April 2012
Short Story Number Seven Hundred and Ninety Six
When I was a kid I used to think that all the tall buildings in the city really wanted to be my friend. That they all wanted to somehow protect me when me and my mum needed to go into the city. And it’s kind of funny because I would always look at the buildings and tell them not to worry. I would tell them I was brave. I would tell them that I had special powers. And I would tell them that...
Short Story Number Seven Hundred and Ninety Five
I used to dream about getting on planes and flying to new places and being happy. I used to dream that you would be there, next to me, telling me to relax, telling me that this was our chance to start again. I’m not sure when I stopped having those dreams. I guess when I wasn’t so worried about everything all the time. When I wasn’t so worried that the bad things inside me would...
Short Story Number Seven Hundred and Ninety Four
I don’t know much about anything, but I do know that I will be next to you and my bones will be talking to your bones and I will do my best not to be scared. You are awesome and I need you and I know that your insides are shaking. So I’m going to hold you and keep you steady and make the shaking stop. I’m going to hold you for the longest time ever and try and make everything...
oh yeah, friday!
So happy it’s Friday. Forgot to say, i finally saw the hunger games and I thought it wasn’t as good as the book (of course) but it did look good. I wish the story mentioned more about the voting/how crazy the whole ‘reality t.v’ thing is/ everyone voting for their favorite fighter etc. It didn’t really go into how all the other districts want Katniss to win etc....
Short Story Number Seven Hundred and Ninety Three
I really don’t know what we’re going to do. All I know is that when I’m outside and you’re not with me, I feel sad. I feel like I’m empty or something. You once said to me that I’m not that happy because I’m always looking for something new. And I guess you might be right. So I think I should feel nothing for a while and see what happens. It might be fun.
Short Story Number Seven Hundred and Ninety Two
I like to think about how it would be great to stay inside forever and never go out again because then we would always be together. We would have our books and our tea and our bed. And the world would carry on without us and everyone would forget about us and it would be awesome. We would be really happy.
