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Saturday, April 2, 2005


April Short Story Contest 2005
((I realized I won't be at the comp. tommorow, so here's the contest a little early.))

The rain washed at my ankles as I sped through the streets, the law in hot pursuit. I didn't do anything wrong. At least, nothing I could remember doing. People watched from store windows and covered balconys, recording every feature of me they could remember, but I was too fast for most of them, and my distinctive fetures weren't visible in the cold, summer rain. Back then, wow, I could not have been more than 7. "Murderer!" they called out behind me. I did not understand what they meant. Mama had decided it better to keep me locked up, not knowing the truth, then out there in the real world, trusted with such knowledge. I, of course, know now. As I write these words, I still tremble in fear. I...

((Sometimes I'll drop off a sentence, so...yeah.))

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