U. Adskin

I am a creative writer who enjoys working on stories and writing them out. I take request if you have any, and will do my utmost to make it satisfactory. I am also very open to criticism, and would appreciate if any would tip on how to write better.

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The Pied Piper: Chapter 1

The Deal

Thank you for coming to read this. I just had to put this somewhere out of my mind before I became mentally insane. Disclaimer: This is my OWN version of the Pied Piper. He will be completely different(somewhat) to the fables I have read. I refuse to write a romance story where the original piper kidnapped children!! :(

You couldn’t sleep.

There was always the scratching, crunching, munching, screeching, rasping, and tapping whispering into the hollow night of the town. The rats scurrying, never tired, bloomed of many, overran the multitudes of houses and alleyways.

They never stopped coming, evading the hand of death. Whatever the townspeople tried was trifled by the luck of those diseased-filled animals. There was no hope, and thinking about it made your night unbearably loud.

How long has it been since you’ve heard wings flapping gleefully in the air? The crickets chirping, and the bushes tingling against the mighty wind?

You push the covers away tiptoeing to the open window to bathe in the silk of the moonlight. You looked down where you could oversee the town, once dancing in a silent beauty now thrumming with thousands of pattering feet.

Your father, the mayor, was none the wiser, thinking that trapping you inside this tiny tower would keep away the rats from crumbling your beauty with their filth. But he was wrong, very wrong.

A squeak came from the corner, and you’ve never turned your head slower. A rat, perhaps pursuing the role of an acrobatic, jumped from your nightstand to your high-stacked books that came tumbling down from the corner. It lands on the cobblestone floor with a loud ‘thump’ running towards the black hole chipped away in the walls.

You sighed defeated, thinking it useless to restore the wall for the hundredth time now. You gazed back into the town of Hamelin, wondering, wishing there was someone here to save you.

You didn’t want to be stuck inside a damp, yet cold room for the rest of your life. You would’ve done anything to escape, but you’ve tried every possible way.

Ropes to climb down. Sticky fingers find their way to a guard's key. Hiding and then escaping. Your father was very perceptive only when you tried to leave, and anger started to boil inside you when you knew the reason for your hidden freedom.

Though, it didn’t matter to think of it now when there was nothing you could’ve done but wait. But tonight, you wished to the moon in hopes that someone would help set you free.

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The next day came like a loud toll bell, ringing with the wails of exasperated residents rather than the clanging metal. “Please sir, we have to find a way to rid of these rodents!” A lady shouted cradling the wailing child in her arms.

“We’ll have no food left if this keeps up!” Expressed the butcher angrily.

“Is there no way we can rid of the rats?!” and the complaints of the crowd came well after.

The mayor shot his arms into the air and immediately the crowd held a captive silence. His eyes slid side to side, lips bundled into a nasty frown. “Is there no one here who can erase this problem? Are we to forever live in a land brazen with disease?”

You rolled your eyes, tempted to shout from your prison to berate your father for his lack of effort. He always seemed to gather a simple solution out of all his problems.

“Here me now the good people of Hamlin! If one of you brave souls are to rid of all these rats by the morrow, then my daughter’s hand shall be yours!”

Bursts of surprised gasps erupted by the group, and the chattering grew. Your face burning red, the anger you’ve long longed to spill over.

How dare your father try to win you off as some sort of prize?

Before you shouted protestations, there came a bellow from the crowd. “If I rid of all the rats, you promise your daughter’s hand in marriage?”

The attention turned to the voice, authoritative and bright, of a stranger, and immediately yours, as well as everyone’s interest, was peaked.

A man stood pridefully tall, colors of the rainbow covering every inch of his skin and smiled towards the mayor. From the way you were pinning down, it was hard to tell which color combinations adorned him, only seeing gold sparkling from the rays of the sun.

Yet, it did not matter what he looked like or what he sounded like, only what atrocity spewed from his mouth.

The mayor bellowed back with a tainted smile. “That of what I said is true. Rid the rats for me and I shall give you what I promised.”

“I will not participate in this feud you have promised father. Give him a bag of gold instead of my hand!” You’ve wished to keep your mouth closed and your thoughts empty, but you’ve done so long enough.

But it was a pity knowing your father did not love you from his heart for his lust for gold overtook his desires like a viper devouring its prey.

