Welcome back to another storytime. This will be a little different because today I’ll be sharing with you a snippet from my book The Inversion!
This a post to hopefully ease my writer’s block and lead me on the path to another 10,000 words. This will not be directly from the book, rather an inspiration piece I’d written while on my lunch break at work.
Come Back – Story Snippet
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Today I wish to tell you the story of the dream I had last night, where I was bitten by a tiny kangaroo because for some reason kangaroos are the size of chihuahuas now?…
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This is a bit of a strange story and is literally taken from a dream I had last night. It was crazy, I woke up very confused and immediately thought you’d all find enjoyment from it!
Unlike the last two StoryTimes, this story is not a true experience rather something that had sprouted from my wild imagination when I was actually home alone. This post is mostly inspired by YouTube storytellers such as LoeyLane and Hailey Reese who, with their stories are slowly eradicating my fear of the dark and the creatures within it, one story at a time. Their stories have given me the courage to write this story for you all today (even at 12am).
They had left me.
Finally I was home alone. I’d annoyed them so so much to let me stay home alone for the five days that they’d be gone, and they eventually relented; but now
It only happens for a brief moment, but I feel as if I’ve opened my eyes into a virtual reality. Everything is as I remember it and my day hasn’t seemed to change in the slightest; but it is as if I am looking through the eyes of another. Then I’m back.
The tingles up my back and arms lets me know that I’m in my own body again. Back looking through my own eyes, nothing seems amiss, though I do feel more comfortable than I had just moments ago.
I flip my hands over in front of my eyes; and yes these are my own hands, chipped nail polish and all.
I read on tumblr once that the feeling of dissociation is a symptom of
Today is the 1st post in my new and improved Storytime Wednesday series! Were each week I tell you all a story. It will typically be something that I’ve experienced, told from my perspective in a – sometimes exaggerated – kinda way. I hope you enjoy this series! Please comment your thoughts down below, and like this post to show your support for my writing xxx Let’s get stuck into the first story.
Before I begin, you must understand that I had never seen a mosquito before this experience. What 9 year-old knows what a mosquito looks like? Especially when I’ve been told to stay away from the awful buzzing, biting menace to societies every summer of my life, I really took no interest in becoming acquainted with the devil himself.
This whole experience takes place in