Soul Stealer
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I'm pretty sure I'm getting the tread's Prefix right... xD
I'm bored, so I'm going to share short stories here that I write. I've wanted to write from a young age, and I have been writing stories for years, it's been getting me in trouble in class ever since third grade xD
Anyways... I can do sections of a longer story if you want... yeah... I'll just do that. Feel free to add your comments but try to fit it all in one msg so it's not too cluttery >.>
So here you go!
Prologue, I guess..
A young girl is woken up in the middle of the night by footsteps. "Hello?" She whispers, already scared. Hopefully she'd remembered to lock the main door..? "Who is it..?" The footsteps slow down, then stop. She holds her breath as the footsteps start again, this time barely audibly. The steps reach her room, and stop there. The door opens slowly, and the girl grabs her younger brother's wooden sword that she keeps in her room so that her brother doesn't try and se it on the house during the night. She holds it in front of her. "W-Who's there?" She asks frantically, softly. Her younger brother walks in quietly. "What are you doing with my sword?" He asks, confused. "It's not supposed to be used at night." The sister hesitates. "Well... I was just..." She mutters something as she sets the sword down. "What are you doing up so early?" She asks. Her brother shrugs. "Tell me a story," he says, and hops onto her bed, the springs squeaking. "It's four in the morning," she says wearily, looking at the clock to make sure. Her brother crosses his arms. "Tell me a story," he repeats stubbornly. The girl smiles. "Ok, ok. This story is about a boy, just like you..."
I'm bored, so I'm going to share short stories here that I write. I've wanted to write from a young age, and I have been writing stories for years, it's been getting me in trouble in class ever since third grade xD
Anyways... I can do sections of a longer story if you want... yeah... I'll just do that. Feel free to add your comments but try to fit it all in one msg so it's not too cluttery >.>
So here you go!
Prologue, I guess..
A young girl is woken up in the middle of the night by footsteps. "Hello?" She whispers, already scared. Hopefully she'd remembered to lock the main door..? "Who is it..?" The footsteps slow down, then stop. She holds her breath as the footsteps start again, this time barely audibly. The steps reach her room, and stop there. The door opens slowly, and the girl grabs her younger brother's wooden sword that she keeps in her room so that her brother doesn't try and se it on the house during the night. She holds it in front of her. "W-Who's there?" She asks frantically, softly. Her younger brother walks in quietly. "What are you doing with my sword?" He asks, confused. "It's not supposed to be used at night." The sister hesitates. "Well... I was just..." She mutters something as she sets the sword down. "What are you doing up so early?" She asks. Her brother shrugs. "Tell me a story," he says, and hops onto her bed, the springs squeaking. "It's four in the morning," she says wearily, looking at the clock to make sure. Her brother crosses his arms. "Tell me a story," he repeats stubbornly. The girl smiles. "Ok, ok. This story is about a boy, just like you..."