“My daughter,” he arched his head upwards, his teeth a grind with eyebrows furrowed deep with anger. “You will not speak of this subject anymore! This is your only and final warning!”

You spat, and down it traveled until it landed on the top of his bald head. You retreated into the tower where your tears flowed into a tiny river stream. He needed you only as his weapon, a prize that can never be won.

“Forgive her,” said the mayor to the strange man with a formally wide smile. “She is not welcoming of guests.”

“All is forgiving good sir,” The strange colorful man bowed, his hair tipping down to an arch. His eyes slit like a venomous liar as he peered into the mayor's face. “When do I begin?”

The king gave a wicked smile in return, almost as if they are challenging themselves for a grand dual. “First your name so that if you succeed, I’ll do myself a favor to remember you.”

The man planted his head high again, and he spoke clearly. “The Pied Piper.”

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LOL, imagine: Twisted Wonderland mini fanfics.

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Ok, but can you imagine dating Floyd and him not being chosen to attend the masquerade event, but you are. There are only two outcomes I can think of that would happen.

Scenario 1# Crybaby

Floyd: Why can't I go?!! It's not fair Shrimpy is going and not me!!!

(Y/n): *Literally can't breathe being crushed to death in Floyd's arms*

Azul: Go ahead, cry about it. You're just throwing a tantrum because (Y/n) is going and you are not.

Floyd: *Squeezing the absolute life out of (Y/n)* But I want to go!! It's not fair!!!

Jade: *Amused. This little piece of sh*t won't help you* Floyd, your suffocating (Y/n).

(Y/n): *Can't plead for life with your mouth covered. You pass out due to suffocation*

When you wake up, you'll have a very clingy Floyd following you around before your departure. It takes the whole staff and more to pry him off you before you can travel through the mirror. Floyd would cry even when he is pinned to the ground trying to join your group. You promise him lots of cuddles and kisses when you get back.

Scenario 2# Threatens Crowley. Period.

*Just before everyone departs on their trip, Floyd rushes in at mock speed tackling you into a hug*

(Y/n): *Absolutely squished in Floyd's arms* Floyd, what are you doing here?

Floyd: Isn't this great Shrimpy? I get to come with you! We're going to have so much fun together! *Happy eel noises as he twirls you both*

Crowley: *Coming up from behind with that dumbass smile of his* I have decided it would be best if another exemplary student like Mr. Leech helps represent our school. Why, he was so full of energy and so pushy.....ahem...I mean excited, I couldn't say no. I am most gracious!

(Y/n): *Smiles* Floyd threatened you, didn't he?

Floyd: Yay, Shrimpy!!!

*Everyone, mostly Azul who is already getting a headache, worried about how things will play out*

You are genuinely happy Floyd gets to come with you. Man is attached to your hip everywhere you go. There was never a dull moment with him, and the memories you shared will never perish. Nor the hundreds of hugs or kisses you received every second of the day. Rollo was disgusted. He's just mad because he gets no women with that ugly *ss bowl cut on his head.

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LOL, imagine: Twisted Wonderland mini fanfics.

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Lol. Imagine Ace being a little sh*t.

Ace: (Y/n), what's wrong?

(Y/n): *Grumpy, staring at the 29% on their test paper* I'm still upset I failed my test this bad. Riddle is going to kill me.

Ace: H A couldn't be me crying over a stupid test. You have fun with that loser.

(Y/n): You got one point higher than me asshole. You're going to get collared.

Ace: Bitch, I still did better than you.

*Both proceed to throw a mirage of insults while Deuce is being praised by Crewel for the 60% he got on his test. *

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LOL, imagine: Twisted Wonderland mini fanfics.

(P.s. I have only read book one out of the five books so far. Book two coming tomorrow. Based on what I know, this is how Rollo would act in my world).

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Lol. Imagine Rollo trying to ask you out after the Masquerade event.

Rollo: (Y/n), I despise you. Everything I worked so hard for is down in flames because of you heathen. I am a pious man whose mind sways before you. Gypsy woman, how dare you cast this spell on me. I abhor the very bane of your existence, and I hope you die a pitiful death.

(Y/n): *Confused*

Rollo: Please, date me.

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look at him fly! 

