Okay. I suck at stories, but am at least semi-half-half-of-a-half-half-decent with oneshots. So I guess that translates to a quarter of a quarter of a quarter of a quarter of a quarter OF A QUARTER! This collection is basically just where I write what comes to my mind. If you're a fan of depressing sappy moments and random insane shit, THEN ONEGAI LOOK AT WHAT I HAVE TO OFFER because i am sooooooooo not going to write anything worthwhile in a while so DUHR THIS IS ALL YOU GET FROM ME HAHAHHAHAHSDF I'll start tomorrow. ;u; --
whooooooo writes about drowning? I DO!!!!!!!! -- Breathing. You inhale the sea. The sea, wide and far, glittering blue and shine. It's dark right now, and only shallow light wrestles its way in as you sink into the deep. Your skin prickles and it's cold; colder than usual. The rocks scratch and scathe your knees, and red floats and mixes in, and you smell the sharp scent of iron and copper. It's dimming, and you hear the faint calls and see the wrecked ships, broken masses and punctured sails, and feel the sand beneath your feet. The seaweed wraps itself around your ankles, and the fish tickle your core— you take another deep inhale and you taste the creatures of this foreign land— the electricity and ferocity of the eels and the ink of the squid and the smell of fish and the colors— Everything mixes in like a blazen painting splattered with all the shades of the rainbow. The scales reflect the dim lights, even as they circle around your wrist. You're entranced by the cool texture of the gills and you thumb the fins with fascination. Excitement bursts in you and you exhale, bubbles of all colors rising up your throat and escaping your lips. It's a wonderful mesh of red and blue; and you catch a mere glimpse of the brightest pink and violet; purple painting the sea's skies as you hear the popping sounds and the moaning of the ocean. The oysters creak, the wooden planks creak, and the sand feels soft against your sandpaper skin. The roughness feels delightful even as an electric shock courses through your veins— and you regard the eel with only so much attention, because there's an octopus and it welcomes you with its gentle grasp. Pulling you closer and closer and you can only oblige with a warm smile in your lips while your hair is coated with the ink, blue meshing with black. You feel a tug and the pressure detaches from your broken body, and you hear (are you dreaming?) the soft laughter of a thousand mislead souls. You laugh as well. The tug is stronger now; pulling you in with the whirlwind inside your head, and you follow the lights and drown in the sensation of warmth. Is it the blood? Is it the water filling you up? You don't pay mind, and your eyes close shut. It's darkness that clouds your mind. The attention you gave to your surroundings were brief, but you hear, you taste, and you can feel the world underneath and around you. The currents rush through and you are carried away, seaweed unbinding and the crabs crawling away as the fish rush to carry you through. The whispers of the sea grace your ears, and you hear the secrets of the ocean like a lullaby to a child during the quiet night. It's amazing. What a pity, that we never notice how lovely things until it's our last sight and breath. -- Small oneshot! Jesus fuck I can't believe it's midnight. >:0
Amazing! You're so young, yet you're writing skills are absolutely incredible. You're going places kid. Not to college, but places. Jk but GREAT JOB!