom to the point that there was a big enough hole for any small animal. They open the door and start running down the street as the Terrier chased them. "What did you do?" Gem screamed at Michael as they climbed up a children's' play-set in the park. "I think this was because I signed a paper!" Both girls screamed incoherent questions at him for a couple minutes until he said "I just wanted Kin back! You probably would have done the same with Cherry!" Em yelled, "we wouldn't have been this desperate! Now it's all your fault that we are being attacked by these animals!"
Michael knew this was all his fault so he formed a plan. "Em, Gem, you two distract Cherry while I go back to the house." The two girls agreed after a little more persuasion. As they distracted Cherry by bringing a foot back to the ground then yanked it back up just out of the dog's reach, Michael ran back to the house. He quickly searched around as he tried to figure out the next part of his plan. He couldn't call the police, nobody will believe him. So he went to the garage, grabbed a huge hammer. He hated this idea but he knew it would work... He went to the stairs to head up to his room but all the pets were already at the foot of the stairs. He yelled at the top of his lungs as he got rid of the zombie critters. He was panting with exhaustion from having to do the deed.
He went back to where the girls were still screaming and the dog was still trying to get to them. Michael snuck up from behind the dog and got rid of the zombie. He slumped to the ground while sobbing his eyes out, he no longer cared who caught him crying. He felt his two sisters hug him while as they cried too. The trio took off and buried the dead-for-good creatures and went back home.
That night Michael climbed into bed after he said good night to his sisters. "Good night!" The girls said at the same time. He smiled as he pulled the covers over himself and began to nod off to sleep... Then he felt something bite him. "SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Boy, oh boy, do I have a neat story in mind for all of you tomorrow. It is called The Producer.
Flickering Streetlights
This one came to me one day as I walked around my neighborhood.
Flickering Streetlights
Samantha and Rick walked down the street as the sun went down. They were both thirteen and have practically grown up together since Preschool. The girl had a rough day at school. One of the older kids discovered a baby bracelet in her gym locker. She held that bracelet close to her heart because it was the last object her grandmother gave to her before she had a heart attack and passed away. Her parents have shared many stories about her dear grandmother and every day Samantha wishes she got to spend more time with her. The older teens teased her for acting like an infant then threw the bracelet into the toilet. Fortunately, she managed to punch the crony that was going to flush it down the pipe. But since Samantha used violence, she got an automatic two-hour detention.
At least she didn't have to walk home in the dark alone. Rick has always lingered around and waited for her no matter what. They were halfway home when one of the older teens from earlier appeared from a dark alleyway with fear in her eyes. She screamed at the sight of Samantha and Rick then froze. "Oh, it's just you two." Rick stood in front of Samantha and crossed his arms. "What do you want, Ashleigh?" The frightened teen straightened up and said, "I don't want anything from you two dorks." Samantha tentatively asked, "Then why are you here? Don't you live on the other side of town?" Ashleigh glanced from side to side then leaned forward and whispered, "I was running from.." Rick tilted his head. "From what?" The older teen said, "I don't know.. I don't know what it was... But one minute I was on my way home then a streetlight above me turned off and the next I was running from some weird... thing... and then I bumped into you two."
Samantha asked, "You ran all the way over here?" Ashleigh scoffed, "I didn't exactly have a choice. I was trying to get away from the monster and I didn't want it to know where I live! Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to use the payphone across the street and call my dad for a ride home." She bumped their shoulders as she passed by and walked off with her head held high.
Rick and Samantha stared after her. Then Rick grabbed Samantha's hand and pulled her along. "Come on, didn't you say that your mom was making a chicken casserole tonight? I bet it will be better than my mom's meatloaf from last night." Samantha scrunched up her nose, "I don't know about that. I really like the sauce your mom uses for her meat. My mom just covers hers with lots of cheese. I can barely taste the chicken!" The two of them laughed as they continued walking.
