Sep 05, 2022
In Short Stories
Warning: Hanahaki but with a different concept, somewhat graphic and gory (Yue pls don't delete this I'll let you live in my fridge) "Felix! Felix!" I yelled, seeing my hand reach out to a blurry silhouette of a man. The silhouette strides forward, hands in pockets as I feel myself repeatedly stumble and fall onto the floor. There was only a single path, fitted with yellow tiles fading to a pure white void. "Hey~" I called again, trying to run to him as I repeatedly stagger in my steps. "Go away." I heard the silhouette say, and that's when I realised. A pain rings through my chest like a bullet though my heart, my fingers aching as it clutches a rattling ribcage. Putrid liquid overflowing in my throat, tearing at my vocal cords. An agonising falsetto erupts as thorn vines wrap their spikes around my feet. "Help, help me! Please!" I feel leaves crawl out of my left eye socket as the eyeball rolls on the floor. The scarlet of my feet stain the pavement as I crawl over to the silhouette. He was smirking, a sadistic glow as he watched me writhe and groan. "Fool." He said, taking a phone out of his pocket. I saw the camera flash, like he was taking a photo of me. Roots grew in my lungs, clawing at my flesh. A rose was blooming out of my eye, and I was throwing up petals as they chocked me. My vision slowly faded, but the agony did the opposite. I awoke in a cold sweat, relaxing at the feeling of Harry's embrace. "It's about him, isn't it?" I nodded. "Well, you're with me now. Nothing else to fear."
Sep 03, 2022
In Short Stories
She lay there, staring up at the blank nothingness of the night. There were no stars, as a layer of dust-like particles sealed the sky shut. She sighed, intertwining her slender fingers through a wrinkled Morning Glory. However, she too was helpless in the face of time. Such a tragedy was sure to befall humanity, nothing much could have changed their fate. Humankind was at least smart enough to escape off to Proxima B in an attempt to survive. She was alone, in the quest of saving her beloved earth. She was raised by botanist parents, participated in beach cleanups and a wide array of 'Save The Earth!' programs. She was nothing short of someone that wants nothing more than to dance through a field of spring flowers, to blow dandelions to her beloved one. Tears welling out of her puffy eyes at the though, she feels a swift breeze caress her skin. Her eyes dashed hastily, swearing to herself that she at least saw a silhouette. "Help...!" A young voice called out to her, bringing her to her feet. And before she knew it, she dashed over to a set of collapsed buildings. What the hell is a 5-year-old doing here?