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I was bored so here, have a little story that I wrote.
Chapter 1
A glimpse of sickly, pale, almost white light seeps through the little crack in the trees. The moon, however grim, is, at the same time, beautiful as ever. The deep, dimly lit by the reflection of the moon’s light on the snow forest is as quiet as ever. No sound is uttered, no movement is seen in it. The only living thing in it is stillness. The only breathing thing in it is wind that carries frost and bitter death with it throughout.
In the distance, despite the trees and all of the snow, a small but lively light could be seen. A man with a sick determination to disturb the peace of the forest’s sleep, moving towards his goal, unnerved. Pushing through the snow in his heavy and warm-looking leather attire, the man is holding a small torch. Besides him, a dog. A big, robust and full of life dog, that looked more like a wolf than a dog, trying to keep his owner company. The forest has been watching the man for quite a while now but his goal nor his reason for disturbing it was unknown to it. The sheer fact of his presence made the forest seemingly move as thought it was alive. A distant sound that made the man stop dead in his tracks could be heard. It was faint, almost unrecognisable because of the wind that was really trying to blow the man away from the forest. The sound that the man heard was unnatural. No animal could’ve been a bearer of it, nor not any human. It seemed alien. It seemed like vinyl that was suddenly ripped off out of a gramophone. The man stopped and listened some more. He called for his dog, which by that point was already by his left side and trying to meet its owner’s gaze. The man put his hand on the dog’s collar and started slowly backing away. Here it is again. A faint but audible sound that rippled through the wind and snow. The man put out his torch and started to listen more closely looking over his shoulder from time to time. A faint, but visible glow could be seen in the distance. It represented more of a warmer tone, which stood out in the snow.
The man locked his gaze on it and drew his axe. He let go of the dog and it started growling and snarling in the direction of the light, which by that point already disappeared. An ear-reaping scream could be heard going throughout the trees, making the man take his axe with both of his rugged hands. He raised his axe; there it was: a black mass that stared at him. The man’s eyes were filling up with tears as he looked at it. That thing was moving in his direction. In the faint glow of the moon, it could be seen stumbling in its tracks but still managing to get up and continue on its path. As it drew closer, the dog started barking and showing its teeth. The man’s eyes became bloodshot with rage. He threw his rucksack off his shoulders and took a stance. As he was getting ready to swing, the thing disintegrated before his eyes. It disappeared. The stillness of the forest was regained. The man remained still as a rock, holding his axe close to him and was ready to swing at any moment. A sound or rippling snow could be heard on the left side of him, after which a harrowing scream was heard. The black mass was now running at him at full speed and there was nothing he or his companion could do. As the man blindly swung his axe, a loud cry could be heard in his left ear. His axe pierced right through the shoulder, or what appeared to be a shoulder of the creature. It placed its gigantic hand on his face and started to try to shove him away. The man kicked its leg, bringing it to the knees. Meanwhile the dog, which was snarling and chewing its own teeth for a while now, grabbed the arm of the creature and started biting down on it. It could be heard whimpering and crying, as it seemed for help. The axe was swiftly and promptly removed from the beast’s shoulder. The mass stumbled down onto its back and tried to get the dog off of itself. A quick whistle could be heard and a sharp, almost comforting sound of an axe could be heard that was followed by complete and utter silence.
The man, who by that time was hovering above the creature was breathing heavily and trying to not fall over. The axe was stuck in its head, splitting it right in the middle. The man stumbled backwards falling onto his back. He removed his mask and started to cough. The dog came to him and started to lick his face, which made the man sit up and pet it. The tassel was over. The creature was dead. He picked himself up and went to get his rucksack back, leaving the creature laying in the pale snow. You could make it out very clearly in it, as it was black as the dark itself. After some time the man came back with a newly lit torch and bent over the thing. Now the creature could be seen in its whole glory. Its face looked almost human. It was black as night and bald. A clear expression of fear stuck to its eyes which were wide open and staring into the trees above. They were big and had a tint of emerald green in them. The man rumbled in his pockets for a bit and got out a small but sturdy blade. With it he bent down over the creature’s face and removed its first eye, and wanted to do the same with the other but a piece of the blade broke off, almost hitting him in the face. He decided that it was enough for the night and that it would be best to return to his shelter. With that, he removed the axe from the mass’s head, stomping onto his shoulders with his full weight and went back the way he came from.
Short Stories #2
2. Waiting
Heels clicked against the polished, stone floor as nurses in white and teal, carrying paperwork and various instruments hurried by. Hands typed on keyboards in a flurry while also picking up calls for appointments and guiding a long line of patients. The smell of disinfectant and sanitizer never failed to assault the senses but you get used to it after a while. Soft murmurs and chatters lazily floated in the room creating a lull in the air which would be shattered by the sudden, alarming announcement for the next patient. Irritation simmered underneath my skin as unruly children ran around untamed, threw magazines at each other and spilled water on the floor while the parents chit chatted or scrolled on their screens. Somewhere in the back a child started wailing. I heaved a deep sigh and felt the beginnings of a pounding headache. I was already here longer than I should have been, absolutely annoyed that they delayed my appointment to twenty minutes later. A man to my right kept distractingly tapping his water bottle, his fingers moving in a synchronized rhythm. The little boy to my left kept shifting in his seat and would get up every two minutes to explore the restroom despite being reprimanded by his mother repeatedly. A woman across me crossed her legs and shook her foot while another tapped her obnoxiously high heeled shoes. Restless and bored, that's what they all were. The wailing of the baby had now reached a high intensity, ear piercing shriek which left the father no choice but to take his child outside. A few people sighed in relief. I, too, heaved another deep sigh but not of relief, as my headache reached its potential and banged against my skull. I wondered, not for the first time, how long it would take for my turn. Till then, I'll be waiting.
Hey, do you guys think the whole nostalgia is ruining everything, it’s incredibly hard to make anything new without people complaining about how things used to be.
You know you have a black cat when you look at your unfolded laundry and the unfolded laundry looks back at you
sorry i havent been finishing a lot of pieces, ive been....... drawing/doodling a lot more rather than focusing on one piece recently💔💔 BUT im working on it, though, drawing more like this definitely helps me a LOT... so heres a lil art dump on stuff im working on rn
these r some doodle pages i was doing while experimenting with new brushes
these r the ones im trying to finish at the moment, first one is SOOO close, second one... still needs a lot of working on, the third..... um!
some more silly doodles😼
and now...... for the bonus doodles😈😈😈
i hope that makes up for the lack of finished work recently, though i doubt anyone would care, BUT I DO.. I CARE. (i probably shouldnt)
I'm in the mood to write something but I just don't know what
W.I.P
A small project(video series???) I'm planning to do! Will it drain my phone's life? Yes. Will it hurt my fingers? Yes.
But will it make you laugh? Honestly, I don't know but I DO KNOW IT'LL MAKE YOU CRINGE!
UPDATE: I switched to Kinemaster due to problems on Capcut.
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Who knew drawing Iggy's hair is a pain? ;_;
im so bored...can someone please send me dms, asks or threats. Porn, hentai literally anything. Hell maybe even a normal convo for once lol....I'm begging T-T