Help me deal with things that I feel to powerless to deal with.
Mafantu
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 @ 08:02pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 @ 03:42pm
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Mafantu
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Mafantu
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 @ 02:41pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 @ 05:27pm
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Hi again
Reki pg. 2
"Please, tell me your name," I whispered. Her stone eyes were suddenly glittering lightly.
"I've seen the moon, I've seen the sun. It seems as if my life is done. I've known the stars, I've touched the rain. Reki...Reki is my name."
The life from her eyes left. It was if I was standing with a shadow. The shadow of death waiting for the right moment to attack.
The branches of a tree rustled, and Reki spun around, poised for a fight. But nothing was there. Only wind. Reki was breathing heavily. Why was she being so strange? Was something about trees freaking her out. I heard something collapse behind me. I turned around. Reki was lying in a heap on the ground. I got down on my hands and knees and tried to help her up.
"There was nothing there, only the wind. I seem to have collapsed again. This really happens quite so often. I bet that's what made your heart soften. Do not worry about me, I'm very frail and weak you see. It is my soul. What is inside? It's like a never-ending ride."
I stood still. Was she going to do something to me? Should I leave? Help her up? I decided to stay. I didn't want to leave her like this. I gave her my hand, and she looked up. Wait, did she smile? I wonder. Does she just need a friend?
That concludes page 2 of Reki. To read more about her tune in next time to watch the 11-year old girl with ADHD write her way into fame and fortune. Uh-oh. My hyperactivity is starting up. I get pounding headaches if I don't do something active xp !!! Owwww! My head!!!!
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Mafantu
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Mafantu
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2004 @ 03:28pm
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Hello
Since I have time today, I'll start my story entry. I should warn you that I'm going to be gone from, october 4-8 on account of camping.
Reki
She has pale, limp, black hair let down to her mid back. Her eyes have no end. A swirling mist in the center of her eyes show her dissatisfaction with the world. She dressed in a black skirt hemmed with red lace. Her top was blood red and had a black rose wilting in it's center. She was bare-legged and had black converse on. She wasn't very tall, about my height. She was skinny. Very skinny. Amazingly skinny. Her nose pointed down, her brows furrowed, her mouth set in a straight line. She looked young. Not young and vibrant. Like she had experienced some sort of trauma. She was 183/4years old.
Her soul was an obyss. It would never end. She was never happy. She would smile sadly. Attack in rage. She was never satisfied. She ran away from her parents. They were never there for her. She thought all were like that. And she hated them all. What a negative outlook she had. Never in my life had I seen such a person. She spoke quietly. Her voice a low, dull whistle in the wind.She seldom spoke. Spoke only to me a few times. Those few times were more thanenough. She spoke in poems. Sometimes epic. Maybe couplets. Never sentences. When she first spoke to me, I stood in awe at the way she spoke so clearly. So neat. So organized. Never could I do that.
There are three more pages to this story. I will be sharing another page on sunday, when I get home friday*Maybe* Then it'll be about a daily schedule.
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2004 @ 03:17am
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Mafantu
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