Writing Wednesday- Storytime 3

Happy Hump Day! 

It's almost Friday, and honestly, I'm ready for the weekend. 

It's Writing Wednesday, and today will be a short story! Next few Wednesdays will be writing tips.

I created this story purely for fiction. I created this with my own mind and imagination.

Without further ado, here is the story...

"Mayaaaa!" My heart sank when I heard that voice. I quickly went under my bed as I heard his footsteps approaching. He entered my room. "Maya come out and playyy," he said dragging out the y. I covered my mouth to keep from any sound from leaving.

I prayed for him to leave, but he didn't. His feet appeared in front of me. He kneeled down and smiled as he realized he found me. I screamed as he reached out for me. 

He grabbed my hair and forcibly pulled me from under my bed. "Were you hiding from me?" He asked softly. He pulled my head back so I was looking him in his eyes. 

Malice danced in his blood-red eyes. "All I wanted to do was to give you a hug," He murmured as he pulled me in a hug. I stood completely still with fear.

"Why did he keep you alive? Out of everyone, why you?" He whispered in my ear. 

"Please, just leave me alone," I said coming close to tears.  He let go of my waist. 

"Don't cry," he murmured as lifted my chin. He brought his lips close to mine. 

I slapped him and bolted out of my room. He caught me before I could make it to the stairs. 

He lifted me, but I thrashed as an attempt to get out of his grip. "Let go of me!" I screamed.

"Alright." He let go and pushed me down the stairs. I landed at the bottom of the staircase. 

I tried to pick my bruised body from the floor, but every one of my muscles was screaming in protest. "Why are you so difficult?" He asked as he walked down the stairs.

He raised his hand revealing flames black as night. "No, please," I pleaded, backing away from him. He took ahold of my ankle and pulled me toward him. "You hit me, it's only fair that I get you back."

I screamed in pain as black flames consume my ankle and foot. Tears stream from my eyes. "Matthew!"

"He's not coming!" He said. He let go of my ankle. He took ahold of the front of my shirt and pulled me in close to him. "Just say you love me." I shook my head.

A sadistic smiled appeared on his face. "Then die." He tightens his hands around my neck. I tried to kick him off, but he didn't budge. I gasped for breath as my vision began to blur. 

"Matt...hew," I gasped. Suddenly the grip around my neck loosens until they were gone completely. I coughed as I tried to breathe normally. 

"I'm sorry." 

I let out a sigh of relief. It was Matthew. I looked at his eyes to be sure it was him. I smiled as I saw his eyes had returned to their light brown color. "It's fine," I assured him.

"He's getting stronger. I can barely control him," Matthew muttered. 

"I'm okay," I said. Matthew looked at me with concern in his eyes. He then looked at my ankle and shook his head.

"I'm sorry," he said again. 

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed the story! 

Changing Things Up

Happy Sunday Everyone! 

Special Announcement:

Music Monday is no more. 

After some thinking, I decided to stop doing Music Monday. It was something that I was thinking about stopping for a while now. I didn't own any of the songs, and I just like having everything that's on my blog be something I made for the most part. 

As of now, I'm posting every Sunday and every Wednesday or every other Wednesday for Writing Wednesday. 

That's all for now! 

I'll see you on Wednesday for Writing Wednesday!

Will it be a short story? Or a writing tip? 

Find out on Wednesday😃

Reading: What Happened?

For as long as I could remember I would always read a book. Even in elementary and middle school, teachers would tell me to put down my book and pay attention to the lessons. 

I was a total bookworm when I was little, but when I got to high school I started to read less and less. Don't get me wrong, I still love to read, but the urge to read doesn't come to me anymore.

Since I've gotten my laptop and phone, I've been drawn to them more than my books. Which is also the reason why Like That Book hasn't really been happening.

However, I plan to read more and use my electronics less. 

Question: 

Do you prefer to read a book electronically or have it in your hand?

For me personally, I like the feel of a real book and being able to flip the pages, plus its better for the eyes😁

Summer Coming to a Close

Happy Sunday everyone!

