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Diana's Tale Chapter 4I took refuge in my room, not so much to escape my moms lecture, but rather what had happened at the river. Was Claire right? Was I not human? A thousand questions raced through my head, none of them answered. I could ignore what had happened in the woods, as well as my sudden fear of water, as some kind of fantasy of an overstressed mind. But not that noise. No human should be able to make a sound like that. It was wild, animal, a sound of pure dominance - that no weak ape could make. Whoa. Where did that thought come from? I got up and paced the room nervously. The feeling of otherness was getting stronger, and I wasnt sure how long I could keep it a secret.
This is so not good.
My head went round and round in circles, scrambling for some reasonable explanation, but getting nowhere. I glanced at t
Diana's Tale Chp 3Ok, that was closer, lets try again, Im sure youll get it this time.
You said that last time, and the time before that, and the time before that! I said, exasperated. I sat down with a thud and looked up at Claire, Lets just face it, were not getting anywhere.
For the past hour, Claire and I had been trying to override my sudden fear of the water. Claire had taken my news very well, and had immediately begun thinking up ways to figure out what was wrong with me.
Well, whats keeping you from going in? Claire asked.
I dont know. Fear, I think. I mean, I'm fine going up, and up to a certain point I can rationalize the fear away, but once I decide to actually go in, panic overtakes me and I freeze.
I sighed and looked out over the water. We were sitting on the rock I had jumped off earlier. It was stra
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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