A streetlight ahead of them flickered. Samantha balked and pulled her friend to a stop as well. "Rick, what was that?" Rick shrugged. "Beats me. I didn't see anything." They took a few more steps and the streetlight in front of them flickered once more and the girl could have sworn she actually saw a dark, unnatural shadow this time. It seemed to only form within the dark. She froze again. Rick gently tugged on her hand. "Come on, let's go." Samantha shook her head, "No. What if Ashleigh was right? What if she really did see a monster in the dark?" Rick said, "Sammie, she's just trying to scare you. We aren't little kids anymore. We both know monsters don't exist and they definitely wouldn't be out in the open like this." She whispered, "But it isn't exactly out in the open... It lurks in the dark." He glanced at the streetlight that has stopped flickering. "Sammie, we're safe. See? The streetlight is working just fine." He pulled on her hand once more. She quietly suggested, "Let's cross the street and use the streetlights over there instead. Please?" He sighed, "If you say so... You know, if something did appear. Some kind of big, scary ol' monster, I would beat it to a pulp before it touched you!" She laughed, "Oh really? Your arms are nothing but noodles! But thanks for trying to reassure me. Let's go."
They crossed the street and walked past a few more houses and alleyways until a long series of streetlights above them and all around them turned off. She screamed and clutched onto Rick. The male teen said, "Sam! It's okay! I'm still here! Nothing is gonna get you." When nothing happened, she reluctantly released him but still kept her left hand in his right. "Rick, please don't let go." She whispered. Rick said, "Ashleigh's really got you scared? Maybe you have been watching too many Doctor Who episodes-OW!" "Don't you dare tell me to cut back on watching my Tenant with his blue box!" "Sorry. I'm sorry. You didn't have to slug me so hard... And um... You can stop pinching my left arm now too." "Rick..I'm only holding your right hand.." "Wha-AHHHHH!" His hand was suddenly yanked out of hers. "RICK!" She screeched and groped about in the dark, searching for her friend's hand, arm, any kind of body part that belonged to her childhood friend. "RI-AHHH!"
The streetlights flicker back on. There was nothing left on the sidewalk.
Since tomorrow is Sunday, I shall have a special story prepared for all of you to enjoy. I wrote it just for fun one Halloween a couple of years ago. Several family members and friends gave excellent reviews. It is called Death's Pet.
Flickering Streetlights
Samantha and Rick walked down the street as the sun went down. They were both thirteen and have practically grown up together since Preschool. The girl had a rough day at school. One of the older kids discovered a baby bracelet in her gym locker. She held that bracelet close to her heart because it was the last object her grandmother gave to her before she had a heart attack and passed away. Her parents have shared many stories about her dear grandmother and every day Samantha wishes she got to spend more time with her. The older teens teased her for acting like an infant then threw the bracelet into the toilet. Fortunately, she managed to punch the crony that was going to flush it down the pipe. But since Samantha used violence, she got an automatic two-hour detention.
At least she didn't have to walk home in the dark alone. Rick has always lingered around and waited for her no matter what. They were halfway home when one of the older teens from earlier appeared from a dark alleyway with fear in her eyes. She screamed at the sight of Samantha and Rick then froze. "Oh, it's just you two." Rick stood in front of Samantha and crossed his arms. "What do you want, Ashleigh?" The frightened teen straightened up and said, "I don't want anything from you two dorks." Samantha tentatively asked, "Then why are you here? Don't you live on the other side of town?" Ashleigh glanced from side to side then leaned forward and whispered, "I was running from.." Rick tilted his head. "From what?" The older teen said, "I don't know.. I don't know what it was... But one minute I was on my way home then a streetlight above me turned off and the next I was running from some weird... thing... and then I bumped into you two."
Samantha asked, "You ran all the way over here?" Ashleigh scoffed, "I didn't exactly have a choice. I was trying to get away from the monster and I didn't want it to know where I live! Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to use the payphone across the street and call my dad for a ride home." She bumped their shoulders as she passed by and walked off with her head held high.
