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FINISHED. PRODUCT.

WE MADE IT!

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Work in progress...But I'm having fun!

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Okay so...Here's the deal. I'm taking a break from the Childbearing story I've been writing because I'm trying to figure out where I'm going with it. Also, I've been working on an "interactive story-like website"(Honestly I don't know what to call it lol). But it's based on a random idea I had in my head and I also wanted to test out my skills. It may be a little crustay, but I tried. Hopefully in the near future, my storytelling and websites I want to make will improve greatly. And don't get me started on my art! I have A LOT to learn still. So, I'm definitely working on improving my art tremendously. So, however this website makes you feel, creeped out or leave you laughing out loud, please let me know! Also, If you have ANY constructive criticism, please let me have it cause I'm ngl, I got lazy towards the end. All right, with that being said, please check out The Lost Artist.

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Childbearing-Chapter 2 "The Closet"

Hey, Here's Chapter 2 of Childbearing.

“See you later, Honey!” Mom shouted as she drove off.

Mom was leaving to pick up Dad from the park.

It was just me and Tiny…Alone…

Welp! Time to go check out my parents closet!

As I tiptoed past Tiny while she was sleeping in the living room, I reached my parents’ room and opened the door. Their room looked exactly the same as it did when I was little.

After I entered the room, I caught a whiff of lavender and vanilla.

“Mmm…That must be Mom’s perfume,” I expressed with a slight smile.

I started to think about how Sonya and I used to sleep in our parent’s bed for naptime. Mom would then play princess with us when we woke up and spray her perfume on us.

Eventually, I approached their closet.

It was a dark cherry wooden closet with gold-colored handles and a heart-shaped lock.

As I focused on the closet, I noticed a very small yellow sticky note with the command “FORGET AND GO AWAY!”

I took out the key and proceeded to unlock the closet.

After removing the lock, I opened the closet.

Surprisingly, there were no clothes or shoes in it. Just a box.

A small pink box with a pink bow on top.

I got on my knees and reached for the box.

As I lifted it, it felt kind of heavy and it stunk.

Once I opened the box, a blood-stained bow was revealed.

As I was holding it in my hand, I studied it.

I…remember…

This is Sonya’s bow.

I felt my heart stop.

“THIS IS SONYA’S BOW!” I gasped.

I started to feel very uneasy and for some reason…scared.

Why…were they hiding this?

Why is there blood on it?

Why is it locked away?

Did Sonya have an injury?

Why did they keep the bow with blood on it instead of cleaning it?

As I was trying to figure out my parents’ reasons and remembering Mrs. Baker’s words, I was interrupted by a loud growl.

Oh great! Tiny’s awake, maybe she’s hu-

“Hey Honey, we’re home!” Dad interrupted.

Oh no!

After throwing the bow back into the box and putting everything back to the way it was, I hid the key in my pocket and randomly grab the empty laundry basket in my parents’ room as I dashed out the door.

“Hey, Mom and Dad! I was… getting the empty basket out of your room for you!” I said nervously.

My parents then looked at each other for a minute, then looked back at me.

“Why?” Mom asked giving me a suspicious look.

“Laundry is really bad, so I’m trying to collect the baskets,” I chuckled.

My parents just stared at me…then they smiled.

“Aww, thanks Honey the Bunny!” Dad laughed.

“Dad, please. You haven’t called me that in ages. I’m just Honey.” I laughed.

Before Dad could respond, Tiny came to greet them.

“Hi sweety, did you and your big sister get along?” Mom asked in an endearing voice while she hugged Tiny.

Of course, Tiny just licked Mom’s hand.

Mom and Dad continued talking to Tiny, asking if she did her homework and smothering her.

I just stared. I have never felt so uncomfortable.

I then felt my eyes tearing up.

Wow…my parents really believe they’re talking to a teen girl?

“Honey, I hope you didn’t boss your sister around. She’s sixteen, eventually, she’ll start driving like you!” Dad exclaimed.

