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A note from the author
I apologize for the lack of updates. In times like these I wish I lived a Sim's life. Over the last month I've been suffering a severe case of morning sickness. Constant nausea and throwing up, even with the medication my doctor gave me. Not a brief episode to the toilet one Sim day before I "discover" I'm pregnant. Dropped five pounds in the ( Read more... ) -
8.6 Ogres are like Onions
Stiff limbs tingled from a lack of circulation. My lids were crusted with remnants of the hours sleep; a quick flutter of the lashes brought in waves of nausea. I felt the bile build in my throat, yet I could not shift my body. The fluids drained slowly down my throat as I fought to swallow. My mind was clouded with dizziness. I felt in ( Read more... ) -
8.5 Nothing is Certain
My fingers scanned the pages with little success. Another day. One more day. I snapped the book shut; Heiro was situated next to me on the bench. The school bus was delayed; I was tempted to walk home - however it was nearly 5 miles uphill. There were few clouds to offer protection from the heat. Seventy four degrees in April. Only a rain ( Read more... ) -
8.3 Runaway Train
"Call you up in the middle of the night / Like a firefly without a light / You were there like a blowtorch burning / I was a key that could use a little turning / So tired that I couldn't even sleep / So many secrets I couldn't keep / Promised myself I wouldn't weep / One more promise I couldn't keep." Runaway Train - Soul Asylum.
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Chapter 8.1 Detachment
She set me on the plush carpet. The smile had vanished from her face. The knocking grew louder. Her eyes were wide with alarm; I whimpered in confusion. "Hush, baby." She cooed. "Lets play a game again. You hide and be quiet like a little mouse. And mommy will find you."
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Intermission
Before my thoughts could translate the tongue. Before my mind could comprehend the warnings. Before my memories began. They were there. A static noise ever present within the confinds of my mind. They were leeches. Severing my ability to decipher the line of imagination and dreams from reality and the past. What was my past?
Abandoned since the age ( Read more... )
