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86. Seeing RedAnd I walked out the door. I walked straight out through the front yard, pulling a bag over my shoulder as Anna ran behind me, screaming frantically, "No! Come back! Kota! No! You can't leave, please!" I didn't say anything, even. I ignored her, pulled out my car keys, opening my truck's hard beaten doors when she pulled down my arm ferociously, yanking me back. "Oh no you don't! I invested my whole life into you!" And then I told her what I had wanted to tell her for a long, long, time. I told her I mistakenly gave my life up for hers. I told her I didn't love her anymore. I told her that she was obsessive, clingy, and crazy. I told her it was over.
Then my world went black.
And white, bright. Bright, White. Then wide eyes… insane smiles. Laughter and a loud metal lock, bright red hair; freckles. I could never be sure, but I guessed this thing I kept seeing was a she. A girl. Anna; my Anna. Maybe. And I stood up, I tried to claw my way out the bright white room, but it proved
NaNoWriMo 2012 - TAS Chapter 5JAXITH
"Mr. Allen, we think you need to see something."
I know that boy's voice. A slight ring of an Arabian accent, some arrogance intermixed in there. One of my students, Faiz. "What is it?" I question. "Is someone here to see me?" My hands fumble with a little trinket, some kind of spring. I have to admit, I'm actually amused with the way it bounces off my fingertips. I glance up at Faiz, flinging the spring at him with a wide grin.
"Hey!" Faiz says, and I can hear him chucking it back, narrowly missing me. "I just need to tell you something."
"Well get on with it."
He doesn't reply for a few moments. "Um… well it's a new girl... uh Hunter. They just brought her here. People are saying she'll be a Shadow Bracket, but she hasn't completed all the tests so no one is really sure. But she's here, and the Officials are watching her closely, giving her extra challenges to see if she can get out of them. Although… she doesn't succeed in the tests like kids normally do… it's s
NaNoWriMo 2012 - TAS Chapter 4HUNTER
I wake up with ants in my hair.
My eyes flutter open, and my vision blurs in and out until I can see… trees. Leaves, bark and wood hanging over me. I sit up unsteadily, and out of the corner of my eyes is a small little red thing.
I jump up in alert, running in circles frantically. "Get off me!" I scream, as if that'll help. I shake my long straight hair wildly, my hands running through the locks frantically. After slapping a giant red ant off my neck, I'm reassured I ran in circles enough to get all the nasty things out.
After I've composed myself, I take a deep breath, straightening my messed up hair obsessively, running my fingers through the bangs that hang over my forehead.
And then, I realize… why were there ants in my hair?
I look at the ground. Dirt. Rocks. Pebbles. Ants. Leaves.
I raise an eyebrow (yes, I can raise one eyebrow. I'm actually pretty proud of myself for this) and backup slowly. Then I remember that boy with the glasses. He knocked me o
NaNoWriMo 2012 - TAS Chapter 3HUNTER
I have no idea what I'm doing, I really don't. I'm in an insane asylum; at least I'm almost sure of that one lingering thing. I wake up in clothes I definitely wasn't in before. A gray tank top, black pants, and high, black, laced up, sturdy boots. There are these dark gloves on my hands, stretchy with a grip on the palm and holes for my fingers.
It's not like I feel as if these things are ugly, I just feel as if well I guess I just find it strange that I'm wearing these clothes in a crazy person refuge.
I'm pretty sure insane asylums aren't like this. I guess I could be wrong.
No one is near me. I'm alone. And I have no idea what is going on everything is blinding white, I have to wonder why I'm really in this place and where the place even is. Imagine running away, getting kidnapped, and being planted in some nut house. Not sure how that all goes together, but somehow it does and I can't stop wondering why.
I swing my legs over the mattress, rubbing my brig
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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