June 7, 2012 - 4:56pm — Sicily
Hopefully this'll be the completed version of Zash's letter. I like it, so it might stay. This is based off of a young soldier's opinions of World War I, specifically when and after the US entered the war. Poor Zash.
I know I should have told you. I know I shouldn’t have cowered; my tail tucked between my legs like a lowly dog and slunk off into the night. I should have told you, straight up front. I…just … I just couldn’t bear to see your face, Mother. I couldn’t bear the thought of hurting you. I am your son; I wanted to protect you just as much as you wanted to protect me. I wanted to wrap you up in my arms and shield you from the evils of this world, where everything doesn’t have a pot of gold, where every stranger can’t always be trusted. I wanted to let you keep your happy little bubble, just for you. Where you could flitter about, humming and dusting just like you used to when I was young.
Just as much as I wanted to protect you, I wanted to be free, to sever that leash holding me back. I was stupid enough to think that I could protect you from where I was… that I could protect both of us. So while you were crying at your table, mourning the disappearance of your only son, I was masquerading my way into the army, planning to show everyone just how strong I was.
Mother, no form of strength could drag me out of this Hell. This is not the glory I was told of. I thought that by going out here, to face the enemy, I would be protecting you, protecting those I love. I thought that by showing our military strength, the enemy would turn tail and run. They haven’t run. They bombard us with gas and bombs alike, keep us in our trenches. We are burrowed in the ground, forced into hiding like a hunter would a fox, just waiting to be forced out by the hint of smoke.
I do not want to be the fox, Mother. I want to be the hunting dog, braying victory to my master. This is a different fight.
June 7, 2012 - 1:40am — Rutilus
'Mom I will be late for school!' Rose Winifred Heart screamed down the stairs at her mom who had been annoying her all morning. She had told Rose to clean the bathroom AND the kitchen but Rose only had time to get breakfast before she would have to get on the bus to school. So Rose said no and her mom went apeshit at her shouting and throwing dishrs in the air banging the counters too. 'You are an ungrateful brat!' she had cried at her daughter who growled and hurried back upstairs to get her bag. Rose came back downstairs mutterong about how much she hated her mom for being such a well, let's not start swearing, she had been taught all her life to not sware.
Rose looked in her makeup mirror thing as on the bus to school and sighed. 'Why does everyone tell me I'm pretty' she thought to herself. 'It's sooo confusing!' From the eye of her corner she could see a familiar boy oogling her. Rose tried not to smile but giggled anyway, blushing shyly.
The boy staring at her was the most popular guy in school. The boy was called Christopher Hansen but everyone calls him Chris because lets face it otherwise he would be called like Tophy or something and thats just stupid lol.
Rose had really wanted to ask Chris to the dance coming up at the school but she was really shy. All her friends kept telling her to do it but she kept saying no since if Chris rejected her everyone would call Rose the laughing sock of the school.
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TO BE CONTINUED!!! STAY TUNED for Rose's arrival in the endless forest but HOW DOES SHE GET THERE? What about Chris? Can she get revenge on her mom for being unfair WE JUST DONT KNOW!
MORE COMING SOON!