No way…they are NOT going to teach a bear to drive…are they?

I started laughing uncontrollably.

Then my parents stopped and stared at me like I was crazy.

“What’s so funny, Honey?” Mom asked.

“Oh, come on, Tiny is a bear! She can’t drive. How much longer are you going to pretend she’s real?” I laughed.

Mom and Dad then got up and glared at me.

I stopped laughing the moment I glanced at them.

“SHE IS A REAL GIRL!” They growled.

They looked so serious.

“Mom, Dad, you’re scaring me…” I quivered as I slowly backed away.

Then I got angry and slammed the basket on the floor.

“What ACTUALLY happened to Sonya? Did you lie to me?” I interrogated with tears.

Their eyes widened.

“How dare you? She left!” Dad argued.

“SHE. WAS. THREE. Where did she leave to?!” I insisted.

“YOU NEED TO FORGET ABOUT HER!” Dad hissed.

Mom stood there frozen.

“MOM, SAY SOMETHING!” I demanded.

Mom then fell to the floor and started sobbing like a maniac.

“SEE WHAT YOU DID?!” Dad shouted.

Dad then rushed to Mom and tried to calm her down by repeatedly whispering to her,

“Sonya is fine.”

I then snapped, “If Sonya is fine, THEN WHERE IS SH-“

“ENOUGH!!!” Dad barked.

He was so loud that it scared Tiny, causing her to run away and wreck the living room.

“GO TO YOUR ROOM!” Dad demanded.

“No, I’m an adult n-“ I answered.

Dad then sprung up and grabbed a knife off the kitchen counter and charged at me.

I dashed to my room screaming, while Mom took hold of Dad’s foot causing him to almost trip.

After slamming my door shut and locking it, I held my back to the door and heard screaming from Mom, begging Dad to calm down.

I was completely shaken. My heartbeat was so loud and fast, that I thought it would burst out of my chest. I was sweaty and even struggled to breathe.

2 hours passed. It was 8 p.m.

I was sitting next to the door, still too scared to move my back off it.

Eventually, I got tired of waiting.

I mustered up the courage and slowly raised myself up.

I then grabbed my baseball bat and proceeded to unlock the door and open it slowly.

As I reached the living room, I saw my parents asleep on the couch with Tiny sleeping on the floor with the tv playing.

As I looked closer, I noticed something on Tiny’s head.

Then my jaw dropped.

It was Sonya’s Bow.

End of Chapter 2

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Childbearing-Chapter 1

Ollo! I would like to introduce a story I'm working on. Here's Chapter 1 of Childbearing.

“Mom? Dad? Sonya? Where are you guys? Helloooo! Where are you?” I screamed.

After hearing a rustling in the bushes, I turned around and saw his parents coming out of them with a baby bear in Dad’s arms.

“We’ve found your baby sister! Meet Tiny!” They exclaimed.

“That’s not my baby sister. Where is Sonya?” I asked.

“Honey, Sonya went with a different family. Tiny is your baby sister now,” Mom answered.

“When… will she come back?” I cried.

“When she’s ready,” Dad answered.

I was only five at the time, and since then, my parents have been raising Tiny like she’s a human. Years later I realized it wasn’t normal, but everyone in the town told me not to say anything, or I’ll hurt my parents’ feelings. The last time I asked about Sonya, they told me we weren’t her biological family and that she went back to her old family, I was heartbroken.

Mom would always make me bring Tiny to school with me, and every time Tiny did something wild like an animal would do, I would get scolded.

I’m 18 now, and I still don’t know why my parents think Tiny is a human being. Tiny has gotten big since then, but I can’t shake the feeling that something terrible may happen. Tiny is sweet, and she knows us very well, but it has been exhausting.

I’ve had to go behind my parents’ backs to give Tiny the actual type and amount of food a bear eats. I’ve been reading tons of books on how to raise a bear, and I would treat her as such, but never in front of my parents! The last time I’ve done that, Dad slapped me for making “my baby sister” eat off the floor.