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something for the en release of book 6!!! i hope everyone has fun with it and good luck if you’re pulling for ortho !! :D

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it's cat day today :) but i can't draw animals so i drew human grim instead

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Sharp

Chop, chop, chop, the knife went as it swung up and down, slicing various vegetables from the board. Tomatoes, cabbage, cucumber, and whatever else is required for the recipe. “Oh dear, would you mind grabbing the potatoes from the counter? I need them for the recipe.” Mary asked her fiancée as she finished cutting the carrots. “Sure, thing honey,” her lover, John, responded. As requested, John rose from the living room, leaving his work behind, and grabbed the carrots from the kitchen counter. Handing her the ingredients, John took a whiff of Mary’s work, the smell pleasing to the nose. “This smells wonderful honey, what are you making tonight?” Mary smiled gently, her face illuminating the whole room, “Why dear, it's your favorite, Shepherd’s Pie.” He grinned happily, kissing Mary sweetly on the lips. He did not know how he would live without her, “Smells delicious.” Before anything intimate could occur, John’s phone went off, capturing the couple’s attention.

 John apologized for the sudden interruption and went to go check who was ruining the mood. “It’s my boss,” he sighed. “Sorry I have to take this.” Mary nodded in understanding as she watched John leave the room. As soon as he was out of sight, Mary began to pick out a knife from her collection. As soon as she picked the one she thought would suit most for her, she began to cut her finger, not flinching at the pain. “To dull,” she exclaimed, annoyed that it had to be sharpened to complete the job that had to so desperately needed to be done. She started sharpening the knife, and once done, again proceeded to cut herself. This time the knife cut smoothly, her wound bleeding harder, “Just right.”

 Bandaging herself shortly afterward, she took the sharp object and walked towards her basement. Before entering, she double-checked to see if John was looking, but he was not, too busy on the call. Excellent. She stepped down into the basement, only a poorly lit lightbulb leading her down. Inside, she could hear her victim groaning in agony. Of course, who wouldn’t after being kept as long in the dark as she? She looked at the battered, bruised woman, and smiled. John’s wife was utterly broken, blindfolded, and alone. She was tortured for days, weeks, months. Not like John questioned where she was, he figured she was out cheating and living with somebody else, being an unfaithful wife, as always. Mary spits at the women to get her attention, who in turn, scrambled and screamed. Her pleas fell upon deaf ears for, unfortunately, the walls were soundproof. “I’m sorry dearie, but I’m going to have let you go. I’m afraid there can only be one person in John’s life.” John’s wife cried for mercy, begging, and making promises that Mary knew could never be fulfilled.

 Mary hummed a jaunty tune as she sliced the woman open, her shrieks music to her ears. The arm, then leg, eventually the torso, all cut so delicately, painfully. Mary groaned as she finished her work, knowing that it would take days to clean all this blood and keep the stench from coming outside the basement. The parts butchered off by Mary went into the grinder, making a soft pink meat, much to Mary’s enjoyment. “Perfect.”

 It did not take long to finish dinner after that, now that John has finished his call, and Mary was in the kitchen cooking. “Mary, this is wonderful, I’m not lying when I tell you this is the best Shepherd’s Pie I have ever tasted. What’s your secret?” Mary smiled eerily. “Oh, just a little spice and the little bit of that, but the specialty is in the meat.” John took another bite; the delectable meal was something he would want to eat repeatedly. “Well, whatever you did it sure is tasty.” Mary smiled in delight, happy that her future-to-be husband was satisfied with her cooking.

Author Note: Thank you for reading, I appreciate it very much. If there is any criticism at all to make the story better, I will gladly be happy to listen to it. 

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Enchanted Camera

“I didn’t mean to, please, forgive me. Please, please forgive me. I didn’t know, I didn’t know.” Drops of liquid streamed down a young boy’s face as he prayed for forgiveness. He stood there shivering under the lamplight, scared, terrified, repeating the same words over and over. It was strange; I didn’t understand why he was crying, what was there to be sad about? I tried to reach out to him, soothe him a bit to calm his nerves. 

