[Mortals] Messages from the future.
May. 13th, 2009 01:34 pmChloe watched the words fade from the sky, half aware of the men whispering behind her back. F*ck them. She wasn't crazy. She was here for a reason.
The song pressed through her brain into her mouth, and she began to hum. For the first time, the block on her memory ("for the safety of herself and others" she told people when they asked) seemed like a curse. Someone back home loved her. Was it a parent? A lover? A child? She didn't remember. She hadn't even been aware of their existence. She just knew that she was here to save them.
So let them mock her. Let them think she was crazy. She knew the truth.
The song swelled, and she mouthed the words to the full moon, and to whoever waited for her.
I am neither breather nor speaker.
I am neither walker nor sleeper.
I am neither sister brother son nor daughter.
Solely in my chest is my heart a drum of water.
I am under no disguise...
The song pressed through her brain into her mouth, and she began to hum. For the first time, the block on her memory ("for the safety of herself and others" she told people when they asked) seemed like a curse. Someone back home loved her. Was it a parent? A lover? A child? She didn't remember. She hadn't even been aware of their existence. She just knew that she was here to save them.
So let them mock her. Let them think she was crazy. She knew the truth.
The song swelled, and she mouthed the words to the full moon, and to whoever waited for her.
I am neither breather nor speaker.
I am neither walker nor sleeper.
I am neither sister brother son nor daughter.
Solely in my chest is my heart a drum of water.
I am under no disguise...
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Date: 2009-05-13 03:12 pm (UTC)Which is to say, I love the Lost prose that people put up too, but it's really lovely to see some variety.
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Date: 2009-05-13 03:22 pm (UTC)One day I'll get something done with one of my other PCs that generates prose.
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Date: 2009-05-13 03:56 pm (UTC)Btw, Allison, I love this story :)
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