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It was daylight when I woke up on my back, in me ditch, knife in hand. I looked up at my sky.
That made Blue be my color...
I sat up, feeling something wet and i touched my chest. there was goo all over my clothes and my hands were sticky... I wiped them on my grass. So now my color was Green...
"Oh, Lord," i whispered. "why did everything have to keep changing like this?" I was already getting nervous again. My head hurt and it rang when I stood up. My head felt almost empty. It always hurt when I woke up like this.
I crawled up out of my ditch, onto my gravel road and I began to walk, waiting for my mind to come back. I could see the car parked far down the road, and I continued to walk toward it. "If God is our father," i whispered again, "Then Satan must be our mother... Why didn't anyone else understand these important things?"
My car was Red and it was new. When I got to it I tried all the doors but it was locked and i could see my expensive leather camera case laying on the seat.
i herd laughter and i turned around. Out across my field I could see two tiny people walking by my woods. I began to walk towards them. Now Red was my color, and of course, the little people out there were mine too...
- by LittleKittyRae |
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- | Submitted on 06/15/2009 |
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- Title: What Dusn't Balong To Me
- Artist: LittleKittyRae
- Description: A story inspired by a metal band and to many slasher films...
- Date: 06/15/2009
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Malady Angel - 06/15/2009
- well, clearly shes trying to show how the narrate thinks everything belongs to him/her because she/he is psycho!... i liked it though...
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- Paramore2789 - 06/15/2009
- That is an interesting scenario. But I must admit, it was a bit confusing. You have to work on the grammar and spelling, but still good. Please read mt work and keep writing!
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