Mental Hunt

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Ok so I only just wrote this not sure how good it is but hey why not.
any way leave a comment (please. seriously i'm begging)
Bye

I sneak through the ward. Invisible to the human eye yet hunted all the same. Some tried to think up what we were while others denied us to modern medicine. Yet we were always there even on the happiest days. Babies wailed in the background this was where they took the newborns where they try to protect them when they were most vulnerable sigh humans are so sweet when they're young it is always hard to pick. But I have to eat and this is the easiest way to obtain food. Sighing again i sliver up the side of a plastic crib to a sleeping child carefully snuggling in with it under its blankets. Gently I wrap myself around it holding it tight ad just like that it is me and I am it and this is how it will be forever. Till death till we part.  

Hexa flexagon

Ok so I made a mel one and FANGIRLING like crazy

https://youtu.be/ZwT5pwzL0IQ

also just created a youtube channel for this blog
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCWhA4FJWNAcm5ubanzogUpw?guided_help_flow=3

anyway leave a comment if you are obsessed with Mel or have a music recommendation  I am currently listening to halsey and Marina and the diamonds two

A Past Fear

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Ok so I know I haven't been posting for like 3 weeks but my life has been really hectic recently. Here is the prompt I started out with:

Also I drew a quick sketch of how I imaged the dark figure:

 

But yeah anyway just wanted to touch base with you guys if you have a Better name for this please put it in the comments (please just comment anything. It would make my day 😊).

A Past Fear

  Girl

Fingers curl around me ripping at my hair tugging at my limbs. Fingernails scrape along my skin as the roar of the crowd thumps through. Me each of them begging for a turn. Suddenly the sky becomes dark. My body hit the ground gravel digging into my back and just as suddenly as it was night so where they all gone. I lie on the ground. My body battered bruised and scraped yet I dare not move. Whatever scared them away is dangerous, much more dangerous than them. Suddenly movement catches my eye as something darker than the sky peaks its head out from behind a house. Its body wispy as if it is made of shadows. Suddenly its head snaps around.  Its eyes less face stares at me    

Dark figure

I stare at her lying on the ground like a discarded play thing. Her body bruised and scraped eyes wide in fear. Humans can be so cruel to their own kind. They think that a single person can be expendable and that they have the right to decide who it is. Only a day can decide. A day. A minute. A second. I move towards her. Her body flinches although she is trying so hard to play dead. I stop above her. She tries to shrink back while staying still as I reach out to touch her

  

The Key

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okay so I'm going to try and keep this quick . this story is maybe a few weeks old however it stops quite  abruptly just warning you.as I was saying I am trying to keep things quick but leave a comment again I would love to hear from you and keep scowling if you want to read The Key....

I found it while cleaning out her basement. It was so small yet it seemed to gleam. Shined to perfection unlike any of the other things locked down here, As if she had used it recently. Before it happened. Before she was moved into intensive care. After everything I didn’t really expect her to get better. At least not like everyone else did. Not that I really knew what had happened.  I barely knew her. I mean how was I supposed to ask “Hi you don’t really know me but I take the same maths class as you and was just wondering what the hell happened”  seriously what kind of moron does that. The only time I ever actually talked to her was when we had been forced to work on a group project together. I’m pretty sure after that she thought I was the biggest idiot in the world. I shake the thought from my head. Examining the key one more time before pocketing it for safe keeping's. Considering it looked used she might want it back. The image of her face sends sparks through my chest. I know it’s irrational, the whole love at first sight thing yet I remember seeing her on that first day of school thinking she was different. She was special.   

I'm Back

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So I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. I have been really busy and stuff I haven't had time to write or post anything so yeah. I started this at the start of the year maybe It’s pretty good. I based the characters on people from other books if you can guess them then leave it down in the comments below. I will admit that some of them are obvious but comment them any way and if anyone want to have a rant about something in the comments don't be shy. I would love to get to know some of my viewer’s interest. I'm going to go on for hour here but this story doesn't have a name so leave name segregation in the comments as well also this is just the first chapter so if you want to hear more there will be more (hopefully if I can ever get around to editing it  it ). While this chapter isn't quite so graphic the next one is quite intense so just consider that before reading.  I think that's all so keep scrolling on to read it... 

They wheel mum out into the hall. She is covered in a white sheet. I know right then something is wrong. Something is definitely wrong. One of the doctors walks up to my dad and began to talk to him I can’t hear them but I can tell from my father's expression exactly what they were saying:  my mother is dead. She had been involved in a car crash with a drunk truck driver a week ago. She had had only a 40% chance of surviving. Apparently it hadn't been enough and now she was dead. Suddenly I feel my younger brother pulling my hand

“Hazel it ok right Mommy's just sleeping right” he looked up into my eyes. “It’s ok Hazel Mom's ok she gonna wake up soon you’ll see”

“No Finnick she not going to wake up” I whispered

“Silly hazel she gonna wake up any second you'll see” he stood there facing our mother just waiting waiting. His eyes wide and innocent. I looked over at my father his hands clenched into fists. His face white. I can tell he is trying not to cry. They wheel my mother away to do whatever you do to people after they die. Finnick tugged on my father's hand

“Daaaaaad I'm hungry can we please get lunch”.

“Finnick” my voice snaps yet somehow I manage to smooth it out’ “how about I go get you a snack for now it's not quite lunch yet” I take Finnick down to the food court to get some food and leaving my father in the hall.