Rick and Samantha stared after her. Then Rick grabbed Samantha's hand and pulled her along. "Come on, didn't you say that your mom was making a chicken casserole tonight? I bet it will be better than my mom's meatloaf from last night." Samantha scrunched up her nose, "I don't know about that. I really like the sauce your mom uses for her meat. My mom just covers hers with lots of cheese. I can barely taste the chicken!" The two of them laughed as they continued walking.
A streetlight ahead of them flickered. Samantha balked and pulled her friend to a stop as well. "Rick, what was that?" Rick shrugged. "Beats me. I didn't see anything." They took a few more steps and the streetlight in front of them flickered once more and the girl could have sworn she actually saw a dark, unnatural shadow this time. It seemed to only form within the dark. She froze again. Rick gently tugged on her hand. "Come on, let's go." Samantha shook her head, "No. What if Ashleigh was right? What if she really did see a monster in the dark?" Rick said, "Sammie, she's just trying to scare you. We aren't little kids anymore. We both know monsters don't exist and they definitely wouldn't be out in the open like this." She whispered, "But it isn't exactly out in the open... It lurks in the dark." He glanced at the streetlight that has stopped flickering. "Sammie, we're safe. See? The streetlight is working just fine." He pulled on her hand once more. She quietly suggested, "Let's cross the street and use the streetlights over there instead. Please?" He sighed, "If you say so... You know, if something did appear. Some kind of big, scary ol' monster, I would beat it to a pulp before it touched you!" She laughed, "Oh really? Your arms are nothing but noodles! But thanks for trying to reassure me. Let's go."
They crossed the street and walked past a few more houses and alleyways until a long series of streetlights above them and all around them turned off. She screamed and clutched onto Rick. The male teen said, "Sam! It's okay! I'm still here! Nothing is gonna get you." When nothing happened, she reluctantly released him but still kept her left hand in his right. "Rick, please don't let go." She whispered. Rick said, "Ashleigh's really got you scared? Maybe you have been watching too many Doctor Who episodes-OW!" "Don't you dare tell me to cut back on watching my Tenant with his blue box!" "Sorry. I'm sorry. You didn't have to slug me so hard... And um... You can stop pinching my left arm now too." "Rick..I'm only holding your right hand.." "Wha-AHHHHH!" His hand was suddenly yanked out of hers. "RICK!" She screeched and groped about in the dark, searching for her friend's hand, arm, any kind of body part that belonged to her childhood friend. "RI-AHHH!"
The streetlights flicker back on. There was nothing left on the sidewalk.
Since tomorrow is Sunday, I shall have a special story prepared for all of you to enjoy. I wrote it just for fun one Halloween a couple of years ago. Several family members and friends gave excellent reviews. It is called Death's Pet.
Friday, October 2, 2015
Swingset
This story is based on a dream I had a few years ago.
Swingset
Tabitha stomped down the street. She was fuming mad at her kid brother. He and his little friends just had to ruin such a sweet moment back at their driveway. She huffed and sat down on the curb. She shouted, "Get back here, Matt!" Silence. Of course he would hide. The little twit knew better than to respond. Especially not after the little stunt he pulled earlier today.
About three hours ago, Tabitha and Pete just pulled up in the driveway in his car. Since the weather was so nice this Saturday afternoon, her boyfriend surprised her with a picnic in the park. He packed some of her favorite food including a block of feta cheese, a box of crackers, blueberry juice, a couple of chicken salad sandwiches with sliced grapes, and a container with two slices of chocolate cake, each topped with a single cherry. He truly did spoil her. Full from the picnic and content with being with Pete, Tabitha smiled at him. Pete leaned over and kissed her. It was supposed to be a quick peck so she could head into the house and resume her Saturday's chores around the house. However, the kiss lasted a bit longer than she anticipated. Still, she did not mind one bit. She heard a faint, low squeak. Almost as if someone was wiping a window with their hand. She ignored it though. This moment was quite sweet. Pete pulled away and asked, "Hey, who's that on my car? What is he doing to my car!?" Tabitha froze. She didn't want to see. She didn't want to confirm her fears. But she had to look.
