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This is an attempt at a book I liked the idea of and wanted to write. However
I likely will end up not finishing. I'm bad about that, so sorry if I don't. Enjoy!
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It was getting bigger, that thing. And it kept getting bigger as the object was moved towards it. And there were other things increasing too. There was a thing that was making the area behind the object's seeing parts feel bad. And another thing like it, but it was less and kept happening, and made the area feel a bit better. Then, the first thing wrapped around the object, hurting its seeing parts as it stopped being moved forward. It didn't like the hurting and started making its own thing to try and make the hurt go away. Then the thing and the hurt with it started to get less until it became something smaller above the object, and other things appeared in the area. The object felt something good under it and looked at another object. It could tell they were the same, although this one was bigger than itself.
"Its a boy Missus Washington," the doctor said, handing her baby to her. She took him gently in her arms, and turned to the man who was standing beside her. "Look Ron, its our baby. Our baby boy." She was crying a bit, and Ron was too as he looked down at his beautiful baby. "Welcome to the world of humans. I'm speaking to you right now. Can you understand me? I'm Ron, your dada," he said, as he pointed to himself. "And this is your mama, Arin," he placed a hand happily on her head, then wiggled his finger around in front of the baby. "And do you know what this is? Its a finger. And this is an arm." He started pointing out and moving around parts of his body, "And this is a hand, head, leg, foot-"
Ron was stopped by Arin putting a finger to his mouth, "Don't overwhelm him with too much noise sweetie, he's just been born, let him adjust." She turned to her baby again, smiling. "Can you smile? Do it like this," and showed him. The baby reached out and grabbed her mouth. She kept smiling though, because she could tell this baby was special. Not just because it was hers, but because she knew that there was something special about him as an individual. She could feel that he would do great things, and smiled more as she turned back to Ron. "So, what are we going to name him?" They started speaking quietly to each other. And no one saw the baby smile at them, nor the small glint of greatness that was hidden just behind his light blue eyes.
One Chance
He looked deep into his own eyes, staring at himself through the bathroom mirror. The gift of sight, from an object less than two inches across. Funny that something so small could be such a big part of life. He moved closer, examining all the little details. The lines in the iris, the veins sprinkled around, the perfect black circle of the pupil. Then he blinked, realized he was just distracting himself, and shook his head to get back on task. Then he remembered the task.
As a result he started sweating a bit again. He took a paper towel and wiped his forehead. He couldn't do it, he thought, and balled up the paper towel tightly in
Back to Driving
Its nearly midnight on a Friday, and you're driving down the highway. You've been going for almost 7 hours at this point. The radio switches from commercial to the DJ, where he introduces the upcoming song "And now we have Radioactive by Imagine Dragons." As it plays you find yourself counting notes ahead. This song is getting played too much. Way too much. But you listen to it anyways because all the other stations are on talk shows and you need to keep yourself awake. You take a swig of your half full coffee mug to help this task. Setting it back down a car suddenly speeds past, making you jump as the lights flash by the window. No WAY he w
5 Second Finish
The crowd was cheering, the sound blasting on my ears. It felt like my eardrums were being pushed inward, forced into my skull and brain, just so I could listen to the horrible noise better of a thousand people screaming and ranting, stamping their feet and clapping their hands.
"ONE!"
The announcer screamed out over the loudspeaker. Already a second had passed, and I had not yet completed the task. A task I was forced into, a task I did not want to take, never asked for and never knew was coming.
"TWO!"
I had been taken from my family last Saturday. We were about to enjoy a nice dinner, and feast on the deer my father had recently caught
Mommy's Flower (NOT FOR WEAK OF HEART)
This is a story idea I came up with a while ago. Its ending is gruesome, and the plot is quite horrid. For those who don't know me, you might call me deranged for writing this. But I feel that not writing this is preventing me from coming out with other good stories. If you can not stand gore, then don't read this. It may be very upsetting. Be warned: http://pastie.org/private/itacpsrvqkihemruldoxq
EDIT: Apparently I'm overhyping the problems of this story. I was going to write the full ending, of everything that actually happened, and now that's stuck in my head as a part of the story, so I see it in a worse light than it actually is.
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