I make short stories I think of for fun.
I hope you like them!
The girl who could change the future
I've always felt a need to slow down and take a minute to breathe whenever something stresses me out, it might be an anxiety technique I developed on my own or some kind of meditation. I’ve been learning about higher states of mind through meditation and putting it into practice when I think about stressful things in my life. I light my candles, dim the lights and it’s like I’m in a different place. I thought I should try and think about upcoming things that might worry me, so one day I prepared for my routine meditation and thought about an upcoming presentation that was really stressing me out. Suddenly a situation popped into my head, I was doing my presentation when all of a sudden I started stuttering and embarrassed myself but somehow made it through. I definitely didn’t want that, but what if my teacher was sick and I didn’t have to do it that day? I pushed the thought away and emptied my mind until I finished. Three days later on the day of my presentation a substitute teacher came in for that period and told us the regular teacher was sick and we would not be doing our presentations. I was confused, our teacher seemed fine the day before yet just as I had thought she was sick on the day of the presentation as I had imagined. On my walk home I was thinking, what if I somehow could alter the future slightly? One teacher taking a sick day couldn’t be that bad right? I should test this out. I got home and set up everything I needed for another meditation session and started thinking again. This weekend I had a piano recital but I was nervous I didn’t want to go. What if something happened to the building where it was being held? Then I wouldn’t have to go right? I ended there and anxiously awaited Sunday. On Sunday morning I woke up and went downstairs for breakfast not sure if I would be going to my recital in the afternoon, then my mom walked into the kitchen and said she received an email from the hall that there was an accident and it was postponed. I finished my breakfast silently and went back to my room and jumped for joy. I must have the power to change the future! This is amazing! I can get out of anything I want now! I relaxed for the rest of the day not thinking of anything stressful because surely I could get out of it.
The executioners sword
Human beings are just awful, aren't they? In that moment something came over me, a whisper I felt deep inside me. Was it always there? Is it for everyone? Kill them, rid this world of all the awful beings. I'll start with these people. I'm calm, although I'm on the ground being beat up right now I don't feel it, hate, that's all I feel. Once I'm rid of them the world will be a better place, yes that's what I'll do. As I was being lifted by my neck and thrown against a bathroom mirror, I saw the reflection of hope in the vomit spewing from my stomach. I grabbed it and it sliced my hand open covering my hope in a deep crimson, yes this world will be like this hopeful shard tainting only me with its darkness. I clutched it tight and aimed, something was hit and the evil came rushing out. There was a moment of pause in the other evils but not for me, two more slashes and my job was done. I dropped the executioner's sword and looked at what should be a mangled hand yet what was there was not in poor condition but the best condition ever. The blood that spilled was not my own but the evil ones, their screams were music to my ears. The sudden putrid smell that came made me gag, I looked down at myself and then all around the room. Corpses littered the ground, some in pieces, others just ripped open like animals had gotten to them. My stomach churned once more and I vomited again but this time there was nothing in it except for a single shard of hope. Looking back at myself in the mirror, I didn't see myself staring back at me, I saw a new person who would save this world from the evil lurking within. I knew that I had to keep going, this is my path now. The hope was all I had left.
The magick boys and the demon
Lately my younger brother has been acting weird around me. I just noticed it but thinking back it's like he's been slowly changing how he acts around me and he's only noticeably different now. I am 16 and after meeting with a man who happened to be a High Priest he told me I had hidden psychic powers and he could help me awaken them to be able to use Magick. The year I turned 17 I became second degree and had unlocked the strongest clairvoyance he had ever seen. Leading up to that along with my brother's strange behaviour I started having dreams. In these dreams he wasn't the kind 11 year old boy I knew. He didn't even look like himself. His face was covered in shadows and twisted horns grew from his head. At first the dreams still looked like him except for the creepy smile and how he was acting. In one of these clairvoyant dreams he was in a forest I recognized, the one he was allowed to walk to himself because there was a path that connected to it from our backyard. There I saw him crouched over symbols beside him drawn in blood on the dirt and although I didn't see it I heard the squeals of a small animal having something tortuous done to it. I had more dreams like this, my younger brother's appearance slowly becoming convoluted and his actions growing more wicked. Soon after I had one of these dreams I would wake and could not sleep again. My High Priest, Gabriel noticed a change and wanted to know the problem. I told him what was going on and he said it must be possession.