Right there, pressed against the windshield was a pair of small white buttocks. It moved from side to side. Now that she was no longer distracted by some... other things... She could hear a group of kids laughing and giggling. At first her face turned pink with embarrassment then it deepened into a dark red. She was filled with rage.
"MATT!!!" She screeched. The ten-year-old boy jumped off the hood of the car and shouted, "Kissy, kissy! Mwaaaa!" He stuck out his tongue at the two young adults still sitting in the car, mortified with the fact that a group of kids just interrupted their little moment. He faced his friends and grinned with victory. All the kids laughed. A car door slammed and the children were suddenly silent. Matt still raised his hands into the air and danced about in one spot. One boy lightly tapped on Matt's shoulder, "Matt.. Uh.. Matt.." The kid brother hooted with glee, "Did you see their faces? Did you see them? Haha!" A young girl quietly spoke, "Matt... You might want to run right about now." He stopped and asked, "Why, Cynthia? What's wrong?" She rose a shaking finger behind him. He slowly turned around and saw Tabitha standing outside of Pete's car. She was still too enraged to move forward. She huffed and puffed, like an angry bull. He screamed and ran down the street. She ran after him, leaving Pete behind. He was still checking his car to make sure the kid didn't leave any scratches. As he looked over his car a few times, a nine-year-old boy said, "... TV Tag at my place!" All the kids nodded and ran in the opposite direction, hoping that the scary lady wouldn't change her mind and tackle them instead.
So, here she was, sitting on the curb. The sun was going down and she knew she had to retrieve her brother or else her parents would kill her. But why does she have to take care of him? She is freaking twenty six years old! The kid came around when she was halfway through high school. Since there was such a high rate of teen pregnancies, everyone that didn't know her actually assumed Matt was her child. Still, she shouldn't let other people's thoughts and assumptions get to her. It wasn't her fault that her parents decided to act like rabbits without any protection one more time. She sighed. She got up and continued walking. She called out, "Hey, Matt, you can come out now. I'm not mad at you anymore. I'm sure Pete isn't mad anymore either. That is, as long as you didn't do anything else to Madonna besides putting your sorry butt all over the windshield." Yeah, her boyfriend really did give his car that name. He once said it was because of the way the engine purred. It was like music to him.
Silence. "Matt? This isn't funny anymore." She continued to move forward. The sun is down, the streetlights flicker on. She hears a squeak. She jumped and looked to her right. It was just a swing. It was tied to an old Cherry tree. As the evening fog rolled through the suburbs, it seemed to add a slight eeriness to this swing. It had a strange pull on Tabitha. This tree was located between two houses. It seemed like nobody has cared for this tree for years. It grew wild. The roots were gnarled and tore through the edge of the sidewalk. She moved closer to this odd sight. She touched the seat of the swing and realized someone was just on it. The seat was still warm. Knowing her brother and his love for swings, she would bet a hundred dollars that he couldn't resist giving this new swing a try. Well, it wasn't actually new. Judging by the chains and rope, this swing has been around for quite some time now. It was amazing how it was still here. Nevertheless, this tree and its swing was still new to her. She didn't understand why she has never noticed it before.
Just as she was about to sit on the swing, an elderly man came from the woods behind the two houses and shouted, "Stop! Stop! Get off that swing right now!" Tabitha froze and tilted her head. "What do you mean? It's just a swing. I've been chasing my brother all afternoon. I'm tired and I'd rather sit here instead of on the curb." The man had long grey hair, a sunken face, and wore tattered clothes as if he got them from a dumpster. "Tabitha! Don't!" She stared at him. "How do you know my name?" She squinted her eyes at him. The man shook his head and rapidly said, "It's not important! What's important is that you don't sit on that swing! Please! You don't know a thing about this tree or its swing." She shook her head. "I'm sorry.. I think you forgot to take your medication." He grabbed her wrists. She shouted, "Let go!" He said, "No! Please. Tabitha, listen-" "There you go again! How do you know my name?" She asked. He sighed, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She squinted her eyes at him once more. "Try me." He released her hands, took a step back, and stated, "I am Matt. Your little brother." There was a moment of silence.
