Sunny-Scribble

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This account is now used for RP and writing to friends.
I think my days on here might be finished, I've kinda lost interest :/
But don't worry, I'm not gone, I just won't be on here as much as I used to

I'm so behind in recaps!!! I still need to do gravityfalls, and mlp! And I'm thinking of doing Steven universe too, HGGGHHAHGHHAH I'm gonna have to write all of them simultaneously and submit them all at once in order to catch up.DAMM..

Hey there! Wow its been ages since I was here (at least that's what it feels like)
Sorry to be so absent, a lots been going on which really prevents me from doing much on here.

So real quick to recap I made a tumblr page again (yay) I've been up to my eyeballs in improving my drawings, and I'm officially addicted to Game Grumps. There's the recap of the last month and a half I suppose lol

Anyway I hope once I'm settled here in Cali (oh yeah turns out I'm moving here in a few months) I can get back to drawing and working on digital art again. And starting that God forsaken yt channel I have yet to put anything on. Jeez me.

Oh and I forgot to mention, today marks a big day for the US, as marriage is now binding to all genders, male or female. I'm straight, but since I do have a few gay friends, my congrats to you and I'm happy for you guys. go love the people you love, man. Love's a beautiful thing <3

Death is a funny thing.
How it comes so quickly sometimes, like its going to be late for some big event taking place.
Or how it sometimes comes so slowly, you could count the multitude of seconds and minutes passing, to what seems like eternity.
Death is whatever you make of it. A friend, an enemy. A threat. A salvation.
To me, it was welcoming. And rewarding. Years of being on this earth have taught me only sorrow. Given me only sorrow. I have only sensed real love in my brother. He had unfortunately left this plain of existence, and I was alone. With my thoughts, and my sadness.

I hadn't known about his death until my mother, in a fit of sobs and tears, explained to me what I may of caused. He left to find me. Thought he could bring me back safely in his arms, and rescue me from the downward spiral my life had become. I didn't think of it; he was in my memories, but not in my thoughts. And I, instead of being the good little girl my parents had grown me to be, left to be a rebel. Rebelling against rules, regulations, and work.

Though my mother's words were inaudible from her crying, I realized quite fast my dear brother had fallen into Death's quick hands, and was taken to his realm. My mind felt itself come to a sudden stop. And my bodily motions had myself run far away from the house.

I had soon found myself on the ledge of the bridge in town, with a bottle of a sharp and powerful drink I had bought. Its aroma clotted my nose, and I felt like vomiting. But as I looked down, at the glowing and ripping water beneath my feet, I wondered what it would be like to take a swim. A long swim.

What had I done? I killed my brother basically. That damn car wasn't at fault, I was. Everyone knew. Oh, sweet Ester, how could she go from such a loving child to a hideous witch of a daughter? I could already hear the neighbors and passerbys pointing me out, and stating that I would do such a thing. But I did. And it was going to be a hellhole forever unless I did something.

That water looked so beautiful.

I dropped my bottle. It plummeted to the bottom of the water, slightly coming up as if it needed air, then slowly sunk down out of sight.

My shoes. Then my bow, splash splash. This is fun.

Now I wondered if my body will do the same as the bottle.

One foot...in front....of the other...

I fell. Feeling the blow of wind in my face. If that was how flying feels, those idiots who say flying is the best, are wrong. The world blurred, as I reached impact. The second I'm in the water, my body made a ripple in the otherwise calm lake.

Darkness. Death. Its all here. I closed my eyes. My lungs were crushing themselves, and the little bubbles coming out of mouth stop shortly after. I float.

Hi death. I'm Esther.

Then a hand, a large male hand, grabbed me from the water. My eyes were still shut, but I can feel the presence of someone pulling me out of my watery grave. Why would you save me? There's no one to save.

My body landed on the moist grass; my skin felt the wet earth coat my arms and legs.  The man (or boy) put his two fingers upon my neck. He could sense my light pulse. He'd better hurry if he wanted to resurrect me, I'm slipping fast.

Pain.

