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 #letter #hiagain Dear Fans, Now that my story has finished, I would like to know if I should put more stories like that in parts. I have ideas lining up in my mind. Don't forget to tell me which genre you want in the comments below!😊 The Idea - This could turn into a story and poem blog you know! You can read and entertain yourself anytime. 😍   Keep in touch! I'll post more stories and poems. And even videos in the future(maybe). I take the pictures for my blog posts and I'm happy how it turned out. So now I'm officially a blogger , Photographer , writer , poet and a hobby collector ! Not professional but still. I've got poems lining up too!  Yours sincerely, Your Favorite Blogger,(not to brag) Mihidhi.

#fantasy #shortstories #cool   “What in the world is this then? If you had contact with her, you should have told me! You are hiding something!” “Simon calm down! It could be like she bought from a shop or something. Do not do any actions before you know!” Amber grab my arm and forcefully make me face her into her powerful glare which make hot tears spring into my own brown eyes.  “How could it be store bought? It is evil magic! It literally has Lily alive in it and she is calling for my help! She’s my sister Amber, not yours. You don’t know what it is like! Let me go!” I shout into her ears and she instantly lets go. I wonder if it’s anger or sadness in her face for what I said but, she says no more. I glare at mom again, but now she is wearing a smile sending chills down my spine. Why am I scared? I feel ashamed. She is my mother. Or is it? “ Child did you find out my plan? I’m sorry but are you scared? How gullible my son is. Just like your father!” She snickers. “Oh, I get it! You

Please don't get bored. It might look big, But you won't regret reading the story. Continue.... Don't forget to read the previous parts! And the ending part! #fantasy #coolstories #creativity #ooh Amber stare at me through her strong black beetle eyes. We haven’t talked much. I feel too worn out. We lay on the couch like strangers even-though we were best friends for years and I might have had feelings for her. “I’m sorry about her.” She mumble trying to break the awkward silence. “There’s nothing to do. I couldn’t even say goodbye” I feel my eyes inflating and Amber sees it too. “Let’s walk around the house. Let’s catch some memories. You’ll feel better.” I don’t want to, but I get up anyways. We had gone everywhere in the house except for mom’s room. Mom was outside. She is just staring into space. I knew the comfort in it. I wonder if she can see Lily. We go in. It’s a typical parent bedroom. A broken perfume bottle stands on the dressing table. Mom gave up beauty stuff

#fans #letter #hiagain  My dear awesome fans, Firstly, I want you to know that I love writing, Digging and creating this wonderful blog further with every post. Secondly, Please give me feedback about which post is your favorite one yet and let me know which stuff I should write more in the comments below! Thirdly(if that's even a word), Hopefully and certainly you will furthermore enjoy my posts and keep in touch! Thank you for reading my random announcement. Most sincerely, Your favorite blogger (not to brag), Mihidhi!

#fantasystories #cliffhanger #cool   It wasn’t long before the ambulance siren blared around the air. It screeched to a halt. In minutes the paramedics were loading Lily inside. In their faces it showed, that it wasn’t alright. Something was very wrong. “ There isn’t a hospital for miles so we might be too late” A woman said to mom making her eyes well up and my heart skipped a beat. Mom and I got in the blaring vehicle and in seconds we were in the hospital room. Lily’s rasp breathing haunted me. Before anything I was asleep floating in the sea of sickness I had dreaded. By the time I woke up, in the middle of the night, the doctor was comforting mom about my sister’s death. Nobody ever got to say goodbye. She was gone. So Mysteriously. So quickly. Like an angel.  That moment, everything in my life, dared to change. Mom and I went home after Lily’s funeral. Her eyes were red. Her once wavy hair was now soaked and patched. The sadness was visible once again. All the sadness in the worl

Welcome to my story.... The Possession. #coolstories #fantasystories #fantasylove #possessed   I think of the times we were happy as a family. When we went to visit grandma without usual tragedy. Maybe it was cursed. However, the worst vacation still haunts me in my dreams. I fumbled with my clothes as I stuff the drawer of stuff into my blue suitcase. I liked getting ready in the last minute. It made me more quick let alone messier. I checked my watch.  There. Done. Dragging the suitcase along the hallway I carried the heavy steel bag down stairs and laid it down with a sigh on the landing but accidentally dropping it on my big toe. I groaned as pain seared through to my leg. “ Dang it!” All the suitcases were loaded onto the car. The red coloured bag filled most of it and I hardly have space to squeeze mine in. As I was done, mom came out.  “ Ok, get in the car everybody.” her eyes gleamed unlike usual sadness hidden under those pupils. Lily , my little sister, fortunately got t

