The Stories In My Head.: April 2014

These are just some stories and what not that I write. I really enjoy writing. I'm better with words when I write.

Some of them are loosely based off my life, or what I wish my life was like, some are deep, some are funny and have no point. Just whatever comes to mind. I'll write about things I just think of, I ask people for ideas on face book, I'll take prompts from live journal, and look up prompts online, just what ever.

Please do not post prompts, ideas, or suggestions of something for me to write about in a comment. I would like the comments to only be filled with actually comments, such as critiques, compliments, complaints, ect. If there is something you think I should write about please send it in an e-mail to hjb627@gmail.com with the subject "Prompt" or in a face book message to Facebook.com/Imxaxmuffin.

NOTE:::

There are two 'storeis' that have more than one part. They are Sick, Sad Lies and Bri The Table. They go in order, so make sure you read them in order because the newest chapter will always appear before the older ones. I have labels on all my posts, so that should make navigation a lot easier!

Thursday, 17 April 2014

I got started one a few, but then my brain jumped to something else.

I sit alone, under a certain tree, at a certain park. Every day, from 4:00pm until night fall. It's my save haven. As if there is a force filed produced by this tree that creates serenity and protects me from everything. Just me, my music, a note pad, and a book. This has been my daily ritual for 5 years. I'm not really sure how it all got started, it feels as if it's always been. I just remember always doing this. I was so drawn to this one particular spot. I know, it's crazy, right? There has to be meaning behind why. I'm determined to figure it out.

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"WHY ME!?!!??!" she cries out as she falls to her knees then slams her hands on the ground. "Why?", a single tear rolls down her cheek as her voice cracks. She's cold, empty, numb and not sure if she's more angry, confused, or sad.