Second one I think fast forwarded past stuff in the first one. I was in the same woods as the first one, but I was staying with a woman with a bunch of other people my age. she gave us kits every day with food, but some of it was marked poison. Ex. a box of tomatoes with a salad with called "Luna root" which you were supposed to wrap around the tomatoes to get the poison in. I was the only one who didn't have Stockholm's and threw her food on the ground; nobody cared.
For attention I spit on the woman's hair, but she didn't really care, she knew my lips were going numb because I couldn't spit that far. I took a box of cookies from the pack and left, I went up a ridge and saw people really far below and the only way I could've reached them is if I climbed down the trees, but it was really far. I imagined doing it, but I chickened out. I think I died shortly after.
Epilogue I figured out when I woke up; all the food was poisoned except the stuff she'd left unlabeled, hence why my lips went numb. I was already poisoned and died in the woods when I ran away, that's why no one cared that I was acting out, they knew I'd be gone soon.









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Tears and tears. Stains that lift or stay. Oil, Skin, Nails, Prints; distinctive little traces we leave. These are the proof that we are here. It doesnt take a work of art or a masterpiece to prove that we exist. Science over sociology. Logic over art.
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Tears and tears. Stains that lift or stay. Oil, Skin, Nails, Prints; distinctive little traces we leave. These are the proof that we are here. It doesnt take a work of art or a masterpiece to prove that we exist. Science over sociology. Logic over art.
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[probably the luckiest girl alive]
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Darkly Demented with a Macabre mind,
Forever dreaming Something Strange,
The Gothic Victorian Lolita
Approaches you with blood on the knife.
Cheers!
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~jef
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"Are the gods not just?"
"Oh no, child. What would become of us if they were?"
~Till We Have Faces, by C.S. Lewis
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