// 1999 ;; another short story yay :*) ————♡———— ✎ a little about me ~ (in case you're new!) . hello everyone! my name is lilly, and i'm a writer, poet, horrifying artist and creator! i originally joined scratch about 5-7 years ago (original date is unknown) and my first ever account was @super_kiwibird. @miidniqht is my aesthetic acc, go check that out :0 :D okay without farther ado, here you go! ————♡———— ✎ about this project . this was created on the bus, in a time of hardship and despair (it was RAINING that is disrespectful :sobs) . it's about...some weird things. . yes, i am completely aware they talk like they are from the 1800's. ————♡———— ✎ instructions . the story is here, so no need for the green flag >:) ————♡———— ✎ things to keep in mind (that are completely irrelevant) . no, i do not use pixlr.e. i've had tons of questions about that. no, i use canva.com. canva is a perfectly fine + easy to use website that doesn't give anxiety like pixlr.e. i love it, so you should try it out :D highly reccomended. . (READ AFTER READING THE MAIN STORY BELOW): . okay so my friends and family who read my stories (and you too maybe) will always go: yo lilly why do you write such dark and such twisted plots? and I go: it creates a problem, and a lesson for the characters inside books. so yes so plz dont judge i write a lot of dark stuff lmaoo you should see my portofolio it's always dark, mystery, de@th, secrets etc etc . in this story, elizabeth, the main character is trying to get over the loss of her sister, jane. she is on the first stage of mourning, denial; the scene I wrote from my head is when elizabeth still pretends like jane exists. ————♡———— ✎ story (the part you've all been waiting for) . i present you, 1999 <3 ______ ______ ______ "Jane!" Elizabeth ran to her sister's bedroom and peered inside curiously. "Jane, it's time for break-" she stopped dead in her tracks and stared at her sister's empty bedroom. "Oh," she said to herself. "Jane must be outside playing." It was a lovely day, after all. There were+- two singular clouds in the sky, floating away and it was sunny and warm. "Elizabeth-" started Jane and Elizabeth's mother, a tall and frail woman named Flora. "Mother, don't fret," said Elizabeth. "I believe Jane is in the garden." "Elizabeth-" mother repeated sharply. "Where is breakfast, mother?" Asked Elizabeth, changing the subject. Flora put on her concerned smile and did not speak. She pointed to a single dish on the table and turned to avoid Elizabeth's eyes. "Where is Jane's?" Asked Elizabeth, eyes full of curiosity. "Elizabeth," their mother's eyes were full of pain and hurt and there was evident hesitation as she talked. "Please." Still, Elizabeth's voice was calm and serene, like a whistle through alight breeze. "Mother, I want to know where Jane's food is." "Elizabeth..." Mother trailed off, full of tears. "You must stop this." "Where's Jane? I don't see her outside," continued Elizabeth, turning her head back and forth to look around through the windows. "You've got to make Jane's food, mother, before she gets home and realizes!" "Please stop," begged mother urgently. "That's enough, Elizabeth." Though she had not realized it then, Flora was crying. "Jane! Oh, Jane!" Called Elizabeth but before another peep could be let out, Flora grabbed the hands of her daughter and yanked. "Stop it, Elizabeth. Stop it," cried mother. "Jane's gone, and she's not ever coming back." Elizabeth had knee the truth, but now that it had been put into words, her world crumbled. The familiar morning breeze flew through the windows and a picture of Jane fell face first onto the floor. On the back of the frame, it wrote: Jane Miller, 1999-2020. ————♡———— ✎ credits . writing by me :D ————♡———— ✎ anyways, that's it for today. leave questions + comments below. please keep in mind not to steal my thumbnails, story, ideas, or anything else without asking. even if you give credit, asking is still the best way to go. thank you! :D . see you next time! ————♡———— ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✩ ⋆｡˚ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✫♡ ┊ ┊ ✩⋆｡˚ ┊ ⊹ ✯⋆｡ ✯⋆ ⋆
