>>> Follow U Hom3

First- I meant to write that title like that for no other reason then that it amused me so. 

Second- I think I disturbed myself. 

>>> Follow U Hom3

A feeling can tell you a lot about a situation, it’s like a warning before something good or bad happens. Tonight it starts out as a tingling sensation that starts at your toes and slowly creeps up through your spine and causes you to shiver all over. You have a chilling sense of being watched, impending disaster. You want to look around for the creeper but not appear obvious so instead you speed up to where you see a crowd of people. If you can reach them you’ll feel that much safer, you think.

You haven’t really felt safe in a while and truthfully- We’re never safe. You’ve come to realize that even in your own home you are a target. Someone breaks in. You wake up to the sound of a shattering window, or maybe the heavy crunch of a booted foot kicking in the front door. Guns are drawn, voices are screaming. A friend, roommate, maybe even yourself is hiding under the bed while another person is in the bathroom with a hammer gripped tightly in white knuckled fingers. Just like that your life has changed. The home you felt protected in is no longer safe, and you are jumping at shadows at every turn.

Only I am not a shadow. I’ve broken into your home and stolen your things- jewelry, perfumes so I can smell your scent, pictures so I can remember you. A shrine on my wall built solely around you’re perfection. I’m positive you’ll be flattered when you see it. I have a wooden table below it- a alter with some strands of honey blonde hair from your brush.

The streets are dark. You finally turn your head to the left, right but you should be looking behind you. I creep up silently, nary is a sound made.

“I’ll never hurt you. Just let me love you.”

I had actually PLANNED for it to be a joke between a guy and a girl. He was going to be teasing her about what he would do if he was stalking her or something but I decided to leave it like this instead when there was no way to make the ending make sense. It was written in about 15 minutes. 

Excerpt to the NANO Story

So a little setting up I suppose is in order. This short piece is an excerpt that I posted on the CampNANO site. It features Rose talking to the live audience about herself, and her fear of water and why she has that fear and then she delves into the reason they are all there before it shifts over to the actual story where she meets Conner for the first time. Conner turned into a bit of a potty mouth that I was not expecting at all. Luckily it's only inside it's head, sadly it's 1st person story. 

Now I am going to be back to writing Conner chatting up the dead in school, or at least being chatted to by the dead.

Is it weird that I have a complete and utter fear of really deep water? It's got to be irritional right? I mean here I am the bearer of the Water Element and I personally can't stand it. I mean I love the rain and I am okay with taking a bath or shower but if you get me near the ocean my body sort of freezes up and a panic sets in. I can't get in pools unless they are shallow, and I mean in the sense that it's not rising above my damn waist thank you very much. I think being the water element is some sort of cosmic joke. I wasn't even always afraid of water but after an accident when I was younger it sort of just happened.