Brainjuice Stories

Anger

Why couldn't I? Why shouldn't I? Was any of it real? Or was it all in my head?

©2016-17 , Dezyhendrix You wanna know what's inside me? Welp here you go

I honestly am not sure...

A jumble of prompts that I write about because it fuels my dry brain. You can always ask for my list of prompts, but honestly, I pull them out of the deepest crevices of my mind.... or Tumblr, but still! It's basically the same thing. <3

This is a reimagining of an essay I wrote back when I was in fifth grade, that had my teacher so paranoid that I had mental issues, she called my mom and almost told the principal as well. This almost cost me my friends as well. Let's just look at this story and laugh. The original picture prompt for the essay was a boy exploring an abandoned playground, when he suddenly heard some strange noises. I went on with the boy venturing into the nearby cemetery and witnessing gravediggers digging up corpses and extracting their brains of juice, which was probably why my teacher was so creeped out in the first place. Enjoy! /Halloween Special\