dreamwriter
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Pen to the paper, writing of wings, flying on dreams
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Post by dreamwriter on Apr 12, 2011 11:38:59 GMT -5
"What's wrong?" I couldn't rationalize her reaction.
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Post by softballgal on Apr 12, 2011 11:41:26 GMT -5
"I don't deal with emotions well. I'm sorry." I said, wiping at the tears.
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dreamwriter
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Pen to the paper, writing of wings, flying on dreams
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Post by dreamwriter on Apr 12, 2011 11:49:49 GMT -5
"I've sort of separated myself from emotions."
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Post by softballgal on Apr 12, 2011 11:50:45 GMT -5
"I can't do that, I've tried and failed every time." I said.
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dreamwriter
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Pen to the paper, writing of wings, flying on dreams
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Post by dreamwriter on Apr 12, 2011 11:52:53 GMT -5
An emotionless life was something my father trained in to me. I frowned, remembering his stark disapproval whenever I cried or displayed any kind of emotion.
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Post by softballgal on May 3, 2011 9:13:02 GMT -5
"I suppose it's better to have emotions than to be left cold." I said, slowly standing now, and trying a weak smile.
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dreamwriter
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Pen to the paper, writing of wings, flying on dreams
Posts: 721
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Post by dreamwriter on May 3, 2011 9:29:39 GMT -5
"Yes," I whispered. This girl was so much like my mother, caring and tender. I didn't care that she really wasn't exactly human. She was herself and I was myself. Nothing could ever change that.
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Post by softballgal on May 3, 2011 12:45:18 GMT -5
"So, yeah, um, what next?" I asked.
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dreamwriter
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Pen to the paper, writing of wings, flying on dreams
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Post by dreamwriter on May 3, 2011 12:52:14 GMT -5
"What was that thing that's after you? It's attacked you twice, but I don't why." I asked.
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Post by softballgal on May 3, 2011 12:56:36 GMT -5
"There are evil forces who want to kill me. I don'tknow what it is, but that it wants my flesh and blood, which can only be obtained seconds after my death before it turns to ashes." I said, shivering, remembering my own father's death.
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dreamwriter
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Pen to the paper, writing of wings, flying on dreams
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Post by dreamwriter on May 3, 2011 12:58:38 GMT -5
"What possible use could that be to it?" I quelled the voices of the spirits who were screaming at me that I should run from her.
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Post by softballgal on May 3, 2011 13:01:24 GMT -5
"Immortality.: I said simply, sensing his fear, It hurt me, and I began to run away from him.
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dreamwriter
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Pen to the paper, writing of wings, flying on dreams
Posts: 721
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Post by dreamwriter on May 3, 2011 13:18:35 GMT -5
"Are you immortal?" I asked. Maybe this was why the spirits were trying to make me leave. Who wouldn't kill for immortality?
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