Warnings: mentality/mental state issues (depression, anxiety, mental breakdowns, etc.), beware (other stuff possible)
This is a collection of dark(ish) short stories that I've come up with. Some of them involve things like mental breakdowns, so be w...
I feel something touch my arm. Something sticky. I look around frantically, trying to figure out what it is. I see two glowing drops of red deep in the darkness.
"Stay..." A creaking voice echoes through the darkness.
I feel something wrap around my ankle.
"Stay..." The voice is warmer now. It sounds familiar.
I hear something move.
"Stay..." I know whose voice that is. The thought sends shivers down my spine.
A single dim lightbulb blinks on, providing some small amount of comfort. I can see now.
"Stay..." The voice is my mother's.
I see something shift in the dimly lit corner of the room.
"Stay..." The voice is coming from the corner. My mother's voice is coming from the corner.
I look down at the ground. Gray tendrils are spread across the floor in a loose mesh. One is wrapped around my ankle.
"Stay... here..." I move closer to the corner, finally able to make out the creature that lies there.
A humanoid figure sits with its back against the corner. Its face is elongated, stretched into an upside-down teardrop.
"Stay... here... with..." Its voice is creaky again. It sounds like it's in pain.
Tendrils reach from where its torso should end, giving it an almost octopus-like appearance.
"Stay... here... with... me..." The creature's head lolls to the side, and its eyes slide closed.
Two long, thin arms stretch from its sloping shoulders. They end in webbed, clawed hands.
It takes a shaky breath.
Silence.
It's suffocating.
Okay so I don't remember if I wrote this before or after I drew this, but this drawing goes with this story.
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