The Novella Life of Illuscia Nester Himawari

Author's Note: This is the result of the Round Robin Challenge I did with Angi (http://aminoapps.com/p/90s1fe) 🎭🎭🎭 I tore through the forest. The worst decision i made was disobeying my mother and wandering into the forest that surrounded my house. At first, it was fine, but the sun was starting to set and I had lost myself. Not only that, but I feel like I'm being watched... and that only started when I grew scared of the fact I had become lost. My eyes darted around trying to find who or where the person was watching me might be hiding, only to be met with the inky darkness of the trees that seemed to be closing in on me. If I were claustrophobic, I'd probably be having a panic attack right now, but at this rate, I just might. Trying to brush off the initial feeling as my imagination, I tried to retrace my steps, but the darkness was making my backtracking rather hard. My body shivered as the cold set in, with only one thought in my mind: How did I get myself ...

  If I Had a Flower I've always loved Tennyson's quote, "If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever." I waited impatiently to find someone for whom I felt that way. Then I met Nathaniel. He was the most wonderful man I've ever known. We were soon making plans for a future together. Until the flowers came. A single flower each time I thought of Nathaniel. And they snowballed. Every time I thought of him, a flower bloomed. Every time I saw a flower, I thought of him. It became a vicious cycle. I haven't seen Nathaniel in a month. I haven't seen anyone. Or anything but flowers. They still bloom when I think of Nathaniel, and I believe I may indeed walk in my garden forever. I didn't realize I'd be alone in that garden. ----------  Friends with Toys I am Lucy's best friend. Her parents say I'm imaginary, but she knows I'm real enough. We would do everything together. But sometimes she wou...

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Over the weekend, I checked my Skype for the first time in months. I had a contact request, and I wasn't sure who it was. The username was something silly, like young_love_money. I added him so I could see his info, but I still couldn't figure anything out. He tried to call me on Skype later that day. I didn't anwer. He sent me about five messages . "Hi." "How are you?" "You there?" "What's up?" "Hellooooo?". I got another call. And then another. And then another. He kept changing his username too. I was getting calls about every 5 minutes. Then the messages started going angry and sexual. "I like sex. I'm gonna fuck you." "What the fuck?" "I want you to see my penis." More calls...more messages. I deleted him, but I kept getting calls. I couldn't figure out how to block him on my phone. My boyfriend and I went to my dad's house to watch football with him and the ...

About a year ago in my final semester in college I worked at a department store in the mall. I didn't have a car yet so I asked for day shifts because it was a 2 hour bus ride back home. So basically if I had a closing shift, I'd get done at 11 but not get home until 1 am. But sometimes I'd be given closing shifts much to my anno yance since I had a 6 45 am class & my mothers worry because who wants their kid on public transport that late? (Sometimes she could come & get me but it'd be too much of a hassle to get my younger sisters out that late & such so I never asked her) My managers being the jerks that they were gave me a week of closing shifts, knowing my situation. I was pissed but whatever. One night I had just finished my shift, got on the bus (I sat in the back)& was minding my business when my iPod died. I was annoyed but I just kept my earbuds in & occupied myself by playing a crossword on my phone. About 2 seats behind m...