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The Curse of Changing Seas

I swam as far as I could. My tail hurt so bad, but I kept swimming. I started getting cramps, but by that time I was hundreds of miles from those monsters. They had a giant wooden...whale? Yes, it must be a whale. Nothing else was that huge. It was terrifying that the creature just listened to them as well. They must have it under some type of spell. I didn’t have too much time to continue these thoughts because soon I felt the sea change again and I ended up in another world. I can’t keep doing this, the sea changes so often that I can’t sleep. It’s too dangerous. This world seemed somewhat peaceful though, with flowers and seaweed everywhere. I decided to slow down and catch my breath. I laid down on the sandy ocean floor where the flowers and seaweed weren’t growing. I panted heavily and thought for a moment about what was happening. I was cursed by some witch because I was prettier than her, so now I’m stuck in an ever-changing see as a mermaid that everything seems to want to kill. The only way I can get out apparently is if I die. I’d rather not do that just yet, there’s got to be another way to break the curse. Suddenly a mouth just closed around me and I was trapped. I felt myself be chewed up by razor sharp teeth and I blacked out, and soon enough I was gone.

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A Harmabe Love Story

Andrew sat on the bench at his favorite park. He missed Harambe, he couldn’t believe what happened to him. His true love, gone in the blink of an eye. After sitting there for half an hour, staring at the ground with tears running down his eyes, he felt a strong hand on his his shoulder. He looked up and nearly screamed with delight. It was his beloved Harambe. He quickly wrapped his arms around the giant ape and gave him a squeeze. Harambe squeezed him back, nearly crushing all of Andrew’s ribs. They stayed in each other’s embrace for what seemed like an eternity. Andrew finally pulled back to get a good look at Harambe again, and was confused to see a very angry and muscly man frowning at him. That’s when he realized that perhaps going outside high wasn’t a good idea.

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Burning For Youth

The young boy walked, letting the gasoline can drip as he did so. He kept walking until he was sure that it was empty. Once it was, he set it down, took out his matches and smiled. The city needed a fresh start for the youth, and once he finished this, he would be done. He lit his match and watched as the small house, the last remaining building of a once great city, burned. The other children soon gathered around him, all chanting in some unknown language. He basked in the warm glow of the house and in the attention of the others. They have finally done it. Everything is going to be perfect now. They will build a Utopia from these ashes.

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The Butterfly That Followed Spring

The butterfly floated along the wind, flapping once or twice quickly when it started going down. It followed spring all the way across the states, stopping where it can to get food. The butterfly went through a lot of heat and high winds while it followed spring though. One of the high winds had pushed it against a tree. The butterfly was pinned, it’s wings nearly being torn apart. It stayed that way for an hour until it finally was able to move. It then followed spring again, it’s orange and black wings knowing where to take it. It followed because of instinct, and instinct showed it many wonderful things. The little monarch butterfly had seen many things, be it sad or happy. It’s seen kids get taken away from parents, and seen them reunited with parents as well. It’s seen animals die, as well as be saved. Yet, the butterfly never stayed where it saw of these scenes, because it followed spring. It started it’s journey when it was young, and it has aged mentally and physically with this voyage. The monarch knew only that it had to follow spring, yet in the back of it’s mind it knew more and more about life with everything it witnessed. By the time the monarch butterfly had reached the point where it couldn’t follow spring any longer, it cried. The butterfly knew that it followed spring because it only knew spring the most. The butterfly then reviewed everything it saw, all the happy moments, all the sad moment. The butterfly then knew, that it’s time was up. Winter then came, yet the butterfly wasn’t there when it showed. It was gone, swept away by the wind. The wind was the one thing the butterfly took for granted, said it hadn’t known. The wind saved the butterfly, and kept it going until it could see the other butterflies.

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I Walk Along the Sidewalk

I walked along the sidewalk, hoping that it’ll never end. I walked along the sidewalk, not expecting it to end. The sidewalk kept going and going and going for miles, until one day I walked it all. I walked off the sidewalk, searching for it’s new beginning. I walked along the sidewalk, now I paced the length of the sidewalk. Back and forth, I walked along the sidewalk, not wanting to leave, not wanting it to end. One day the world crumbled, and I fell on the sidewalk. I fell through the widening cracks of the sidewalk. I landed upon the past, remembering times before the sidewalk.

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I’ve already failed at daily posting...NEW RECORD

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Scars

The tear slid slowly down her cheek. Her mouth pulled back in a grimace as she tried not to sob out loud. She was addicted to this pain, even though she knew it was killing her. If people would find out, they’d just call her an attention whore. They all said she had it all, that she was perfect, no one ever bullied her. That didn’t keep the voices at bay. The voices kept coming back. It wasn’t a specific person. Scratch that, it was. It was her. It was her own voice saying these things. Telling her these truths, when everyone else said lies. Her hands shake as the voice came back, telling her to do it again. She listened, like always. Another scar, another mark, another ten seconds of bliss before she realized the pain wasn’t enough. It made her feel better, even if it was just for a short while. The pain sent her into an unholy bliss that no one would understand.

What’s the point? Maybe I should just end it all.. She thought. Do it….you know you want to. You won’t even be missed. The voice screeched like nails on a chalkboard in her head. The tears escaped and fell. The cut started stinging from her sadness. It spilled into her cut and made her hiss. She looked over at the clock to see it was three in the morning.

Shit. Everyone’s gonna ask why I’m tired...maybe I should just not go to sleep and drink tons of coffee… The thoughts came through logically. It sounded like a good plan. She hasn’t fallen asleep in class yet, and cheerleading practice wouldn’t be too hard. Hopefully. They won’t even question it. It’s not like they actually care, right? That damned voice from hell came back. Fighting that demon became impossible, so she let it win. It’s not like anyone will care anyhow, she hasn’t slept properly in a few days and no one’s noticed. If they do question it, she’ll just say she found a book she couldn’t put down.

The clocked spoke four and she was feeling the effects of staying up and only going on 2 two hours of sleep. Voices from hell kept coming in and out of her head, but they all blurred together and she could only make out a few. Whore, slut, bitch, fatass, go die, die, die, DIE! The tears fell harder, her cries muffled by a pillow. Her vision was blurry, but she saw that the blood hadn’t stopped flowing yet. It’s been almost an hour though… She thought, confused. Her vision was still blurry, but then she noticed the black edges. Fuck. That one word was her last thought and then it went all went dark. She was floating in nothing for a while, then she saw a bright light.

The next day, tears didn’t roll down her cheeks. They rolled down her family’s. They all cried the next day. Her mother found her on the bathroom floor, surrounded by blood.

I had wrote this last year and just recently added the last paragraph. I apologize if this triggered anyone. If you do have these type of thoughts, then I strongly suggest talking to someone about it. If talking doesn’t help, try to ask someone for some professional help.

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AGH. I’ve gotten 2 google doc pages of the story written. I think Imma stop and sleep now. GOODNIGHT

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Tbh I haven’t written anything of the story today. I could make excuses like I was busy and such, but really I was just not...feeling it I guess?? I dunno. I’m too emotional I guess. I’m listening to Train. Tryna write

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Gonna start writing a short story. I don’t have a title for it yet, but it’s gonna be a love story between a ghost who gets brought back to life and a person who helps them learn how to live again. Title suggestions are welcomed!!

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Ayyyyyyyy, sup?

I plan on posting any short stories that I might write, as well as updates on my writing! Gonna do my best to update daily, but I might miss a few. I’ll get it as I incorporate it into my routine. Enjoy!