Sorry it took so long to post, my bro just had to talk to his friend. The one who got him in trouble no less. -_-', and then my dad had business to attend to online, so it took a while. Anyways, to the point.
| feel like sharing my creativity, so I figured that I would put one of my own made-up stories on. Why? Because I want you're opinion. Please? There won't be alot. I swear! Then you can tell if you liked it and maybe want to read more.
Okay. This story was made quite a bit ago... okay, almost 2 years ago, by me. With only a few little corrections present time here and there. Well, hope you like it.
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THE WORLD OF WORLDS
chapter one:
"Trinah," I whispered into the heavy silence that surrounded me, "Trinah of the blank abyss."
I took a few shriveled, scab red rose petals and sprinkled them unto the the pure, clear lake of the blank abyss. Only the rose petals and lake weren't there. The were gone, or had never been there to begin with.
It had been a long time since I had visited here, and I had forgotten how utterly big and lonely the blank abyss could be. What, with its colorless, and endless white vastness, and sense of pity when you realized that even its owner would not care for it. That owner being me.
I am Trinah, although there need be no need for introduction. I just would like to let you know that you are in my world, my thinking place, my abyss. This place, this range of total whiteness that betrays all color, belongs to me, and I feel no regrets for it, either.
I had created this abyss when I was but a child. Heh, and lookng back on it now, I don't even think child is the proper word for what I was. More like the empty shell of one. I was only a nine year old raven haired, very dark brown eyed, skinny, pale nothing. I showed no emotion. Why should I have? It was all meaningless in the end, anyway. That's what you get when you move your daughter to a new house, and a new school; leaving her at the mercy of her fellow peers.
In fact, I guess it might have been their neglect that sent me over the deep end into creating the blank abyss. You know, as a way of getting out of this reality, this Earth, where my spirit could find nothing but emotional treuma. Since, because of them, I did my best to hide my true self behind that lump of flesh that I called my body, a way had to be created for me to release all the anger I harbored at such a young age. So, as mentioned, the blank abyss had been created, as a place to unwind, if you will, to let it all out. In howls of anger, pain, sorrow, maons, and sobs. Sometimes the whole place would be quivering and quaking, almost roaring in anguish itself, in spite of me.
On the other hand, I would also go there for answers. I would just lie down, and stare up at the thick, blank, spotless white walls of my own beloved world, and be lost to everything, but my hopes for the future.
If it seemed bad, don't assume it got worse, for it did get better when I turned ten.
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Sorry guys, I didn't want to leave you off there (at a bad part I mean). Well, anyway. not a very happy girl, that my character wasn't. Well, have a good day everyone,and don't forget to tell me what you thought of it please.