Loose Strings Are Meant To Be Pulled CHAP1“Dave, wake up.” A stern voice called like an echo as his mind ventured further into the blurry depths of his own imagination.“Dave Elizabeth Strider, I will not repeat myself.” Suddenly, he jolted awake from his fantasies and glared at the figure his eyes could not picture without blur.“We’re here, Dave.” His brother, Dirk, gave him a slight pap on the back of his head to make sure he was awake, and the only response was a groan.“It looks like somebody left this place in hell’s armpit for more than a century. Why did we buy this house again?” Dave quickly stated, with sarcasm flying through his words.“Dave, it was the only place that was affordable.” Dirk sighed heavily going on about how many times he’s told him that, and why he should listen more. But, surprise surprise, Dave wasn’t listening.The brothers took a look inside the house, with its large rooms and what caught them most was the room w
A Friend Withers AwayWalking among the gloomy hallways, only a small pathway could be seen with the assistance of a flashlight. The maroon haired boy carefully walked over the scraps through the hall, with his ghost companion. His cobalt eyes cautiously flickered among the room, looking for any sense of danger.“..Are you sure this is the place..?” The boy asked, in a hesitant manner, as he tried not to trip over the piles of rubble.“Of course! What do you think I am, an idiot?” The ghost replied, higher pitched, as she swam through the air with the boy.Eventually, the boy reached to the end of the room, to find a single, rusted door. He managed to push it open with his strength, and the room was pitch black compared to the rooms he ventured in before.“Woah! It’s really dark in here...” He stated, whilst rubbing his eyes. Once opening them, he was jolted back to reality when he saw...Crow.He looked so... helpless, just sitting in a room filled with mannequins.
UntitledExhaustion has gripped my own body as it washes over every single muscle as soon as I manage to lower myself and sit down. I completely regretted over the argument in my own mind, two faces clash together in a confusing mess.I had gone to my former best friends’ big brothers birthday. Quite the mouthful.Former, as in, my best friend is dead. He died three days ago.Going to the party was intentionally meant for me to forget these things. Not to remember every specific detail of his death. To make it worse, his brother had always had this nervous, almost sad, smile every second he looked at me. It just unnerved me the way he thought. But I understood him completely. He didn't mean to get such a terrible birthday present. He hadn't meant to bring back such strong memories.My ‘best friend’ had died because of me. One of my really stupid ideas again. Why did I have to exist? I could have saved his life because of it. Fate had really kicked me in the gut this time. The