Shady

She yelped softly, then whimpered and started crying as silently as she could. Who was? What was happening? She curled into a little ball, terrified. It was so dark and ...

“What is it?” she whispered, terrified. Her eyes darted around in all directions trying to find the threat.

Ky stopped immediately, heart racing. She held her breath and stared at him in anxiety to see what he heard.

Ky shook her head. “No… I’m leaving because I want to go home… I’ve been mature for weeks, calmly expressing myself and communicating… and getting utterly ignored… I’m done being ...

(Yeahhh probably should lolol) Ky nodded in agreement. “Yeah… yeah he was.”

(I am trying to do modly things tonight and keep getting reminded that I am technically retired and getting denied

Ky nodded. “It’s a lie that time heals wounds… maybe makes them less obvious, but… when you think about it… when he’s right before you…”

Ky nodded, still blushing. “It… yeah. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten surly. I just… it’s… hard not to have him.”

Ky blushed and nodded sheepishly. “I… I just miss him a lot a lot. I was just a little kid when he… died.”

Ky forced herself to take a deep breath. She was over reacting. Like usual. But now she risked pissing off a giant troll. She swallowed hard, wiping at her eyes. ...

“It wasn’t just memories,” she insisted. “He said stuff I didn’t know before and he gave me a hug and-and-“ she was tearing up again.

“He was real,” she snarled, prickling. What a devastating thought.

Ky glared at him. “It was too!”

(xD) “Oh… Uh… no…” she blushed, looking at him sheepishly. “My re-uh-bir-uh… Tomhas adopted me and is my living father. But I, uh, had a Papa before him who… isn’t… ...

February 6 Week 1 We’ve all heard the iconic writing advice: kill your darlings. As painful as it may be to remove chunks of your story or characters you’ve come ...