"Pardon me, ladies.."
Emele felt her expression being wrenched into a beautiful grimace as she turned herself away from the chattering does.
They exchanged looks
"Something I said?"

but she knew exactly what they were thinking because every damn female thought the same damn thought in these situations.
There goes another drama starter.


but of course.








Kindling for the fire.
The question before the court is.. am I the kindling, or the flame? Have I been sitting here, patient as a lamb, sweet as a dove, waiting for an excuse to fuel it?


There would be a fire. A fire to take take take take take them ALL.
An intense heat was inside her, screaming and pleading to get out. A familiar feeling. Felt before. Sometime.
Her neck cracked with the force she used to fling her head back, taking in the sight of the branches above.. Her eyes widened. Spittle glimmered before her eyes.

Insane laughter.

It's just a loon.





Her throat prickled unpleasantly long after the sound stopped in her ears, leaving her with a dull bass rumble that warped randomly at the sounds of her breathing.

Imma loon. A loon. Loon!


that

buzzing




Her face itched with the memory, forehead burned at the memory.
Should I? Things happen more than twice.
Yeah, but what if you're the one making them happen? Oh, shut up.

A fawn regarded her with a mechanical look of uncensored terror. Was it one of the does'? Where were th--oh, behind a tree. She chuckled lightly and wondered to herself if she had walked away from them or if they had fled.
Anyway

that kid's face reminded her of something funny and she pulled one side of her mouth away from her teeth in what she thought was a smile and

smile for the birdy, that's it!


...




bangbang

the fawn was hiding behind the does hiding behind the tree. She laughed again. Who was the tree going to hide behind?