I didn't update, to be honest, was because of the fact that I didn't feel like writing a new part.
I lacked the plan for the plot, the conflict, and the motivation./ I had a really bad writer's block.
But I somehow finished this original short story. (in one night too)
SOMEHOW MY IDIOT BRAIN DECIDED TO PUMP OUT AN ENTIRELY IRREVERENT STORY WHEN I WAS SUPPOSED TO FINISH CHAP.11 OF MY CONTINUING STORY. (but the good news is that my writing style improved, just a little bit and plus the fact that I finally finished something.)
I HAVE NO IDEA HOW I MANAGED THE FINISH THIS PIECE OF ABSOLUTE TRASH, I DON'T KNOW WHETHER TO BE HAPPY OR DISAPPOINTED.
READ IT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.
HERE IT IS! ⬇
"I haven't seen you in the longest time!"
"I missed you!"
There was a deafening silence between the two.
"Who are you?" the other finally said, watching the other slowly crumble.
"Long," she said, her normally calm voice reduced to that of shrill scream. Her eyes were glinting with that of a madman. A gust blew by, spiraling and curling in the salty air. The winds sang with eerie harmony.
"Live," her metal-tipped boot raised, time seemed to slow down. The lapping and misty water underneath his dangling feet never felt any closer.
"The" she cackled, her laughter, nothing like that of her own, rather that one of a stranger. Her rows of teeth never looked any sharper as they glinted maliciously. Thunder could be heard in the background. A strange fuzziness buzzed in his ears.
"Captain." she whispered finally, her voice sounding chillingly like her regular one, rather than the one earlier. It ringed familiar and unfamiliar in his ears. The sounds coming out of her vocal cords almost getting lost in the storm if it wasn't for the fact that he was still giving her all of his attention. He could hear just the littlest bit of tenderness in the one word, or maybe that was just his imagination.
He hated the fact that he could be so naive and so hopelessly hopeful in something so hopeless.
He hated the fact that she had taken his heart and crushed it in her fingers, yet he continued to give her all of his adoration.
He hated the fact that she would hold his gaze, captivate his attention, even in this maniacal state.
Her leather boot fell onto his remaining fingers. And the fuzziness was gone and the world became excruciatingly clear. He could feel his nails scream, his flesh tear. He could hear his bones cracking painfully broken at the impact. The sound gave him melancholy, reminding him of the times before when they were setting crackling fireworks into the air and singing drunken songs of victory.
Her ringing insane laugher, however, brought him back into reality. The churning water tumbled and clashed onto his feet, soaking into the soles of his boots, he felt his socks getting drenched. The ocean was hungry, opening its ever-widening jaws, its anticipation felt by all.
More lightning flashed.
Her form now was merely a shadow in the dark atmosphere, he thought it was almost metaphorical. Her dark appearance symbolizing the fact that she is now merely a shadow of her former self, and shadows were well, dark.
If it was back then, she would have playfully punched his arm and hold him that he was thinking too deep into it all. And that some things were just the way they were and that he should just accept it while it lasts. He could imagine clearly what she would say. He could almost see her wispy hair. Her heart-shaped lips moving into a response.
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Witchy Demigods
FanfictionDemigods, who would have known that they're also casters of spells, and wielders of wands. A few chosen demigods are brought to a world, that's not their own. One with.... magic. Will they pick the right paths, or would they fall? Disclaimer, the...
