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Alone that is a word that perfectly describes me in every aspect of my life. I wake up alone and I go to bed alone. I have no friends that can truly feel what I feel so I stray away from people.
Family members have learned that I am not a talker and touching is a one way ticket to bloody pain. Maybe that is why I am here, wondering what is wrong with me, alone. There are no sounds except me typing and a fan working to keep me cool.
Let me tell you all, my tale on what is wrong with me. From the minute I was born everyone knew I was different for loss of a better word. I did not cry, whine, beg, or anything that a normal child does.
I did cry, don't get me wrong, but I was a silent child. I would sit and watch; my p
A Summer in Scales Two A Summer in Scales
"Bent get up dude mom and dad want to get going like right now." A voice said to me through the darkness of the closet that I slept in.
Without even moving or lifting my head I replied groggily "Tell them I will be down later."
The closet door closed and I stood up; stretching from my head all the way to the end of my tail. M claws dug into the carpeted floor as the feeling of refreshment flowed through me. Kyle, the person who woke me, was downstairs talking to his parents.
"No tell him we have to
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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