"You're crazy." "I am NOT! Just a few short hours ago I was on Pete's car rubbing my rump all over-" "Oh my gosh! Not only are you crazy, you are also a perv! Watching little kids from a distance." He growled, "I am not crazy, nor a perv! Well, Cynthia did complain once when I yanked on her skirt once-" "UGH! You messed with Cynthia? She's only nine!" Tabitha took a step back and the man grabbed her hands. "Careful! Don't fall into the swing." She batted his hands away and fell into the seat. "Nooo! Tabitha!"
Bits of rope from the swing pulled away and wrapped itself around the young adult. She stared at the old man. "What is this? What is this swing doing to me?" The old man had a look of fear and sadness as he whispered, "Tabitha... It ages people.. As long as you don't move the swing, it will have no affect on you." She stopped struggling. "How is that a bad thing? I bet there is a way to reverse the effect." He shook his head. "I tried everything. Once you age, you stay there. It seems to have a one-time use for each person. This tree appears to feed off of people's years... I'm sorry, Tabby.." Her eyes widened. "Matt... It's really you..." He sadly nodded. "So... There is no way out of this?" He looked at her. "Like I've said.. I've tried everything. Called people for help. Nobody heard me. There seems to be some kind of barrier around the tree. It only shows itself to certain people." She gulped, "How... how many years do you think it took from you?" He looked at the tree. "Eighty." She gasped and looked down at her bound wrists. "Eighty... That means..." Matt nodded. "I am so sorry, Tabby.. When the wind blows... That's when you'll... I'm so sorry." He leaned back against the tree and slid to the ground. His face distorted with pain. "Matt! What's wrong?" He groaned, "It's nothing... Just... I don't know... I can't breathe.." Tabitha's eyes teared up. The years must have finally caught up to her kid brother. "Matt? MATT!"
She struggled with the swing and gasped, "Oh no.." The swing wiggled.. Then moved back and forth. It swung higher, higher, until she was going over the branch time after time. The way the swing was tied to the branch allowed it to spin without the ropes growing shorter. She screamed until there was silence. All there was left was a pile of clothes and dust. The old man opened his eyes and stood up. "Perfect." He pulled out a vial from his ragged jacket and scooped up some of the ashes. "I may look old... But I am much older than anyone can really guess. Ah, Tabitha.. You were more difficult to fool than that pathetic kid Matt. But I still got you. How I love immortality. Especially when I can trick others into paying the price for me." He grinned and walked back into the woods. He lived in small cottage within the cover of the trees. There, he poured the dust into a saucepan on top of a stove in the kitchen. "Two for the price of one. Today's meal shall be quite a feast!" He cackled as he stirred.
Well, that was rather morbid, wasn't it? Come back tomorrow for the next story called Flickering Streetlights.
Swingset
Tabitha stomped down the street. She was fuming mad at her kid brother. He and his little friends just had to ruin such a sweet moment back at their driveway. She huffed and sat down on the curb. She shouted, "Get back here, Matt!" Silence. Of course he would hide. The little twit knew better than to respond. Especially not after the little stunt he pulled earlier today.
About three hours ago, Tabitha and Pete just pulled up in the driveway in his car. Since the weather was so nice this Saturday afternoon, her boyfriend surprised her with a picnic in the park. He packed some of her favorite food including a block of feta cheese, a box of crackers, blueberry juice, a couple of chicken salad sandwiches with sliced grapes, and a container with two slices of chocolate cake, each topped with a single cherry. He truly did spoil her. Full from the picnic and content with being with Pete, Tabitha smiled at him. Pete leaned over and kissed her. It was supposed to be a quick peck so she could head into the house and resume her Saturday's chores around the house. However, the kiss lasted a bit longer than she anticipated. Still, she did not mind one bit. She heard a faint, low squeak. Almost as if someone was wiping a window with their hand. She ignored it though. This moment was quite sweet. Pete pulled away and asked, "Hey, who's that on my car? What is he doing to my car!?" Tabitha froze. She didn't want to see. She didn't want to confirm her fears. But she had to look.
