Description:Whatever you fear, whatever you trust, whatever situation you PUT yourself in...Don't EVER get LOST in yourself!!?? PLEASE...DON'T!!!!!????? Because you will notlike what the now so-called "Other Side" is about!
The Tomboy: The Tomboy looks up and down... "W-Wh-at...?!?!?!" She said as her eyes dart back up and down again, "W-W-W...." She said again, abruptly stopping to catch onto the more surreal realization as to potentially ('what just happened'???), "WHAT IS THIS......................................!!!!????" The Tomboy starts dramatically SHAKING her head, WILDLY! Then her whole entire body started too TREMBLE! (At this point...she was having an emotional breakdown! That's horrible...it really...IS! But unfortunately...she's...NOW...the ONLY ONE who can get HERSELF OUT OF IT!!!) Her vision begins scattering all over the place! Darting to whichever corners (the utter panic that ensued throughout her entire system) chose the correct route of a such unpredictable maneuvering pattern. (One that was too OVERLY USED when it came to making this girl so empathetic for herself, and her OVERLY USED compassionate "self-imagery" of her own already too filled to the brim-FULL levels of insecurities...when it came to the defining rate of her own courage... And that is.... "CONFIDENCE!!!" ...Then...her eyes stopped DEAD in its tracks! Abruptly...(with an overcompensation of a sudden atmospheric change in the air, and a CREEPY, but tolerable, anyways, environmental attitude change...where everything now becomes truly...unexpected!)...there was NO panic to speak of...whatsoever. Or, maybe, it's more like the panic was still there...(EVEN HIGHER in intensity as before, or more...?...But when one sense of self becomes aware of too much, or more specifically, becomes aware of one thing so full of clarity one moment, and then the next moment...it's entirely FULL of such negative details that SHAME the GREAT LOUD background potential which bellows out loud in such a DRASTIC manner of speaking! This bellowing...becomes the very deterrent which spawns greater success at the hands of a certain (someone), or more like a certain...something.... Who which creates more volume than what ANY sense of self could ever keep up with... Inevitably interlocking a special consequence that SHAMES even the GREATEST of outcomes, eventually speaking!) However, this is ALL just specifying theories...that don't officially know how to correct the wrongs of an already obviously mysterious cause. (But with a cause, shifts back to the beginning, where things come with an effect, essentially in-charge of the whereabouts of such an inconclusive manner of "seeking out the odds in the evens." Which could be "WHY" The Tomboy stopped their eyes short of continuing its own overly used panic...when the never-ending/ever-increasingly stutter (mixed in with a labyrinth of such complex STATIC!), eventually concludes any usual clutter (in one's own mind). Too eventually become unusual...FAST! The Tomboy's eyes opened...WIDE! She spoke with the softest tone, EVER, since her first introduction when she couldn't (FOR THE LIFE OF HERSELF) figure out what clothes she wanted to wear for today's date she was going to go on the same day such strangeness occurred. "" She said standing there wide eyed. (She looked completely emotionlessly broken!) It's as if whatever had just happened to her, had made her own emotional structure CRUMBLE into itself! Then she spoke the same words again in perfect sequence. "I...am insane.... Aren't I...?! I...am insane.... Aren't I...?! I...am insane.... Aren't I...?! I...am insane.... Aren't I...?! I...am insane.... Aren't I...?!" By the time the tenth repeat came around...she started moving her head (as if on perfect cue) up and down repeatedly. (As if she was beginning to have a spasm of sorts!) Her head was moving up and down so FAST that it looked like it was going to FLING right off her non-detachable, entirely skin-covered, flesh and blood and boned neck! Until she stopped (as if again, on perfect cue), at such a perfectly fixed angle! (Which was too evenly straight.) Her VERY strange "maneuvering of the head, crazily moving up and down too fast for muscles/tendons to keep up with..." She felt her bones ACHE! (And with every movement her neck made a definite gross, uncomfortably terrible CRACK on IMMEDIATE contact!) But that's not what made her stop, oh no. She started muttering incomprehensible gibberish to herself! The gibberish (incomprehensibly speaking), came with a slight irrational thought process that definitely screamed..."BROKENNESS!" And this present BROKENNESS is what currently brought with it...a definitive mark...for "DISTRUST"!! She stopped expressing that incomprehensible gibberish, and now just moved her lips in an unspoken sequence. A soft movement of lips quietly opening, and closing. ...THEN.... She RAN straight for whatever it was that stopped her DEAD in her tracks!!
She ran and ran...until she jumped off both feet, putting the final thrust (of FULL-ON WIGHT) on her tippy-toes! Forcing her own posture to flexibly angle into that of an OLYMPIC GOLD MEDALIST DIVER!!!
She dived straight HEAD FIRST into whatever forced her into an obviously still unknown trance which made her have such an INTENSE emotional breakdown... Afterwards, which seemingly turned The ENTIRE Tomboy's state of mind...into complete MUSH!
Now springing (for what seemed like her own LIFE DEPENDED ON IT)!
Then..................................................................................................................
EVERYTHING. WENT... ...BLANK...!!!
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The Tomboy and The Weirdo
Short StoryA tomboy and its Weirdo have A LOT of work too do, in order too truly "finance" some kind of correct systematic reach, of sorts! And it's purposely why they need each other...or nothing will truly FREE them from EVER becoming "detachable"...EVER aga...
