On the bright side, I am working on writing more! I've begun writing a page every night. Just basic little one shot short stories... although the first one sounds like it could be a prologue!
Running Away
I never thought I would want to do something so desperately. I was happy. Then things got out of control. I didn’t mean for it to end up this bad. We were in love. I knew my parents didn’t approve of our relationship. They always said he was too good for me. Isn’t that a great support system… I knew they were right. He was perfect. He couldn’t have entered my life at a better time. My brother had just left for the war and my friends had stopped talking to me because I always chose schoolwork over partying. I bet they wish they had stayed home as well. Anyways, He helped me cheer up. I was finally getting my life together. We were going to go to school together in the city. My parents wanted nothing to do with that idea. They told me I had to stop talking to him. Of course I couldn’t listen to them. They eventually began locking me in my room every day. After several weeks I found a ways to escape. That was great until they went to check on me. I had gone to his house to hide which was stupid of me. My parents had gone nuts. They showed up and apparently were armed. We ran as soon as we heard gunshots. They followed us, shooting everyone who got in their way. We found out own guns right as they found us. We all stated shooting. It was chaos. They killed him. I shot them both. Turns out they were robots. I have no idea what they did with my parents or why they are after me, but I know I have to keep running.
And then tonight's was
Flying
I always knew my tree climbing habits were dangerous. I bet my mother was thrilled the day my father helped me climb my first tree. He was a mountain climber. One of the best in the world actually. He taught me to climb trees when I was six. He felt it was a safer way for us to spend time after my mom shot down his idea of taking me mountain climbing. And I’m sure it would have been. He died a year later. I spent most of my time up in the trees after that. He once told me that he felt free on the top of a mountain. As if he could just jump up and fly. I felt the same way about the trees. He died flying. His plane crashed on his way home after climbing Everest. I wish he would have died on the mountain. That’s where he was happiest. It had been 10 years since he died when my mom announced we were moving to California. I was so excited. I never told her about my plan to climb the redwoods for him. I spent months preparing. Those trees were nothing like what I was used to. When I finally reached the top of one, I pulled out a picture of my dad and tied it to a branch. I made a stupid decision after that. I found a big, sturdy branch and decided to take a nap before starting my climb down. Apparently the wind picked up quite a bit. I woke up just in time to see the branch break. Now, I’m flying with my dad.
Just thought I would post those here so that I can find them again. I will probably post more as I write more!
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