He stuck me with two sharp objects of what I assume were his nails, but suddenly I felt his mouth upon my neck. He was biting me.

I laid there, but my body started to reboot itself like a heart monitor. I screamed as my body felt the most bizarre and horrifying experience it ever could witness. The pain is excruciating, as I feel every inch of my body flare like fire.

Suddenly he stopped. And my eyes opened wide. He left without a word, not even a whisper or a sound is heard as he walked away. I couldn't even see his face, or anything. Just a shadow.

I stayed where I was, completely shaken from those last few minutes. What am I doing alive? I thought I was gone. I wanted to be gone. But that stranger, brought me back somehow.

I sat up from my spot, and felt the part of my neck the unknown man tasted my muscle. It was painful to the touch, and after I removed my hand, my fingers are glossed with a red liquid. My blood.

My breath fell short, and I started to panic. What did that psycho do to me? Will I die? Was it some kind of poison bite, like a snake? All these questions fill my head, as I started to feel streams of water pour out of my eyes.

My blue dress was now stained with my own blood. I had to find help. Maybe there was a hospital, or a store near-

"Hello?"

A voice. A man's voice. Coming from the clearing near the bridge. I found that my rescuer and I had floated a bit far from the bridge, yet why is this person coming here?

I could see him. An officer. Thank God, someone to help me! I could go home. I'll promise my mother and father, never to do anything against their rules again. I will be the old Ester Hawkins. I will..I....will....I...
I'm..feel...feeling...thirsty.

My eyes widen. Prey.

I needed something to quench my thirst. My throat craved something to swallow. But what? The water didnt seem too appetizing to me... no, I wanted something..meatier.

Like him.

Charging forward, my body swiftly rushed through the tall grass. I have become a cheetah, as I stalked my prize from afar. He was right there, the clueless Morgan didnt stand a chance against me. My brain could only process one word. KILL.

I jumped up, and pounced on him like he was a toy. His screams filled my ears, but I didn't hear them. All I heard was my heart thumping, and my urges to open him up and taste his center.

The moment is through, and he laid motionless on the grassy hill; his fluids pouring out. I slurp at it, and lick my fingers. It tastes so good. Its not bitter like I thought. No he was sweet. Like candy.

My mind snapped back, and I felt myself become lightheaded. What happened to me? All I remembered was a man...the man.. Oh my God.

I killed him! What the hell is really happening to me?! I just murdered an innocent man! Out of cravings, my murderous cravings! What do I do? I can't stay here! What if I strike again, this time at someone I know? This man wouldn't be the last if I don't stop or do something to fix this. Curse that bastard for bringing me back, he should have left me to drown!

I can't go home. Not like this...my mother and father would be safer without me. I'm was a danger to them, if I go home that way, I might kill THEM too. I couldn't! I just couldn't!

I just needed to run. Away from this place. I'm a danger to everyone. I'm no longer Ester Hawkins.

I'm a monster.

(Hope you enjoyed this little bit of writing I did. I just finished watching The Book Thief so I was kinda in the mood to write some stuff lol anyway I might do this again for another character, but who knows. Now I gotta get back to some RPing and writing those MLP recaps. That new episode is fast approaching)

Hey there

Okay there is a serious and sad issue going on right now with one if my biggest rolemodels in the Brony analysis community, and I feel I should get the word out and help the best that I can.



Keyframe (or CosmicChrissy ) has had a very hard life at her home, as her mother physically ABUSES her as a result of drinking. And her father does barely anything to help, and mostly sides with her mother.
Key had just recently been bailed out of jail because of a argument between her and her mother, and now she has reached the point where she can no longer take it.

This is a horrible issue that I do know some things about. In fact, we once had an abusive parent in our family.

So even though I don't know Key personally, I feel like I do and I'm helping her out in what ways I can.

So if you can, donate to her PayPal and give whatever you have for her, to get out of that hellhole and start a new life in California, where she can attend college and be free.

Here's the link to the Paypal : tinyurl.com/pvvvg2m

And though I don't have much, I'm donating a few bucks.

God bless, Keyframe. And I hope my little amount is able to help even in the slightest.

<3