“Why are you crying?” I asked. I tapped his shoulder lightly, hoping to get his attention, but he didn’t turn. Perhaps I tapped too lightly, so I tried again a little harder, he didn’t turn. This time I tried to speak to him, once again, nothing. “What is happening?” I was terrified. It was then that I saw a photo in the boy’s hand, it was bloody and ruined, however, I was able to make out what was of it. It was a picture of me just standing in the road walking to the other side, and then suddenly a bus hitting me, spilling my remains all over the road. My eyes widened in disbelief. “No,” with all my courage, I looked over at my side and saw my body completely mutilated among the road. My parts were all disfigured; my blood splattered everywhere; you couldn’t even tell what you were looking at. I couldn’t believe it. 

“I didn’t mean to take a picture, it made me do it, I’m sorry, please forgive me, please, I’m so sorry.”

Author’s Note: This was a short drabble I just wanted to write. If you have any feedback or criticism you would like to give, it is greatly welcomed. 

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Pics: Part 1  Val X Reader

Click

Snap

Click

Clean, smooth pictures came into view as you checked your work. Multiple colors are scattered amongst the clouds, making it the perfect setting for your pictures. Inserted in the picture were individuals rollerblading by the coast, giving an exquisite feeling of bravery and amazement to those who saw them. The photo itself was aesthetically pleasing, not to mention the resolution was incredible.

You felt satisfied with your work and took a few more to capture a better image than the last. You knew this article would be one of the most admired in the journalist world.

As part of the newspaper club, it was your responsibility and your peers to gather evidence and intellect for papers that could hopefully inform readers of certain situations. Including good quality photos. It mattered not if it was about gas prices, media, or whether people prefer to stay indoors rather than outdoors, it will be executed neatly and accurately.

For this project, your teacher assigned groups of two. You and your friend were commissioned to write about rollerblading, informing how fun and intricate it is. It was your job to take pictures and write the paper while your friend edited and posted the work.

You expected this assignment to be fun and pretty simple, or so you were lead to believe. But when you refused to take some shots for some pest to insert into your article, you never expected to be given this much trouble.

"Oh come on babe, wouldn't you rather take a couple of quick snips of me and my teammates rather than those losers?"

"I told you not to call me that, and frankly, yes, I would."

You did not know why someone famous like him was interested in getting his picture taken. You knew the hot new skaters called Team X Bladz had given themselves quite the reputation when they came out with cool new tricks and stunts. The media goes wild for them, giving them praise and treating them like their royalty. So you could not grasp why the team leader of this famous group was so relentless in getting his photo taken when you're not even from a well-known organization.

Besides, you didn't even know his name or any of his lackeys. Second, there are a ton of other reporters out there who would love to get his picture taken. And third, you weren't even interested.

Ever since he spotted you taking pictures of bladders rolling around in the skate park, he refused to let you go until you took some shots of him too. Which baffles you honestly, it is not like you were an expert or anything.

"Come on, just a few?"

" I already said no, now please move out of the way."

Annoyed by the guy's determination, you pushed him back far enough to escape from him. Hastily, you tried to move away, though his skates caught you first.

The annoyance in your sigh was not enough to explain how irritated you were. " Look, I already told you I don't need a picture of your team, so why don't you go bother someone who cares."

"Then why not just me?" He grinned tackily, "You won't find anything better, I guarantee it." He pointed to those behind him. You glanced longingly, wanting to capture the moment that inspired you to write.

"Do you even know exactly why I'm taking these pictures?" You questioned. You were getting irritated, enough so that you felt like punching him.

The teenager pretended to think as he answered. "You're a reporter aren't you?"

"How did you-"

He chuckled, "Based on your expression, I must be right."

Darn, you walked right into that one.

The tone in your voice was not enough to hint him to leave you alone. "I don't understand why you're so reluctant to take a picture of me, I mean, I am pretty famous ya know," he swirled around in his blades fancily, trying to impress you.

"I don't care if you're famous, besides you're not the type of aesthetic I'm looking for. I have a vision for this picture, and you, unfortunately, are not in it."

The boy pretended to be hurt by your comments, genuinely not caring about your vision. He instead continued to pester you. " I don't understand this vision you're looking for. What? am I not the perfect candidate?" He teased.

You did not know how long you can withstand idly chatting before blowing him off. The only thing you desired was to take pleasant pictures of people doing cool skits and tricks in the park, but you can't even do that!

"Listen here bud-"

"It's Val, remember it." He clicked his tongue playfully.

