Random stories by Ren and me

Story 1;

"Mother, I will not be sleeping tonight."

A quiet whisper was heard, echoing off the bare walls of the bathroom.

In the distance, the sound of a motorcycle broke the silence of the night. 

Jack knew this always followed with a knock. Every Thursday, 3 am sharp, it would all start again. 

His mother glanced at him from the mirror, lightly dabbing the powder on her cheeks. She had been preparing herself for them.

Jack looked back at his mother’s reflection. A bit strange that she should be there, considering she’d been dead five years.

"I'd like to fly tonight, with the stars."

A sly smile formed on her lips as she turned around and faced him.

"Darling, i can help you with that."

A strange smell wafted over, but that was unusual. Was that his mother’s scent, or had he simply forgotten?

Jack put the empty glass on the table beside him, his fingers tracing the patterns on it as he contemplated why he ever decided to do this to himself in the first place. Closing his eyes he pretended she wasn't there.

He tried desperately to erase the disturbing presence of the figure that once was his mother from his memory but her approaching footsteps did nothing to help him.

Against the darkness of his closed eyelids, the knocks grew louder, more persistent. She would never leave until he acknowledged her again. 

"I can help you remember." Her footsteps stopped behind his chair, and he eyed the almost empty bottle on the floor next to him. He went for his glass again.

"You promised you'd remember."

"I'd like to follow you through the veil, and find your eye."

At that, the old memory resurfaced. His mother’s body. Eyeless sockets. The vision that haunted his dreams.

A bead of sweat formed on his forehead as his breathing grew irregular, disoriented memories flashed through his brain.

Forgetting the glass he went for the full bottle. The knocks louder, his mother's hands landing on his shoulder. 

“I have to do it. I have to do it,” he muttered to himself. With a swing, he broke the bottle against the side of the sink.

Shards of glass shot out in all directions, one barely missing the corner of Jack's eye as he stared at the scattered pieces of glass. He bent down, leaving the comfort of his toilet seat, the hand no longer on his shoulder.

Taking a piece of glass, he held the sharp end to his right eye. “For you, Mother.”

In the mirror, the figure behind him smiled.

The knocks stopped. And the revving of the motorcycle in the distance died down. 

"I'll glimpse to the other side, and then become one with the stars."

THE END.

Chat:

How did he go from the bathroom to the couch we need ending thingie. In bold.

Hahahaha 

Did he just stab his own eye? 

That's, amazing 

This entire story barely makes sense.

Yep

That’s the point. Ok let’s post it. Amazing. Good job team. 

Yay Yay

I'm ashamed of it.

Nah it’s great. Let’s do another.

Not horror this time :(.

Also I wanna keep the chat.

Ok

Story 2:

“Were you trying to eat him?” The girl crouched beside the riverbank, staring into the deep pool of blue and green.

After a small silence, a voice answered. “No, I don’t eat meat. But fear, desire, those are what I feed off of. Yes.”

A little further on the bank lay a young man, his legs dangling halfway in the water, blood pooling around him.

The girl looked at him and back into the water. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to make sense of what she witnessed mere seconds ago.

A cry for help, a stranger covered with blood, and, and this strange creature which kept staring at her as if he wanted to find out her fears, her desires.

“Let him go. You’ll kill him,” she shouted.

“Everything dies.”

"I'm not a thing!" The young man called out indignantly. The girl looked at him in worry before looking at the creature.

"He's really not." She agreed. The man glanced at her before shifting his eyes back towards the water. 

"Hm, an insignificant technicality." He muttered while eyeing the man from head to toe.

The creature floated to the surface. “If I do not feed, the people will forget me, and I will cease to exist. It is a small price to pay.”

"But you'll kill him."

“You are a very repetitive small person. I already said that was the point.”

"I'm almost 9." She pouted. "I liked him hmph." 

The man quickly turned his head towards her. "Excuse me what? Liked? LIKED? I'm not dead yet, but the faith seems to be quite reassuring." He said narrowing his eyes as the girl simply responded with a shrug.

“This is tiresome,” said the creature. “I am hungry, and you are interfering.”

The girl threw a stray branch into the water. It did nothing.

Chat 2:

How is this not horror :(

It’s not!

My turn.

It's eating humans, fairytale gore

Ew, go next

This si meh. I apologise.

Is ok

I dunno..

I dunno either

ehsjsnsjjs (who was this?((was me)(who's me?)(batman)(-_-))) Dunno. 👀

It's not that bad actually

Haha ok. I’ve never had so much dialogue

Me neither. 

It’s your turn 

This story has suddenly gotten very petulant

The girl was nine years old aha 

What do you wanna do with it..Boy eaten? Girl kill boy? Crocodile dies?

it's a crocodile? Thought it was a river spirit. Thing.

Improvise.