Yesterday, I celebrated my 16th birthday with family and friends. I enjoyed it so much and can't wait for what sixteen brings me😄

There are only two weeks left until I go back to school and start my junior year! 

Woooo! I can't wait to go back to school and see my friends. 

Hopefully, junior year treats me well😆

Writing Wednesday:Storytime 2

Happy Wednesday! It's storytime😆 

Here's a story I wrote a couple of years ago. 

This story came from my imagination and from my love of fiction

Enjoy!

In the town I live in there are these trees that surround us. No matter the time of day it is, there is always a dense fog hanging around the trees, giving it a dark and gloomy look.

No one is allowed to go near the trees. For as long as I could remember, no one even bothers questioning why they were there. It's as if everyone just accepted it.

Every time I ask my parents about the story behind the trees, they would quickly change the subject. The only person who would tell me anything about the trees was Grandpa who lives in the nursing home, a few blocks from where I live.

However, what he told was either very vague or something I already knew. Now every time I see him, he would just repeat himself. 

But today was different.

My mom dropped me off at the front of the nursing home. I checked in and headed to Grandpa's room. I knocked on the door and waited.

"Come in," Grandpa wheezed through the door.

"Hey Grandpa," I greeted him as I entered. He was in the same gray plaid armchair dad had gotten him for his seventy-sixth birthday.

"How's it going Sonny?" he asked. 

"Everything's good," I said as I went to a nearby plug and plugged in my GameBoy. Grandpa turned his attention to the window, facing the trees. 

"You ever wonder what's over those trees?" Grandpa asked still looking out the window.  

"All the time," I responded. Grandpa beckoned me to come over and stand by him. I put down my game and walked over. I stared out the window to see the trees looking gloomier than ever. 

Despite the sun being out, the fog was stubbornly hung around the trees. All you can see were endless trees surrounded by fog.

"Never go," Grandpa whispered.

"Go where?"

"They protect us."

"Of course they do. I think it's time for you to go to bed Grandpa," I said. He has his moments of saying things that didn't make any sense. I helped him to his bed and tucked him in.

"Just be careful," Granpa muttered as he drifted into sleep. I walked back over to the window and stared at the trees. 

The trees that been here since long before I had been born. The trees that have a fog around them no matter what. 

I leaned closer into the window to see the fog. It surrounded the trees in a way that you couldn't see anything. 

Could Grandpa be right?

Could the trees really be protecting us?

If they are what are they protecting us from?

Thank you for reading and tune in on Sunday!

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Virginia

Hey guys, I hope you're having a wonderful Monday!

I was offline for the past week because I was in Virginia on vacation. I went to Mansuntten Resort, and I enjoyed every second of it. 

I even went ziplining! It was so thrilling that my legs couldn't stop shaking. 

I also did karaoke which was my favorite part out of the whole trip. You can check it out on my Instagram @hercoolutopia. 

The scenery in Virginia was so beautiful. 

I enjoyed the trip, but to be honest I was ready to come back to my home state, Georgia. 

A short story is coming on Wednesday for Writing Wednesday.

Coming Home

Hope everyone is enjoying their day!

For the past month, I've been staying with my dad. Tomorrow I'm will be going back to my mom.

I had a great time spending time with my dad and sisters. I do miss my brother and mom, and I know they miss me too. 

It's kinda weird staying with my dad because I have a routine that I'm used too when I'm at my mom's. 

One example, my mom plays music to start her day. For the first two weeks of being with my dad, I would kinda listen for the music that would come from her room until I realized... I'm at my dad's house. 

I can't wait to see my mom and brother again.

The Weird Life

Weird is the first word people would describe me as. I've had experience bullying, because of my "weird" personality. To be honest, I don't mind.

I'm the first person to admit that I'm weird, and that's one of the many things I love about myself. 

In the beginning, I wish I was normal. 

But then I thought. What's so great at being normal. Lots of people are normal and only a small percentage of people are weird.

I guess what I'm trying to say is... just be you. If there are people who don't understand, then forget them. There's always going to be those few people who will. 

Like me.  I appreciate your uniqueness and weirdness😃😉