"Listen here hotshot, I don't know what your deal is but I'm trying to take a serene picture here, and you moving out the way would be fantastic."

You tried to walk off once more but quickly blocked when Val skated in front of you again. This time you were going to go off on him but were too late to answer back.

"You know that's a pretty camera you got there." He urged toward your device. It was a Nikon FA, a nice model that was gifted to you on your birthday. Before you could even get a word out, he snatched it from your hands and skated from your grasp.

"Hey! Give that back, it is not a toy!" Your fury was unwavering, this was not a game for you.

"Woah there sweetheart, no need to get feisty." He answered haughtily, mocking you in your panicked state. You tried to grab your camera but unfortunately failed, for Val, once again, was out of your grasp.

"If you want it back, then take a picture of me." He continued, " and if you refuse-"

Without hesitance, he skated dangerously, flipping off of rails and jumping from one place to another. You feared for your camera and eventually gave in to his demands.

" Stop Stop! Ok, I'll take pictures of you, just please give me back my camera, it's very important to me." He skidded amongst the ground and approached with a winning grin. Seeing you all worried was enough for him to know that he won. Giving back your camera, you worriedly checked it. You sighed contently, not seeing any signs of damage, for nothing was nicked or in terrible shape.

" And there's plenty more where that came from." You had no choice but to listen to his demands, no matter how angry you felt. Because it was either taking shots or getting your camera taken away again. " Now about that picture you promised~"

"Alright fine, just pose over there and do something cool." Even though you weren't exactly thrilled to be taking this jerks picture, it was better than putting your camera's life on the line again.

To prevent from upsetting him again, you took careful but beautiful pictures, confident that he would like them. Not exactly the appeal you were looking for, but good enough for now.

"Let me see," out of nowhere, Val snatched the camera out of your hands, much to your dismay.

"Hey, careful with that it was a pretty expensive gift." He ignored your words and continued looking at the shots you got of him. He acted unimpressed, but you knew better.

"These pictures are good enough." He lazily handed you the camera, almost dropping it. If it wasn't for your quick reflexes, well, let's just say that you couldn't take any more pictures.

You gave him a full response. " Yeah, Yeah I know, so are we done here?"

"Guess so, just put the prettiest one that gets my good side in the article. You know, got to look good for the fans." He winked.

You scoffed and walked off, finally free from this ordeal. 'Yeah right, like I'm going to do that from what you put me through.'

But what you didn't know was that this right here was only the beginning.

Note: This was just a quick drabble I desired to write. If you have any tips on how this story can be better, please do not hesitate to let me know. Thank you very much. 

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Short Story:                                  Solitude

“What to do, what to do?” Emilia asked herself as she slowly paced around her apartment. The sound of rain strongly hammering down against the complex, was enough to get her up and running in the early morning. It was her day off and she decided it was best to take her time and relax from her stressful job. The smell of freshly made coffee, lingered throughout the room, it was comforting in a sense. It was a nice day; anti-stressful one could say. A day where naps could occur, and work was no longer a worry. The perfect definition of ‘Pure Bliss.’

 “Nothing.” She lazily sat on her couch exhaling tiredly, her brain unable to rack up any suitable activities for her to do. It was at least eight-thirty in the morning, and the sun refused to shine due to the storm clouds. Nope, just the pitter pattering of rain thundering throughout the city.

 Emilia continued to doze off, unsure of what she could do to entertain herself. Perhaps she could do some work ahead of time, maybe then an idea could pop into her head and she wouldn’t have to think so hard anymore. But she decided against it. She always did work ahead of time, but no matter how much she got done, the load never refused to end. Which is why this time she’ll force herself to do something she desired today, although, the problem was what?

 Before doing anything, she got up and poured herself a nice cup of coffee to drink. It was a nice taste, certainly divine to the senses, yet nothing different from what she had before. It was just plain and black. As she took a few sips of the hot brew, she eventually decided the best thing for now was to get dressed. With the way she looked, she was sure many would jump in fright. Her disheveled hair all over the place, her wrinkled night clothing that looked very big on her, and her face that just screamed fatigued. If anyone were to see her like this they would think she’s partially dead.

 It didn’t take long for her get ready. Certainly, it took a few minutes or so till she came looking out fresh and new. “That’s better.” Now that she had her coffee and looked as tasty as a peach, she could finally do something that is somewhat mildly productive.

