Alright so seriously, what does a cracked rib feel like? OR SEVEN holy hell we were working out on Tuesday and ever since, my ribs have been hurting like hell every time I laugh or cough or twist the wrong way, which is a problem since I have a cold and I've been coughing a lot as it were. And I'm always laughing anyways. Then again, the cold is subsiding and I've still been coughing a lot, so that could be something to do with it...but today was the worst. Got to last period before I started feeling really sore and sick not doing anything, like something wanted out of my upper abdomen right then and there. Now every time I strain my torso too much it starts up, and it takes a while standing up for it to calm down. I think it's an eight or a nine on the pain scale, when it happens. If it persists through tomorrow I think I'll go to the doctor ASAP. I'm hoping I didn't do something serious...8| So mainly I'm asking A) What can get damaged in the frontal torso, just below my boobs lol and B) could this be something more serious than a pulled muscle?

OKAY I stop whining now. augh it hurts so much. ;_;

How do people do that?I want to look like how I WANT to! I only know how to do it on other people.

P.S. I'm a Full Grown deer now!YAY!

School ended this afternoon, leaving me once again gloriously free. I have an online course I'm taking this summer, but in the meanwhile... WOOO!

So, what'd I miss?

(First writing of my new baddie, Nekumbra. Just wanted to try out a short story featuring her.)

The Grotto of Sorrow was a place tucked away into the deepest parts of the forest. It was a place where many elder deer knew not to venture, for it was aptly named and well avoided.

It was a place where those who were foolish enough to venture in would not be seen again. Many have claimed to hear screams come from the trees there, and that alone was enough to send them running away. Countless times, the does warned their young not to go anywhere near it, and fortunately most of them obeyed and stayed away.

There were many times, though, where the fawns disobeyed, and went into the Grotto. Those were days of mourning, the loss of a young was always a deep pain to bear.

The elders had never considered exploring the Grotto as a team - the fear of death there was much too terrible for them. Therefore, many myths were spoken as to what was in the Grotto. Some believed that there was a pit that those who ventured in would fall into, plummeting eternally into the center of the land. Others thought that perhaps it was the home of Iugulare, the terrible stoat that fought against the Talux of the Endless Forest. There was not an answer, and none of them wanted to find out the truth.

On a particularly warm day, a fawn wandered around the forest, looking for his mother, calling out to her. He was tired, and walking into a clearing, he sat and rested his legs. Looking around, he did not really know where he was. This place was completely new to him.

"Hello there, little one.", a voice said nearby. The fawn looked to see a lovely doe standing there, standing out of the sunlight.

"Where are you taking that, Chanse?"

A short woman with black silken locks turned to her son, who had shared most of her features. Her violet eyes met his identical irises. The boy turned, a sandwich wrapped up in his hands.

"To a friend's." He answered timidly.

"Which one?" Xylia smirked, cocking her head.

"Um..." A pause. "Uh-- he's waiting, I gotta go." Chanse gave his mother a quick peck on the cheek before making for the door.

Just then he was tackled and clung to by a younger, chocolate haired boy. The littler one looked up at him. "Can I come? I'm bored."

"Well yeah, but I'm not coming straight home..."

"I don't caaaare, I just wanna go somewhere." Ketan blinked and faked a pout to ensure that his brother would agree. It worked, and he smiled. "Where are we going?"

"Just around town. I think there's a new shop and I wanna check it out."

The two boys scrambled out the door and onto the street. Their father, Vessel, passed them by. He asked where they were going, how long they would be, be safe, and all the other parental things he could review before going inside. Chanse answered everything politely. Somehow when he did that, it made his father smile. Vessel didn't smile all that often. He still couldn't figure out why.

And so they went. Chanse led the way with Ketan beside him, who was whistling happily. They passed by several houses and crossed a few streets. The neighbor kids said hello, offered to play a game with them, and ran away with no less enthusiasm after they were turned down. The two brothers seemed as close as they would ever be, even with the strange age gap between them. Ketan seemed to be stuck at age 7. Chanse was 13, but looked much younger. They couldn't quite figure each other out, but either way, they were happy to be friends.

But there came a time when they stopped at the corner of a block and Chanse stopped them. He turned, waving the wrapped sandwich around.

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Thanks to z.m123 for this awesome edit!