Short stories and other random writing

  I'll Take Care Of You Hey everybody, I haven't been feeling well. It's physical this time instead of emotional, I hate being sick it freaking sucks! So I thought I would write a little sick story. So sit back, relax, and enjoy.  It was a typical summer morning, or so I thought. I was in bed with my girl, who was still asleep next to me. "she's so beautiful" I thought to myself. I gently moved her hair away from her face, and caressed her cheek. I frowned when I felt how warm she was, and placed my hand on her forehead. I think she had a fever. I gently started to shake her, trying to wake her up. "baby, can you wake up for me?" I asked softly. She groaned and pulled the covers closer to her. "please baby, come on" Eventually she opened those beautiful eyes of hers, and I saw how horrible she was feeling. "I don't feel well babe" she said with pain in her voice. "aww my poor baby" I pulled her to me and softly strok

  Alone (I just really need to write something right now) They were all gone, everyone I ever knew. I woke up and they weren't there, I don't know where they went. I looked at the kitchen table, it's oak wood finish beckoning me towards it. There was a note, it said We've left you because you're a problem, you're annoying, and weird, all you do is bother people. I felt the tears fall instantly, how could they do this to me? Then I started thinking, maybe they're right, maybe I deserve to be alone. I ran back upstairs to my room to pack a few things, then I too left. I had a little money to get a cab to the airport, and just enough left for a plane ticket. I didn't know for where, I just didn't want to be there anymore. On the plane ride, I looked at all the happy people with their families, friends, and significant others. I cried again, I felt horrible because the one person I thought would never leave me left me. He was amazing, love of my life, bu

  A Day in The Life of Lily Ugh another morning where I need help getting off the bed! For once I wish I could get myself out of bed, but I'm too little. The next part of my routine is going downstairs for breakfast, which I don't always eat right away. But it's still nice of my parents to feed me and my brother. Oh I haven't introduced myself yet, hi my name is Lily! This is a look into my daily routine, I'm very low to the ground so everything looks huge to me. My parents, my brother, the kids, everything is taller than me! But I digress, since I don't always eat right away that gives me time to bug my brother who is usually sleeping. (he's always so tired in the morning) And he's grumpy but I still love him, after he growls at me I start to bug mom for attention. She's always super busy, I just wanna cuddle with her! I give her my best please face, hoping she gives in. If she does, then I snuggle under a bunch of blankets on the couch. I like to b

  The Lonely Princess A Short Story Once upon a time, in a kingdom far far away, there lived a king and queen and their daughter. King Jared and Queen Sarah, had a lovely daughter named Lyra. She was short but not too short, she had lovely chocolate coloured hair that stopped just at her shoulders, she was slim, with skin as pale as a ghost, and was kind to all people and animals. Now if you ever met Lyra you would know she looks nothing like what you'd think a princess would look like, she paints her nails black, listens to loud music, and doesn't wear long dresses. In fact Lyra looks just like any other girl in the kingdom. Now that Lyra is 19, her parents are putting pressure on her to find a suitor whom she will marry. "but mother I'm not interested in that, I don't even have friends how can I meet my future partner?" Lyra said one morning. "you will find a way my child, but it must be done this year! We've already found suitors for you to meet&qu

  Lost A short story Lost, that was a word I knew all too well. Everywhere I went I was always told to "get lost" or "we don't want you here" So then where am I supposed to go? What exactly did they mean by "get lost" Was I supposed to find a well and jump in, or wander aimlessly through the forest until I was mauled by a group of bears? All I knew was I didn't belong in people's own twisted version of society, and it was clear they wanted me to disappear. Maybe being lost would be a good thing, if it meant I didn't have to endure people yelling at me to leave. That's exactly what I ended up doing, I packed up the few belongings I had. Then set out for the world, not knowing where I would go or what I would do. Before I left I wrote a letter to those who actually cared about me, explaining how I couldn't go on where I was. I said how I didn't know when I would be back, but I would be fine and I hoped they would be too. I also to