boredom

this is what boredom does to me... -.-
either let my creativity bloom or show my other horror blood gory side.

Once upon a time, there was a princess and a frog...

"WAIT, WHAT?" said the fanatic girl. "that's so lame. give me a real life story bro. this is chicken sh** i heard many times before in nap time. BORING!" This girl was very strange indeed. Even though, for the fact that she is only 9, her love for horror stories exceeds her brother's by the multiples.

"Sorry, mom said I can't tell you about the horror stories I know about. It's too graphic for a kid of your age" replies the Brother.

"But there are more violent things that happens in the world that I see on a daily basis. More and more kids die watching idiot adults fight for things they don't understand. So by that I have the right to watch, read or listen to anything I want as adults are acting like kid."

Indeed this girl is different, maybe she is even ready to learn about this secret that I carry within myself, but she is too young in physical attributes. How about mental? let's find out then the Brother's thoughts rant on. "Alright fine, you win. Happy?" The little girl's face lit up with joy for a moment quickly before she was able to hide it. "Did you notice that I would sometime disappear for weeks and very rarely months without calling?" The Brother continues without stopping for a pause as if he is in great rush. After all, its been a while since he told anyone about this secret of his, and the last person that knew of this have died... in his hand.
~To Be Continued~