Right there, pressed against the windshield was a pair of small white buttocks. It moved from side to side. Now that she was no longer distracted by some... other things... She could hear a group of kids laughing and giggling. At first her face turned pink with embarrassment then it deepened into a dark red. She was filled with rage.
"MATT!!!" She screeched. The ten-year-old boy jumped off the hood of the car and shouted, "Kissy, kissy! Mwaaaa!" He stuck out his tongue at the two young adults still sitting in the car, mortified with the fact that a group of kids just interrupted their little moment. He faced his friends and grinned with victory. All the kids laughed. A car door slammed and the children were suddenly silent. Matt still raised his hands into the air and danced about in one spot. One boy lightly tapped on Matt's shoulder, "Matt.. Uh.. Matt.." The kid brother hooted with glee, "Did you see their faces? Did you see them? Haha!" A young girl quietly spoke, "Matt... You might want to run right about now." He stopped and asked, "Why, Cynthia? What's wrong?" She rose a shaking finger behind him. He slowly turned around and saw Tabitha standing outside of Pete's car. She was still too enraged to move forward. She huffed and puffed, like an angry bull. He screamed and ran down the street. She ran after him, leaving Pete behind. He was still checking his car to make sure the kid didn't leave any scratches. As he looked over his car a few times, a nine-year-old boy said, "... TV Tag at my place!" All the kids nodded and ran in the opposite direction, hoping that the scary lady wouldn't change her mind and tackle them instead.
So, here she was, sitting on the curb. The sun was going down and she knew she had to retrieve her brother or else her parents would kill her. But why does she have to take care of him? She is freaking twenty six years old! The kid came around when she was halfway through high school. Since there was such a high rate of teen pregnancies, everyone that didn't know her actually assumed Matt was her child. Still, she shouldn't let other people's thoughts and assumptions get to her. It wasn't her fault that her parents decided to act like rabbits without any protection one more time. She sighed. She got up and continued walking. She called out, "Hey, Matt, you can come out now. I'm not mad at you anymore. I'm sure Pete isn't mad anymore either. That is, as long as you didn't do anything else to Madonna besides putting your sorry butt all over the windshield." Yeah, her boyfriend really did give his car that name. He once said it was because of the way the engine purred. It was like music to him.
Silence. "Matt? This isn't funny anymore." She continued to move forward. The sun is down, the streetlights flicker on. She hears a squeak. She jumped and looked to her right. It was just a swing. It was tied to an old Cherry tree. As the evening fog rolled through the suburbs, it seemed to add a slight eeriness to this swing. It had a strange pull on Tabitha. This tree was located between two houses. It seemed like nobody has cared for this tree for years. It grew wild. The roots were gnarled and tore through the edge of the sidewalk. She moved closer to this odd sight. She touched the seat of the swing and realized someone was just on it. The seat was still warm. Knowing her brother and his love for swings, she would bet a hundred dollars that he couldn't resist giving this new swing a try. Well, it wasn't actually new. Judging by the chains and rope, this swing has been around for quite some time now. It was amazing how it was still here. Nevertheless, this tree and its swing was still new to her. She didn't understand why she has never noticed it before.
Just as she was about to sit on the swing, an elderly man came from the woods behind the two houses and shouted, "Stop! Stop! Get off that swing right now!" Tabitha froze and tilted her head. "What do you mean? It's just a swing. I've been chasing my brother all afternoon. I'm tired and I'd rather sit here instead of on the curb." The man had long grey hair, a sunken face, and wore tattered clothes as if he got them from a dumpster. "Tabitha! Don't!" She stared at him. "How do you know my name?" She squinted her eyes at him. The man shook his head and rapidly said, "It's not important! What's important is that you don't sit on that swing! Please! You don't know a thing about this tree or its swing." She shook her head. "I'm sorry.. I think you forgot to take your medication." He grabbed her wrists. She shouted, "Let go!" He said, "No! Please. Tabitha, listen-" "There you go again! How do you know my name?" She asked. He sighed, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She squinted her eyes at him once more. "Try me." He released her hands, took a step back, and stated, "I am Matt. Your little brother." There was a moment of silence.
