Ok folks, here we go, this one was by Grace and was actually written for me! These start at the beginning of the chat that created them, and goes on from there, so they will grow longer .
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TW FOR LIGHT GORE AND ANIMAL INJURY
Anemoia sat on the damp ground, her long purple hair shifting in the light as she moved. She tapped her book quietly and took in her surroundings. The trees seemed to watch her, as if wondering what her purpose was. The stillness of the pond before her helped her relax, like she was just another part of the forest around her. A small sound made her turn her head ever so slowly. Peeking out of the bushes were a pair of wide nut-brown eyes. The creature froze, then crept forward slowly into the clearing. Once it had emerged completely, Anemoia recognized it as a doe rabbit. It was a small thing, white with dark brown splotches. She scanned the small animal carefully, and took a sharp inhale as she saw its hind leg. Blood oozed out of a wide and deep gash, likely made by some predator. A pang of sympathy curled through her for the poor rabbit. She made coaxing noises, and the animal seemed to notice it was in dire need of medical assistance. And despite its injury and fear, the doe took a few small hops towards the girl.
"very good..." Muttered Anemoia as she became closer to the bunny. Once the doe was at arms length, she scooped it up quickly and firmly, holding the small animal close to her chest. Its fur was ragged, and although soft, there was still drying clots of blood near its gash. She stood up and rushed back to where her family's tents had been set up, determined to help the critter. "You'll be fine Hazel," she said, unconsciously naming the rabbit.
And there we have it, the first story, I hope you enjoyed, and it is of my personal belief that the little rabbit is ok.
If you are reading this late, this is your sign to stop and go to sleep, you earned it, and I love you.
-Anemoia, or GrayRam if you prefer
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Short stories from me and my friends
Storie breviThese are short stories my friends an I have written over time, some are longer than others. The cover is an image I took. A lot of these have heavy angst and/or character death, but each chapter is individually warned for its contents.
