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Becoming Aware
by Brittany Kistler
Chapter 2: Not mine
I looked at his hands. They were extended from him, toward the viewer. It looked as if he was waiting for somebody to put something in his hands. But there was already something in his hands. My family was chained up like a chain-gang in the palms of his hands. But over his shoulder, in the distance, there I was. My back was turned, but I was looking over my shoulder at him. A large collar and chain made me look like a dog on a leash, and in my sad looking puppy eyes, were tears. All around me in the backround were my characters. Dimitri, Raimos and Robert Rose, Quee, Human E
Checkers BioCheckers Bio in Short Stories More Like This
Full Name: Checkers (the rest unknown)
Age- unknown
Height- 5' 11"
Weight- 155 at the most
Birthday- unknown
Nationalities- human...?
Stereotype- N/A
Sexual Orientation- Bisexual, due to rape and sexual confusion
Hobbies-Painting, drawing, reading books, writing books, and poetry
Tragic Time(s) in Life- As a teenager he liked a girl, Jane Marie. Too shy to admit he liked her, he wrote a note. During class she winked at him and passed back the note. "Meet me at my place tonite. -Love Jane" After school he went home to clean himself up and dress up in some of his nicest clothes. After he was all ready and perfected, he stopped b
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Becoming Aware
by Brittany Kistler
Chapter 1: All a dream
"Don't start with me, Damon." I glared into his dark demonic eyes.
Its funny how I get myself into such situations, I thought. This is all a dream...one long dream. Once he makes his first move, it will be all over, and I'll wake up.
"We are incomplete," He gestured toward my creations. All of which were as still and colorless as robots, waiting for an order. "We need to be completed. We want to be real. Don't you dare shove us back into a folder, or your memory make us real or suffer the consiquences." My creations that were male, stepped forward. From the blacknes
She Stood There in The RainHer heart just achedShe Stood There in The Rain in Free Verse More Like This
in pain,
as she stood there in
the rain.
She didn\'t know where
she had gone,
as she walked the street
in dawn.
She stood sadly by the door,
as she stared down
at the floor.
Her tries had been in vain.
She was angry and insane.
She felt she must give up,
so she wouldn\'t hurt so much.
She suddenly turned around,
and left the anger she had
found.
She left those fears,
and wept those tears,
leaving behind a single smear.
Sta.sh