"You're crazy." "I am NOT! Just a few short hours ago I was on Pete's car rubbing my rump all over-" "Oh my gosh! Not only are you crazy, you are also a perv! Watching little kids from a distance." He growled, "I am not crazy, nor a perv! Well, Cynthia did complain once when I yanked on her skirt once-" "UGH! You messed with Cynthia? She's only nine!" Tabitha took a step back and the man grabbed her hands. "Careful! Don't fall into the swing." She batted his hands away and fell into the seat. "Nooo! Tabitha!"
Bits of rope from the swing pulled away and wrapped itself around the young adult. She stared at the old man. "What is this? What is this swing doing to me?" The old man had a look of fear and sadness as he whispered, "Tabitha... It ages people.. As long as you don't move the swing, it will have no affect on you." She stopped struggling. "How is that a bad thing? I bet there is a way to reverse the effect." He shook his head. "I tried everything. Once you age, you stay there. It seems to have a one-time use for each person. This tree appears to feed off of people's years... I'm sorry, Tabby.." Her eyes widened. "Matt... It's really you..." He sadly nodded. "So... There is no way out of this?" He looked at her. "Like I've said.. I've tried everything. Called people for help. Nobody heard me. There seems to be some kind of barrier around the tree. It only shows itself to certain people." She gulped, "How... how many years do you think it took from you?" He looked at the tree. "Eighty." She gasped and looked down at her bound wrists. "Eighty... That means..." Matt nodded. "I am so sorry, Tabby.. When the wind blows... That's when you'll... I'm so sorry." He leaned back against the tree and slid to the ground. His face distorted with pain. "Matt! What's wrong?" He groaned, "It's nothing... Just... I don't know... I can't breathe.." Tabitha's eyes teared up. The years must have finally caught up to her kid brother. "Matt? MATT!"
She struggled with the swing and gasped, "Oh no.." The swing wiggled.. Then moved back and forth. It swung higher, higher, until she was going over the branch time after time. The way the swing was tied to the branch allowed it to spin without the ropes growing shorter. She screamed until there was silence. All there was left was a pile of clothes and dust. The old man opened his eyes and stood up. "Perfect." He pulled out a vial from his ragged jacket and scooped up some of the ashes. "I may look old... But I am much older than anyone can really guess. Ah, Tabitha.. You were more difficult to fool than that pathetic kid Matt. But I still got you. How I love immortality. Especially when I can trick others into paying the price for me." He grinned and walked back into the woods. He lived in small cottage within the cover of the trees. There, he poured the dust into a saucepan on top of a stove in the kitchen. "Two for the price of one. Today's meal shall be quite a feast!" He cackled as he stirred.
Well, that was rather morbid, wasn't it? Come back tomorrow for the next story called Flickering Streetlights.
Thursday, October 1, 2015
The Shack
Personal Writer's Challenge
Oh, hey, check it out! It is the first day of October. This year I have decided to post a short scary story for each day of this month. Yes. That means 31 short stories. This is going to be fun! Now, that does not mean I will write every single day. I may write a couple of extras for Sundays and for any other day when I do not have time to write out a story. I will also post a couple of old stories that I have tucked away. As for today, I want to share my first brainchild which inspired me to start writing for fun at the age of eleven. Okay, I truly began to write when I got into 9th grade but this story is still essentially the beginning of beginnings. Keep in mind I do not have the original page with me but I still did my best to rewrite it word for word back in 2008, bad grammar and all. So, without further ado I would like to introduce you to:
The Shack
As the little girl runs down the street, she carries a candy bag on her arm since she is trick or treating tonight. Her name is Kelly and she is nine years old. Then she runs up to a shack and wants to explore in it. She has always liked exploring in strange and odd places. Kelly opens the shack's door and walks into it. Then she hears something...she wonders what it is...then the door shuts! A couple cockroaches come out of the shadows, Kelly screams and climbs on top of an old battered table. Then she notices a ghost appearing, a bat turning into a vampire, and a huge monster. Kelly screams "HELP!"
