-- The Art Of Forgetting -- Update 9

I took a right out of the automatic sliding doors of the hospital. My heart beat faster and faster, I crossed the street unaware of traffic. Cars stopped, and honked their horns at me. I covered my ears, and kept running. Across from the hospital is the park where Kale and I had first met. Memories filled my head, and kept going around and around. I kept running, until I ran to the tree where he first acknowledged my presence.

--The Art Of Forgetting-- Update 8

I walked down the lifeless hospital hallways alone. There were nurses smiling at me when I passed by, and some elderly folk in wheel chairs rolled along. Other than that, completely lifeless. Hospitals in my opinion have always seemed depressing. They are a sign of death, and sickness. My past experience with hospitals is that nothing good happens. I stopped in front of a vending machine, and fished in my pockets for some change. All I had was a dollar, and I need twenty-five more cents for a bottle of water. Since I didn’t have any, I sagged my head and started to walk off, until some called.

--The Art Of Forgetting-- Update 7

The first thing Nate did when I got into the car was make sure I was ok. He asked me if I felt sick, he asked me if someone tried to kill me, he asked me if Kale took advantage of me.

“I swear if that fucker did anything to hurt you—“

--The Art Of Forgetting-- Update 6

“Well I think I am going to take a shower,” Nate brushed passed me, and went down the stairs. That left me and Kale alone in the kitchen. I propped myself up on to the counter and waited for him to finish his eggs. Kale was slowly chewing on his egg that was one of my biggest pet peeves when it came to Kale. It would take him forever to eat his food, unless it was Chinese of course.

--The Art Of Forgetting-- Update 5

 The sun peeked through crack in the curtains. I got out of bed, and took a nice quick shower. I changed into something comfortable, and went to the kitchen. The kitchen was completely empty of anything good to eat, so I settled for Mini Wheat’s. Kale was still sprawled on the couch, but this time he was snoring loudly. When he wakes up I am going to give him a piece of my mind. After breakfast I thought it was time that Kale woke up.

--The Art Of Forgetting-- Update 4

The car ride to his family’s cabin was mildly romantic. He cranked the windows down, so the summer breeze swept through my curls. He had his hand on mine, and squeezed it whenever he got the chance. “Our Song” by Taylor Swift was playing on the radio.

 “Babes, what’s our song?” he asked.

--The Art Of Forgetting-- Update 3

The bottle went around the circle and it stopped in Kale’s hands. Agilely he spun the bottle, and I watched it slowly spin around and around, I swear it was in slow motion mode. When I had realized where the bottle stopped, my guts felt like coming out. The hole on top of the bottle seemed to swallow me into it. I felt like I had been trapped within it, and there is nothing I could do to change the result. A part of me was excited to see what he was going to pull out of the hat and the other half of me was screaming at me, telling me to run out of the room. I glanced at Kale and he was lightly blushing. Michelle handed him the hat and he stuck his hand in. I crossed my toes hoping for something decent to come out of the box. He held a slip of paper in his hand and read it out loud,

--The Art Of Forgetting-- Update 2

Nate had finally gotten up, so I went back upstairs. I pulled out a stool, and sat on it. Mom turned around and frowned.

“Something wrong honey?” she walked over to my side and put an arm around my shoulder, “you seem kind of down today, something on your mind?”

“No I’m fine actually,” I lied. What was I supposed to tell her? That I dreamt Kale died!? They say if you share it with someone it comes true.  “Actually mom Kale and I are going to his cabin tonight,”

“Just you and Kale?” she sounded worried.

“Yes, is that a problem mom?”

 

Different~ Prologue

Prologue to my story :D

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Human. How they laugh at me, taunt me, torment me. All for being different.

I stared at myself in the crystal glass, my anger reflecting back, doubling as it went. I put a dark hand to my cheek- red with rage, not red with their magick.

Leaning in, I pressed my pointy triangular nose against the cool surface of the glass. My deep hazel eyes- so unlike the oceanic silver of theirs stared back. Without warning, an icy tear rolled down my cheek and steadily more started to fall. The ice began slowly to put out the flames burning across my face, and replacing anger with hurt.

I began, more hurriedly now, to examine my body. My burnt umber hair, so lifeless and dull without the pale, silver and gold strands. Yanking my hair back roughly and with fingertips entwined with hair I inspected my ears. They are soft and rounded, not the classical beauty of those so pointed.

I twisted and turned, straining to see-to imagine the feather light gossamer that could never float so regally behind me.

As I stood mulling over how dismal the whole situation was, Dusk burst in through the archway, panting breathlessly.

"They're here."

--The Art Of Forgetting-- Update 1

Hello Readers, Future Readers, and Possible Readers!

I am going to share with you a tale so wild, so heartbreaking, so emotionally, it will leave your socks wet. Now before you start reading there are few things you need to know about this story.
 Well first off, there are going to be sex scenes in there, there is going to be cussing, and tragic moments, and it will make you tear up ( I hope).

On another Note I hope you enjoy it & Please Comment! Commenting makes me a happy camper & if you give me Constructive Criticism, it will improve my writing which will help the both of us.

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"A Journey of A Thousand Miles Must Begin With A Single Step"

Hello and welcome to Unwritten Inc.

This is a place for Kami and I to do a bit of a story sharing and posting. A nice little collaboration of short stories is what we're going to have here :D

So feel free to have a look around, and enjoy reading once we get some stories up and running ! Oh and leave us some comments. Every writer knows you need some constructive critisms to get better and better :D

~Blair