Here's another mega-short, yet slightly less short chapter, as i'm not really in the state of mind right now to force myself to write longish chapters, so yeah, here ya go, if you're even bothering to read, i suppose. Also my writing is really crap. I suppose i should also request that you guys give me some constructive criticism so i can focus on making my writing slightly less terrible.
Slowly the world stopped spinning and i could reach and comprehend other thoughts, I shakily stood up, trying to ignore the heaviness oddly combined with hollowness, I couldn't tell which i Hated more the feeling of my stomach doing back flips and my heart shrinking or the feeling of heaviness inside my stomach and the hollow feeling of there being no heart at all.
I slung the backpack over my shoulder and took slow deliberate steps away. the world was still moving around just a little too fast for my mind, so i focused on my steps one step another step step step step and i kept going just paying attention to the feeling of pressure being put onto my feet.
After what felt like a chaotic eternity I reached my spot in the woods, I slumped down at a tree a little out of the clearing and tried to sleep. I sat there with my hollowness and stared into the distance willing myself to not think of my problems. I then started to focus and lament as it all settled in, my mother was dead, i had never really gotten on with her and I'd always held resentment towards her but i suppose I still cared, a few tears fell down my face but that was all. I felt the hurt and sorrow that i could not completely pin to exact problems. I pulled out my sketchbook and graphite and begun to try to draw.
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The Darkness Within
FantasyRosemary is alone, until she is taken, they say she has something of theirs... something important.
