Ok so this is a one chapter only story this is what I wrote for my trials at school, I thought I might share it with you =D hope you like.
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I've got these little bitty pieces of broken ceramic in my hands, and some of the fine white dust is coming off them like chalk dust.
I've just broken the only thing left of my mums, I felt like I was dyeing inside. It was her favourite vase and when we had her cremated we put her ashes in it. She was all over the floor, My Mother! I screamed a very loud scream that would pierce anyone's ears.
What have I done I thought to myself I've just lost my mother again, how could I be so stupid. I was only looking at the vase I was angry I hated that my mother left me something came over me the vase moved, floated in fact, I was moving this vase with my mind and as anyone would they would freak out and panic no on should be able to do this so I shut my eyes and I heard the smash of the vase, I was devastated what was I going to do now?, sweep her up and put her back in a different vase?
I thought long and hard, that's exactly what I was going to do I ran for the dust pan and brush swept her up and put her into a different vase, all done I thought then I saw ashes on my hand I kept looking at it, staring, I licked it off, I didn't know my mothers tasted good cooked!.
Was I insane, I just ate my mother's ashes but it tasted so good, I wanted more, more I tell you, I was craving for more.
I reached for the vase I put My Mother in and smashed it on the ground I then begun my frenzy I went wild scooping the ashes of my mother into my mouth with my hands it never tasted so good.
What? There was no more left, I looked down I saw more ashes on the ground, I licked it up with my tongue like a dog drinking water, yummy I kept thinking.
Cooked mum was on my menu every night muhaha I'll be coming after you mother next!...
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Hoped you enjoyed it =D I know its creepy lol but its creative writing…