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Funa's past chapter 6- sayonara“Iris!!! Tan!!! HELP!!!” I cry loudly, I’m shoved down into the dirt and pinned down.
“You’ll be coming with us kid.” The man says, roughly picking me up, I kick and squirm, he loses his grip and run away from him, next thing I know is that my wing is grabbed.
“You should have stayed still!!” he pulls a sword out, “Now I have to FORCE you!”
All I see a is a flash of yellow, a slight blood splash and hear a loud thud
“TAAAAAN!!!!!” I shake the man’s grip off my wing and run to him.
“Tan! Tan get up!! Please!!” he doesn’t move, not even the slightest, blood starts to pool around him.
“TAN!! PLEASE!!! MOVE, DO SOMETHING!”
“no.. no…No! NO!! NONONONONO!!!!! TAN!!!!” I shake his body, completely motionless, the crimson had smothered his body and some of my limbs too. “Please… don’t leave me…”
Funa's past chapter 5-a new friend and rising heatI stay inside for the next few days, window locked up tight. I sigh, reading the same book for the umpteenth time that day.
I scream out loud in surprise, the window shattered, shards flying aroudn the room as I held the book up to protect me from them. A young boy was now laying on the floor, covered in cuts and bruises, he appeared to be unconscious. I hurry and take him away from the shattered glass.
“Iris!!” I cry out, she hurries in.
“What happened?! I heard a smash and-!” she notices the boy and cleans him up, wrapping him with bandages too while I cleaned up the glass. Iris lays him on my bed, letting him rest.
“Now… what to do about this window…” she gets some planks of wood and winds up just hammering it up for now., she leaves to go take care of some other things
“kn…” the boy starts to wake up, I hurry and hide in the closet. What if he’s one of those star warriors…? He could be here to
Funa's past chapter 4- two rights and a wrongI lay in my bed, back facing up. I don’t know why, but from as soon as I woke up early that day my back had been throbbing and burning. I could barely move. Tears stung at my eyes as I attempted to move so many times. I heard my door opening.
“Good morning Funa” I heard, I couldn’t move to see who it was, not that I needed too; I could tell it was Iris.
“Iris…. My back hurts really baaaad…” I whined, she came over and had a look, there were two strange, red marks on my back, almost like parallel lines, although they were oval shaped.
“What happened? Did you bump your back on something?” she brushed a hand along it, I yelled out loudly in pain.
“That hurts!!!” Iris quickly moved her hand away.
“Sorry Funa,” she says, petting my head a little “I’m going to call a doctor over ok?” she says as she walks out. I lay there, as still as possible.
Several minutes later, a young woman with a n
Funa's past chapter 3- it wasn't me!The beach water continues to flow, cold as ice as Iris takes me back to the house and she dries me off.
"No problem Funa," she put me down, I walked around the house a little.
"Hey kiddo, welcome back!" I heard, in one of the rooms was LD, he was reading still.
"What's that thing?" I asked, walking in.
"It's a book; you don't know what it is?" I shook my head.
"Come here," I climbed up the bed and sat next to him.
"A book is a heap of pages of paper with writing on them all binded together into one to make a story or something factual,"
"Wow," I tried to glance at the book, all the letters looked like spaghetti in weird twists and turns to me.
"What does it say?"
"You mean you can't read?"
"No, Nama’s only ever read to me,"
"Well, I'll teach you Funa," he got off the bed and took out some paper and crayons; he then started writing out the whole alphabet. I looked at them all, doing my best to remember them.
"This is A, that's B, that's C and so on. There's 26 lette
a christmas drabbleDecember 23th
I unlock the door of my house, walking in. Tears streaking my now puffy and red face as I walked in, I didn't bother to close the door, I didn't bother to put my bag away. I just walked straight to my room and lay on my bed, hugging the pillow tightly, crying my eyes out
GET OUT! JUST GET OUT!! YOU'RE FIRED YOU HEAR ME!? FIRED!
I choke out sobs loudly, tears staining my pillow
IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT YOU WORTHESS GOOD FOR NOTHING BRAT!
"All my fault....." I whine, "All....all m...my....fault...."
I-it wasn't my fault!! I-I didn't do that! I swear!
"I....I swear...." I mumble, my voice cracking as more tears fell, I cried out loudly as they continued to fall.
So much for Christmas. I was planning on buying my stuff with this pay and my Christmas bonus. But that's all down the drain now, no more Christmas. I don't even have money for the rent.... I’m going to get kicked out... kicked out of the house I made...
December 24th Christmas eve
A yawn slips
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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