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That's all today, except for this little amount of writing I did not long ago and couldn't be bothered continuing which is quite like the best writing style I do when in a certain mood:
He begged and begged for mercy, but the creature only continued to whistle an eerie tone as it slaughtered a dying elderly lady with it's sharp sword, ignoring all his cries.
Not long ago, he was driving to work to do an extra shift and unfortunately, crashed into another car, which was when the creature had suddenly appeared, ready to kill with the sword in hand. But he wasn't ready to die just yet. With all the strength he could master, he had got up and began to run away from the crash that lead him to his death as he tried his very best to ignore the pain in all of his bleeding wounds.
But he didn't make it that far because the creature appeared out of nowhere and raised it's sword. Surprisingly, it had stopped itself and yawned loudly as it stretched with tiredness clear in it's strange black eyes.
It looked at him afterwards and told him killing can be very tiring.
Within that very moment, an idea popped into his mind, making hope soar inside like never before. If it worked, he would be able to live on with his good enough life that he never thought would be taken from him so soon.
He would see his wife, Milly, again.
He would see his father again.
He would see his dog, Trevor, again.
^ Normally I don't really write for fun, but for now I am going to try writing daily, even if it's just a small piece. Also, I want to update my story today, but I feel kind of unmotivated of continuing the story. Don't know whether or not many have read it, but it's called Shadow. Half me wants to discontinue it and start something new.
