Hello, I'm Nobody_Burn it all down_Kate, The Storm and A Ute_Intertwined, Interlaced, Interlocki
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Hello, I'm Nobody
You don't know it, but you're the villain in my story. Everyone labels you the good guy. Class president, lead in the school play, girlfriend of the hottest player on the basketball team. Do you even know your victim? Do you recognize the face that's been waiting for you to falter, waiting for their chance to be the star? I doubt it. I hope you choke on your oatmeal. I watch you through your kitchen window like I have for years. I've seen my plot line unfold in your life, because you beat me to it. You don't choke on your oatmeal because you blew on it like a smart girl, one who doesn't want...
Burn it all down
Ash drifted down, dusting their lives and lungs grey while hell’s fingers scuttled across meadows, sprang over rivers, and sprinted between trees. Mother Nature thwarted every effort to contain the flames, scoffing at prayers for rain and instead delivering dizzy winds and dry lightning. The billowing smoke plumed so large that it developed its own weather system—creating more lightning, igniting more fire, and belching more smoke. Sari leapt as high as her little legs could muster, dancing on their driveway face flung upward, tongue flung outward, to catch the charred white flakes that piroue...
Kate, The Storm and A Ute
The earth, dimpled and baked hardtack brown by an Australian summer that had been riddled with blowflies and whining mosquitoes, melted when the first rains of autumn came. Light dimmed, filtered by the mottled, bruised cloud hanging low in the petulant sky. Crisp, cool winds stirred cracked leaves, brittle from a summer’s wrath, and replaced the hot breath that had licked trails of perspiration across Kate’s forehead just moments before. Breath that had at times, felt like a dragon’s; fetid and searing on the intake. Eye watering. Breath that had made her crouch and duck her head as she had e...
Intertwined, Interlaced, Interlocking
For a while now she had been noticing that the same object or phrase had been recurring. At first it hadn't bothered her, but gradually it had become almost annoying. It was annoying because she wasn't able to explain it. Why would things that were somehow tied together be popping up in her life now? Just thinking about the coincidental appearances gave her goosebumps. (It wasn't a term she liked, but the truth was she felt her skin crawl. Her shoulders shivered, in the way they had when her grandmother had warned her about walking home on the old slate sidewalk that had somehow survived the t...