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The right man
Last by: spacemusic on 26 Mar 2017 • Contributions: 4 of 150
Last by: ghoulish on 20 Mar 2017 • Contributions: 6 of 200
Last by: whethergirl on 13 Mar 2017 • Contributions: 4 of 45
I couldn't remember. Walking, collapsing --dying. I thought that, if anything, literally coming back to life would give me insight. That I'd be grateful to be alive. But instead of gratitude all I felt was pain. My skin, my bones, my THOUGHTS hurt as they tried to simultaneously recall and forget what had brought me here. At least they were kind. There were kind-faced nurses with warm hands and doctors with calming voices.
Why on earth couldn't I remember stumbling my way to this place?
When One Hundred Million Died
Last by: willtolens on 03 Mar 2017 • Contributions: 8 of 150
“Hello. I-I wish to help.” I broke my gaze from the injured below.
A man stood by her side in a uniform of the same shade as all scattered assisting on the field. She tuttered in some unfamiliar and gruff tongue to him, he nodded, taking her place beside the wounded as she turned her attention to me.
The woman pursed her thinned lips. “You..” Her creased brow lowered as if searching for the words. “You..English...Barrette.” She pointed further down the field. “She speak..You.”
“Pardon? How-what can I do.” I stammered.
The woman took my shoulder in a vice like grip. Pulling me down as a wave shoot over the field.
“Shell.” she spoke. Her fearless eyes once again met mine.
She pointed ahead,"Barrette."