 #curse #dark #sad #poem #sadlife These days I've been a bit busy with School. With lots of stuff to do I keep slipping the time to write this. Let me show you a list of things I do. 1. Journal.   2. Read. 3. Homework. 4. Getting the splits. 5. Learn a 2nd language.                     6. Coding.  7. writing. 8. blogging.   Poem Break! I'm going to write about a curse. I hope you enjoy.  In the misty air, Darkness cries. Shimmering in fright, Magic surrounds. Powerful and strong, Dark magic arise. Don't move, don't play There's no mercy in those eyes. You can taste the fear, In the air. Smell it, Feel it, Everywhere. A cackle sounds, Toying in the air, A wave of a wand. No hearts to spare! A blast erupts, Nature cries. Death open its door, Time to say goodbye. One last breath. One last sight. darkness swallows, a life in tight. One life less, in the world. 'cuz of a cold heart , who's with greed eyes blurred. Give me feedback! This might be a Prologue for my

 Hello Fans! #letter #cutepinkpics #sorry  I am sorry to disappoint you, but I've got news. I will have to pause my horror story of "Shred souls in the darkness and make wounds that never heal" Maybe I will continue it in the future but please don't hope too much for it in the meantime. Sorry for making you wait for so long. I hope you still will enjoy my poems and stories. If you want horror SHORT stories you can tell me in the comments below! Thank you for listening to my rant. Bye! Sincerely, Your favorite blogger,(not to brag) Mihidhi.

 I'm still working on my story chapter 2 so I thought I won't keep you bored. I'm gonna write a list of books I read from August 2023 to now.  Marked favorite are my recommendations! I'm a picky book chooser so only a few made it into my favs! #booklists #goodbooks #reviews #bookblogger  Books! From August 1st 2023 1. Goldfish boy.  2. When the mountains roared. 3. Wonder. 4. The boy in the dress. 5. Fierce, Fearless and Free. 6. Just so stories. 7. The dead( Favorites). 8. Gorilla dawn ( Favorites). 9. The girl of ink and stars. 10. Amari and the night brothers ( Favorites). 11. Diary of a wimpy kid; No Brainer. 12. The river boy. 13. Baby sitters club; Claudia and mean Janine. 14. Amari and the great game ( Favorites). 15. Baby sitters club; Kristy's great idea. 16. Bad dreams. 17. Artemis fowl. 18. A snicker of magic.(Favourites). 19. Smile.(online) 20. Sisters.(online) 21. The whole captain underpants series.(online) 22. The whole dogman series 10 books.(online)

#poem #metaphors #language #creativity   This is a light bulb I got over my head.  Enjoy! I'm not an open book , but I won't lie. I don't build castles in the air but, my standards are  high. I may not be one in a million, but I'm not dime a dozen. I don't wear my heart  on my sleeve but, I'm not a sausage that's frozen. I'm not the talk of  the town, but I'm the elephant in the room. Don't forget to give feedback!  And give me more metaphors. Try writing a poem with metaphors. How did it go?  Tell me!  Make stories and poems a better place with metaphors! Me taphors are Magic you Conjure only with Words. #coolpoems #Inspirationalpoems

A Break from the World of Words... #list #newhobbies #hobby #leisure #fun  HELLO! Nothing is better than good feedback! Leave a comment on the comments below! Okay so thank you for reading my random sentence and please continue as today we'll revel in the world of mine! I've been writing only poems and stories in my blog so, I thought I could get a break. I'm going to write a list of My hobbies. HOBBIES! * Journaling. (1 page everyday.) * This blog. * Reading thick books. * Rollerblading. * Making things with 3D pen. * Listening to Music. * Surfing the internet. * Trying to get the splits. (new.)  * Writing stories. (I'm trying to make a bundle of short stories.) * Coding. (HTML for website and Javascript and SQL too.) * Art. ( A lot). * Photography. ( For Blog and Collages I make about Myself.) * Learning Swedish. * Movies! See you in the next post where I'll be unpacking some cool poems and be hopping back to writing in my blog! And by the way, I haven't forgo

 #death #darkness #goth #emo #story #darknesslove My story will contain some chapters and  don't stop until the end! Since there is a chance you might get bored I'll post a poem in between each chapter!  #creepy stories. #Scary stories #Horror stories Chapter 1 You know somedays that you feel nothing but bored as the rain poured down furiously around   you? It was that kind of day at school. Having lunch he stared at his milk glass    trying to concentrate throwing the paper balls into his milk a few distance away . That's how bored he was. A few boys passed laughing at his eccentricity. But he liked it alone; lost in his own thoughts. It wasn't long before he had some company. A girl with short hair   sat opposite to him . She wore only black and and moved randomly. That was a common interest between Valerie and him.  Darkness . They had been best friends for a pretty long time. Not really what you would call a sustainable friendship model. Why? They would stay without