here are just some short stories composing of the things written by the hulCAWmanian's dark side. you'll mostly find plots that seem to have a similarity to other chapters of the story. Some stories involves items that maybe classified as an anomal...
There is really something wrong with me after all... I went to the doctor yesterday to have myself check and found out that I might not really be human at all. I never thought that I would be an elf at all. I thought that elves don't exist and are just fantasy races that exists within the world of role playing games, but yet I do feel more human myself. Am I really the last of my kind or is the doctor just jokingly thinking that I am an elf?
Speaking of the doctor, she does seem to like me. She's even fascinated with me, but maybe a little too much. She's quite obsessed with my neck for some reason, but I think I kinda understand since I did just noticed how long my neck is compared to other humans. People kept looking at me, and I felt alone like I didn't belong into this world. I've tried to have myself check at every other hospital, but none of them saw anything wrong with me, but still I wanted to see if anybody can find anything wrong with me.
I don't really have friends, so how I found that peculiar doctor was probably out of mere coincidence or luck. I think that the doctor is my only friend right now, because she accepts me for who I am, but also is fascinated by me. I guess that I shouldn't be bother about her obsession with my neck and my chest. If she were to continue studying me, then I may just have to accept it just to have a friend.
I still question on why is she obsessed with those three parts of my body. Maybe she has a thing for me? I mean if that's the case, then I don't really mind. Maybe she's in loved with me? I could always return the affection back, but I don't want to risk her career. I always wanted to feel love or maybe have a boyfriend, but I guess that I could also accept that fact that I maybe a lesbian.
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I had dream or more of a nightmare last night that I was laying my head on a bathtub, and I was wearing my pink top. I don't know what I experienced, but it was my very first death in my dream. I didn't heard the conversation clearly, but what I did heard was that I was the last Elven maiden sacrifice. The bathtub was filled certain ingredients and all it needed was a huge amount of blood from me.
I was kneeling facing the bathtub as somebody pulled my head up high revealing my neck for the cut. My throat was cut was my blood began to fill the bathtub. I didn't know what it was for, but then I was sat down on the floor as my throat was laying on the bathtub. Blood was still pouring down my chest. My eyes were close, but I was still alive, so I didn't saw who was doing the act. My chest was cut open so that my heart would be taken next. At that moment I had awaken from my nightmare.
Coincidentally when I opened my wardrobe, I saw that my pink top was hanging there in the middle along with my numerous beige and white tops. Should I even wear my pink top tomorrow? It felt awkward and weird at the same time. What if what happened in my nightmare happened in real life tomorrow? I'll just go with with either my beige or white top for my next visit.