 Maybe, she could watch some tv, and bundle up into her favorite blanket?

 She could try and do some baking! she’s never done it before, but it couldn’t hurt to try.

Or she could do some work today, that sounded something that wa-

 She shook her head profusely at the idea of spending time working in all day. Sure, she could profit from it, but she’d end up just overworking herself again. If that were that case, which it is, then what was there that she could possibly do to pass the time?

 *Ring, Ring*

 “Who could be at the door, this early?” She mumbled to herself as she walked towards the sound, peering through the keyhole in the process. From what she could make out, it looked like a mail man carrying a box with holes outside it. Holes? Why would the box contain holes? 

But the box wasn’t her main concern here.

 She was absolutely positive that she didn’t order anything in the past few weeks. She already did so beforehand. But if that were the case, then how come this unknown individual was standing outside her apartment?

 *Ring, Ring*

 The button was pushed once more, probably to double check if anyone was at home. Emilia’s curiosity getting the better of her, decided to open the door for this fellow. She was soon met with a tall, but skinny man. To her, he looked like he was in college, possibly working this job to pay for his expenses. Man college, those horrible years.

 “E-excuse me Mam, this package was supposed to be delivered to a person named Emilia. Are you perhaps her?” The boy spoke a little hesitantly as he read the name off the clipboard. She could see him trying his hardest not to crack his voice.

 “Ahh yes, that is me.” She responded.

 “Perfect, I’m going to need you to sign this for me please.” The boy handed her the box quickly. She almost dropped it due to how the boy clumsily handed it so her. As the boy proceeded to get out his clipboard and pen, the box that Emilia her arms shook with a tiny force. The box would’ve plunged to the ground if it were not for her holding it tightly against her, as spooked as she was.

 “If you could sign here and here and there.” The mailman pointed at the locations where she needed to sign. She did this action briskly, so that she may gaze inside the box. As she finished scribbling out her signatures the boy spoke a quick ‘thank you’ and left hastily.

 “How strange.”

 Closing the door, she began walking to the center in her dainty living room, placing the box down on top of the carpet. Her fingers went to open the handle of the box, though retracted it with a hurry as it shook furiously again. “Come one Emilia, don’t such a wuss.” With a flick of the wrist she opened the box with a newfound courage.

 In an instant, her eyes were met with a tiny kitten who was placed inside. It’s fur was a beautiful snow white, and its eyes were colored as polished silver. It mewed cutely at her, and hopped out the box elegantly. “What in the world?” Confused, she looked at it strangely. The kitten began to rub up against her leg, purring as it did so. She didn’t order a kitten, or a pet for that matter. She then shook the box to see if anything else was evident in it.

 A note folded in half fell to the ground in front of her. ‘Just a note? How peculiar,’ she thought. Deciding to read it she picked it up and began out loud.

 Dear Emilia, This is grandma writing,

As you know I am getting rather old, and my time here is very limited. I have enjoyed my life here on this planet, as sucky as it may be, it brought me a lot of good memories.

Your mother has told me that you are always busy. She says you are so caught up in your work  that you barely know how to have any fun.

I tell you, back in my day when I was younger, I was the little deviant. I would cause trouble for everybody, and though I might get in trouble, I never stopped. And I never will so long as I die. So as a person getting older by the second I just wanted to say, you are one of my most boring grandchildren I have ever had.

I still love you very much my darling, to me you and your siblings are the most precious things in my world.

That being said, I have decided to give you a little gift in hopes that you could someday be as cool as your grandma here. Perhaps this gift can focus you on other things rather than work.

  I hope you enjoy.

 Love,

Grandma

 Oh and by the way, her name is Crystal. She is a very special cat from what I heard. Do please take care of her.

 Emilia chuckled as she read the note given to her. It was true that she was not very exciting, which was why not many wanted to hang out with her. She glanced over at the kitten who was now asleep beside her. She would have to get a all the necessities no doubt, and a nametag to show that she is already owned.  

“I guess I do have something to do today after all.” She commented softly as she petted the kitten’s white fur.

Note: Please do not be afraid to criticize my work harshly. I would highly appreciate if any pointers or tips would be given out to make my writing better. I enjoy writing very much, and I would like the skills I need to polish my writing. Thank you.