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OK, so here's the story. While I was joining "Bloggers.com" (curtsy of Mimi), it didn't appear to like the title "Be", because of it's shortness. So I decided to just use my gaming name, like I do with practically everything else, because unlike Blogger, my nickname is too cool for other sites.
Anywho. I decided that if I'm going to have that title for myself for ever other single networking/gaming/whatever site, then I should just change it here.

The only reason I did not want to before was because I know it will confuse some people. But I think I left a message warning you of the name change in your comments (Oopsy Daisy's if I didn't). And I do know that it will confuse some people.

But I say "whatever" to that. Gaming names are about to take over one day or rather...

Lady Nansei

^^ Hmm, feels weird signing off like that...

Friday, February 25, 2011

The Unnamed Short Story

This is a Short Story which I wrote because the posts I wanted to write failed and I realised that if you ever read them there might be a freak accident where a million people commited suicide (I wish that many people read my blog!). So this is the story, purely random and I haven't edited it because I was too lazy so enjoy!

The weather was perfect for fishing. I realised that as soon as I accidently dropped my Grandfather’s tackle box on my toe, kicked it at the wall and saw all the arrangements of colourful lures, hooks and sinkers. I’ve never been the type to go looking for my own food, I’m always expecting mother to come up to me and feed me like a rubbish bin, but that day the city girl in me ran away and a brainier girl replaced her.
As I fumbled around house, lit only by the small windows, since the electricity had gone out, I dropped the photo albums and stuffed toys and threw out all the expensive clothes in my suitcase and instead tipped the contents of the fishing box into the bag, took some knives from the kitchen, collected my father’s boots and mosquito spray and threw in the ugly but comfy and rain-proof clothes.
I gave the 10-person tent a longing look before I headed for the back door. It was nearly dusk, the rains had been and I was sure the bush, which would soon be my home, was filled with blood thirsty leeches and dangerous snakes. But I knew that it would be too conspicuous so I said goodbye to the tent, beds and photographs with a tear in my eye.
Before I closed the door my dog, Tofu, came running out and gave me the puppy dog look, the look which said, “Please take me, don’t leave me here in the darkness, please,” but I gave him a kiss on the nose and left through the window so that back door remained locked. I knew that it would be the last time I would see him, and he knew that too.
I had to force myself to stop crying, it was useless tears, and they gave you a cold and left you feeling empty afterwards. And I bawl like a baby, if I were to risk weeping it would be like risking bringing Tofu or the tent. I felt bad for not putting him outside so he could run free, avoid the heartless shadows and the guns which only screamed one thing. Death.
I had to remind myself that I wasn’t a bad person; I was doing this on orders―my mothers. She told me to look out for myself, that I was the most important thing now and if they got me it would be as if God gave the Devil the reins of Power.
So I pressed on, I disappeared into the forest, not stopping until the moon rose to the top of the sky and my legs couldn’t take it anymore. I climbed a tree and curled into a right ball up there, freezing in the cold air, scared and on the verge of a breakdown.
But I still had hope, that when the sun rose tomorrow I would be alright, everything would. If the sun rose tomorrow that is.
And I knew it wouldn’t. And I knew that everything wasn’t going to be alright.

--Be

5 comments:

Nat Attack said...

This is really good. I dont get the end though but I have to say 'poor Tofu' I would never have left my dog behind!

Hannahbelle :D said...

totally wondering where this was going aii! You're an awesome writer, you MUST right my assay for me.

QueenDesi said...

OMG!! baby this story is too great,
enjoying to read this post.
have ever try to write some novel or somethin' like that??
i really see a big and great potential here :)

Enjoy your weekend baby!!

THE SECRET LIFE OF "D"

in Love&Light
Queen D

Lexy @ Quirky Explosion said...

WOAHHH GURL. You're such a wonderful writer. You blog is filled with amazing writing. It's definitely evident that you love writing. And IT'S FABULOUS.

By the way, I love those swimming fishies on the side of your blog. They're so bizarre, but fantastic.

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Lexy @ Quirky Explosion said...

Hahah. In regards to the banner thing up there... Uh, I wish I could have a profound, "Pshhh all you have to do is ---." But I'm the biggest fail at technology. So, alas, I do not.

But hey. You're an amazing writer! (I don't know if I've mentioned that before, haha.)

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