Mini Saga - THE TSUNAMI GIRL

A/N: I have an entire book on Wattpad (link at the end) filed with mini sagas like this one called One Hundred Darknesses ('cause they've all got one hundred words). This is an extract from that book. I hope y'all leave with a more horrendous humor.

Bodies lay strewn on the weak pavements and blood and debris climbed never-ending piles. The water began to drag out, pulling my chest out with it. I fell back from the balcony, landing on the dirtied carpet.

Why do I take pride knowing that this is my fault? That those people outside, suffering, are making me happy?

I pushed myself off the carpet and walked to the kitchen. My mother's heart lay on the table, red and ripe. I smiled.

Revenge, they say, is a horrible thing that gets you nowhere.

But the taste is so sweet. Just so sweet.

http://www.wattpad.com/story/35732305

THE WISE WORDS OF ERIKA BARRETTO (Random)

People in relationships or have crushes must know that you are perfectly fine as one person; you don’t need someone, you want someone. And then again, want can never be as strong as a need. Lust is a thing… a non-existent thing. Lust is the word for a heavy desire for someone or something. In other words, want.

Want is not the same as need. You don’t need anyone except your mother, especially when you wet the bed; she will comfort you and clean up the mess with no fuss. You don’t need anyone except your father, especially when you spill ice-cream on your dress; he’ll buy you a new one. You don’t need anyone except your siblings, especially when they tell you that you can’t do it; they’re making sure you succeed and prove them wrong.

You don’t need someone to help you through that succession. Your family are the only ones that will keep you busy and the only reason they bug the hell out of you is so you will prove to them what success really means. Even though they annoy the crap out of you, they’re making sure you grow to that success… without someone holding your hand, guiding you all the way there.

If you really think you can’t survive without your lover or crush, let me ask you this: HOW THE HELL DID YOU SURVIVE THOSE FIFTEEN YEARS OF YOUR LIFE BEFORE? I’m sure your parents and siblings would’ve lowered their pushy statements by the time you were ten.

The moral of this thing is that you are perfect the way you are and your family will always welcome you with open arms. You don’t need someone else to help you because you are strong and independent just the way you are.

-xoxo, Erika

The Fireweres and Iceweres (FULL STORY - Part One)

Prologue.

"He mustn't know. I promise I will let him near when the time comes but not now. It is too dangerous. He won't understand," my mother pleaded. I stood behind the door of the family room. Ma was arguing with my father. I didn't know why. Who was the 'he' they kept referring to? Was it me?

"Tamara, you must understand that Aaron must know. I don't care if he doesn't understand, as long as he knows that it is important, that he shouldn't meddle with it. His power is rare. You know Iceweres aren't popular," Pa objected. So it was me they were talking about. I always knew about Iceweres. They were mean and nasty in all ways possible.

How was I one?

"Can we talk about this later? I can sense a spirit outside," Ma whined, rubbing her temples. Pa nodded. I took that as my cue to run back to my room.

All I want is to know...    

Blown Up Space (TOPAZ & GREEN)

Darkness enveloped my body, pressuring me to move away. The world lay around me in chunks of flesh, tangled webs of bones, pools of blood and water and rock. My red hair flowed behind me in a wave as I greeted my dying ones.

Why is it like this now? What happened? Where is Earth? 

Nowhere in sight. Everything was just strewn across; I couldn't recognise anything or anyone. Balls of gas circulated the area, blinding me momentarily. I shut my eyes. I wanted it to stop. Time, my breath, everything. 

"You! Redhead!" someone shouted. I looked out to see the last of a man's breath. He imploded, his head bursting, spewing a disgusting red mix. 

I leaned forward, trying to reach the closest chunk of land. I did it to no avail. 

What good was I in this place. I would die anyways. 

So I opened my mouth, took a breath through my nose and expected the worst. 

A/N: I know it's short because I wrote it on my phone. 

Also, what do you think so far? Should I continue? Should I improve? You tell me. 

Till next time, byeee!

A Night In The Park. (RED & TOPAZ)

The sun was beginning to set. Not many people were left but the few that were, started leaving. The sound of crying children and laughter slowly ceased. She was smiling at the on-goers, admiring the fact that they had a life to go back to. A world to see.

Why can't my life be like that? she thought. Why can't I have a family or, at least, acquaintances? 

Not knowing where to go, she scanned the park one more time then locked the gate. The rough iron felt cold against her warm hands, sending a shiver through her body. After locking all the gates, she unraveled a blanket on the grass, fluffed up a pillow then lay down. Maybe.

Maybe she could pull through.

While in thought, a branch cracked in the distance, though she didn't take notice of it.

He hid behind a tree, his heart pumping. I need to feel the adrenaline again, he thought. Taking caution where he placed his foot, he walked to where the woman was thinking. She had not yet fallen asleep.

He raised a knife. It glinted in the moonlight, taking the woman out of her thoughts. The knife caught her sight for a second. The man grinned, his ears turned red from excitement.

Screaming and laughing. Screaming from the woman and laughing from the man.

No one knew Jane Morris and no one knew David Smith. So no one, but myself, knows of this story.

Welcome to Strange Yarns

Hello! Welcome to Strange Yarns. My name is Erika Barretto and I adore writing. Which is why I've created this blog. I decided, 'you know what? I'm gonna start writing on the Internet rather than keeping my imagination to myself!' So that is why I'm here.

This blog is kind of organised, kind of not. I will explain now that certain colours mean certain genres. For example, blue might mean fantasy so if in the title it says blue, it's a fantasy story. Some of my posts will be prologues of books (keep you reading) some are chapters of full books that I've written (I'll post all of it) and short stories.

Basically if you like reading, you've come to the right place.