Ive Recently Started Rereading Splintered By A.g. Howard And Decided And I Wanted To Rewrite The Story

the suffering never ends

notes:)

I wrote this to be part of a big series I’m creating and I love it. It’s something I wrote in 40 minutes which is pretty good for me

It has some violence and character death so watch out for that

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"You're a beauty, a luminary, in my face…," I jump to the song, waiting for the intense part to kick in. I've recently become obsessed with problems by mother mother; it has quickly turned into my favorite song. I had been pacing from corner to corner in my bedroom, hoping I'm not being loud enough to awaken my roommate. I'm doing a mix of skipping and jumping because of the excitement. I reach the corner my door is in and quickly touch my fingers to the wall next to it. I turn around and skip to the corner my bed is in and allow my leg to brush against it.

I give a wide grin when the lyrics I had been waiting for come in. "I've got problems…," I turn around and get ready to jump and dance only to give out a short scream. The smile of pure excitement I had on my face quickly dropped when faced with the face of a creature staring at me from my now cracked open door. I stare at the thing in horror and watch as its hand slides in holding onto my doorway. It reminded me of one of those guys in k dramas that put their hand against the wall to pin the girl. I almost laugh at that thought before quickly correcting myself.

From what I can see the thing is very tall and lanky. Having to bend down to fit itself in the hallway. It has at least one long spindly hand that's now breaking the wood of my doorway. Its face is very oval shaped and it almost looks like it's wearing a mask. I can see nothing of the body or legs but its neck is very thin; with it looking like a small branch. As I'm analyzing the rest of it something draws me back to its face. It's only then I notice what I assume to be saliva dripping down its face onto the carpeted floor.

I slowly reach up to pull down my headphones. I was hoping for it to be like a wild animal; meaning I was attempting to not make any sudden movements. With my headphones off I could now hear the growling and labored breathing coming from the monster. My eyes widened in fear, wondering how I was supposed to get out of the situation. My eyes suddenly shift over to the wall my closet is on. What happened to my roommate? Oh god. Did this monster already kill her? Eat her? Was I too busy blasting music that I didn't hear my own roommate, my friend getting killed? Or did she somehow get away? Or did the monster come to my room first? If it did I hope she has enough sense to run instead of trying to help me.

My eyes quickly jump back to the monster at the slight movement. The thing was slowly sliding itself into my room. My mind starts rushing, wondering what I should do at this moment. Should I try jumping out the window or throwing something at it and running around it? I didn't get to make a decision before I heard a whistle blow and the monster jumped forward at me. I scream and bring my arms up in an attempt to cover my face and chest, but that didn't help me. I scream out in pain as I feel its sharp claws dig into my arms and then my chest. I pushed my arms into its face to push it away but that only resulted in me cutting up my hands from the sharp teeth it apparently has. I feel the tears well up in my eyes from the fear and pain that I'm currently in.

I attempt to push out my legs to no avail before going limp; hoping if I don't struggle as much the thing would just get it over with and kill me. But of course that didn't happen. No. This things' giant hand instead grabs at my face to force me to look at my doorway. There I see my roommate. My eyes widen as more tears fall from them at the emotionless look on her face.

Oh.

I don't think she's here to help me.

That was the last thought I had before the thing squeezed its hand and everything went black.

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“she raised the sword - *stares out of the window for three minutes* - high above her head, its- *plays with pen* - silver skin glinting in the- *gets up and walks around the room* - golden sunlight. her face- *opens tumblr*

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