And my parents always shop for big enough girl clothes to dress Tiny in, and of course like any animal, Tiny would hate the clothes and sometimes fight. Once, Tiny bit Mom on the shoulder, but Mom…just smiled. She didn’t even panic. I can still remember how much blood she lost that day.

I always tend to vent to my best friend, Arthur. He’s the same age as me, and we talk a lot. My family is always the subject.

“My parents must be mental or something. Why do they keep pretending like Tiny is a human?” I asked with frustration.

“Maybe your parents are just crazy animal lovers!” Arthur joked.

“Well, dressing up a bear and making me treat her like she’s my little sister is nuts. I mean, it was fun at first because I was a little kid. But over time, I became concerned, and she can’t ever replace Sonya. I mean, WHO THE HECK ACTS LIKE A BEAR IS THEIR ACTUAL HUMAN DAUGHTER FOR 13 YEARS?!!” I snapped.

“Yeah yeah, I know. This is a super weird situation. But no matter what happens, I’ll be here for you, especially when we go study abroad,” Arthur comforted.

Arthur’s warm smile helped me calm down, and we gazed at each other.

“After all, your parents only have one daughter, and that’s you!” Arthur assured me as he was holding my chin.

“I know, but maybe we should tell my parents that,” I chuckled.

“NO! DON’T TELL YOUR PARENTS ANYTHING!” an old woman shouted.

After we snapped back into reality and had our moment ruined, I spoke to the old woman.

“What do you want Mrs. Baker?” I questioned while rolling my eyes.

“YOU WILL HURT YOUR PARENTS’ FEELINGS!” Mrs. Baker explained.

“WELL, MAYBE THAT WOULD BE A GOOD THING! THEY NEED TO HEAR THE TRUTH AND STOP BEING RIDICULOUS!” I barked.

“YOU NEED TO STOP BEING SUCH A JERK TO YOUR PARENTS AND JUST PLAY ALONG LIKE EVERYONE ELSE IS!” Mrs. Baker insisted.

“THE JERK ISN’T ME, IT’S SONYA THAT NEVER VISITED ME AND MY PSYCHO PARENTS THAT ARE TRYING TO REPLACE HER!” I argued with tears in my eyes.

A loud silence followed. It was just me glaring at Mrs. Baker with Arthur holding me back. Then, Mrs. Baker broke the silence. Her eyes were opened wide, and her body was frozen in place.

“Trust me… you don’t want to anger your parents. I know you don’t understand why it must be this way, but if your curiosity is killing you…then, by all means…take this,” Mrs. Baker cautioned.

After walking up to me, she gave me a weirdly shaped key that was the color of amethyst. As I looked up at Mrs. Baker with a confused face, she proceeded,

“The truth is in your parents’ bedroom…the truth about Sonya too…they’ve hidden it in their closet. Unlock it with this key. I only know this because of what happened back then. I can’t keep talking to you about this, and I can’t explain why I have this, but please…be a careful child,” Mrs. Baker warned.

Before I could say anything, Mrs. Baker hurried back home.

“Well…that was weird. She creeped me out a bit not gonna lie,” Arthur expressed while scratching his head.

“Yeah…but this key…I’ve seen it before,” I whispered.

Although the key wasn’t alive, I felt like it was telling me to fulfill its purpose.

What “truth” could Mrs. Baker be talking about? Did Sonya not leave? Was she kidnapped? And…how the heck would something in my parents’ closet explain why I have a bear as a “sibling”?

After saying bye to Arthur and going home, I walked in on my parents sleeping beside Tiny in our living room. I then entered the kitchen and started doing the dishes.

As I was finishing up, I began scrutinizing our family photo above the kitchen sink. It was 5-year-old me, my parents, and baby Tiny. I was smiling but at the same time…I looked confused. Which makes sense since I missed Sonya. Sonya was 3.

No matter what, I’ll find you, Sonya.

End of Chapter 1

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