She wakes up screaming. Kelly stops screaming after realizing where she is now. Calming down, Kelly looks around and notices she is back in her bed in her foster parents' house. Then she hears something. She hopes its just the old pipes in the walls but something about the sound made her hair stand up on the back of her neck. She looks underneath her bed to check if it’s only her little brother and sister, who are twins, making the sound. She says "Mike! Lucy! You better not be under my bed or I'm going to tell Sarah!" Sarah is her foster mom and the twins' mom. She looks under her bed and..."AAAHHH!"
Stay tuned for tomorrow's story: Swingset
Oh, hey, check it out! It is the first day of October. This year I have decided to post a short scary story for each day of this month. Yes. That means 31 short stories. This is going to be fun! Now, that does not mean I will write every single day. I may write a couple of extras for Sundays and for any other day when I do not have time to write out a story. I will also post a couple of old stories that I have tucked away. As for today, I want to share my first brainchild which inspired me to start writing for fun at the age of eleven. Okay, I truly began to write when I got into 9th grade but this story is still essentially the beginning of beginnings. Keep in mind I do not have the original page with me but I still did my best to rewrite it word for word back in 2008, bad grammar and all. So, without further ado I would like to introduce you to:
The Shack
As the little girl runs down the street, she carries a candy bag on her arm since she is trick or treating tonight. Her name is Kelly and she is nine years old. Then she runs up to a shack and wants to explore in it. She has always liked exploring in strange and odd places. Kelly opens the shack's door and walks into it. Then she hears something...she wonders what it is...then the door shuts! A couple cockroaches come out of the shadows, Kelly screams and climbs on top of an old battered table. Then she notices a ghost appearing, a bat turning into a vampire, and a huge monster. Kelly screams "HELP!"
She wakes up screaming. Kelly stops screaming after realizing where she is now. Calming down, Kelly looks around and notices she is back in her bed in her foster parents' house. Then she hears something. She hopes its just the old pipes in the walls but something about the sound made her hair stand up on the back of her neck. She looks underneath her bed to check if it’s only her little brother and sister, who are twins, making the sound. She says "Mike! Lucy! You better not be under my bed or I'm going to tell Sarah!" Sarah is her foster mom and the twins' mom. She looks under her bed and..."AAAHHH!"
Stay tuned for tomorrow's story: Swingset
Friday, July 20, 2012
Stay Strong
Written on 3/14/11
Sitting in a large room,
I look about, with a little smile.
I'm safe and my friends are here.
That only lasts for a short while..
With just a little uttered word,
My world turns upside down.
A sudden volley of memories,
Surrounds me and I drown.
Ah, don't you just love it,
when blocked memories appear?
Recently, they've been popping up,
Some things suddenly get more clear.
I gasp out short breaths,
My hands clench into fists.
I blink several times
Everything seems to go amiss.
I sit as still as I can be,
I do not, will not cry.
No, not here, not now.
Gotta stay strong, gotta try.
Who cares about the memories?
It's all in the past, am I right?
Everybody deserves another chance.
Shouldn't the future be bright?
I must stay strong,
I should stay strong.
I need to stay strong.
I have to stay strong.
Don't cry, never cry.
Don't do it, no.
Not here, not now.
That's all I know.
I keep telling myself,
That I should stay strong.
When it comes to these things,
Usually I'm not wrong.
Just hang in there,
Forget about it,
Think happy thoughts.
Calm down, just sit.
Need to forgive others.
The past is the past,
Everything's better now.
Bad things never last.
I'm not alone, never alone.
I have plenty of friends,
I've got family too.
They're nearby to the very end.
Not only do I have these things,
Jesus Christ’s also on my side.
So long as I have faith in Him,
I can swim against any tide.
Slowly, things start to improve.
I can breathe again, I can breathe.
Things aren't as bad as they seem.
Nothing's going to make me seethe.
Here I am once more, in the room
I am safe. nothing will harm me.
My emotions are in check again.
It's just all in my head, you see.
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