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 Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 9:13 pm
 The strange, bright creature that smelled of sweetness had lead she and her siblings to the stream more often than once so that they could learn to be 'clean'. She was exercising something called 'freedom' as she wanted to the stream by herself now, wanting some time to listen to the woods... And the soft whisper she often heard in her ear.
It was strange, this voice... It had started to form when she was still in the basket and the more she learned the louder it seemed to become. She wasn't entirely certain what it was... Or who it was. It was just there... And, every now and then, it comforted her.
She stopped by the stream, peering down at her reflection. Her eyes were dark and her skin was... What had her mother called it? Fair. That was the word. "Pretty..." She murmured. Wasn't that what she was? Or was it something else...
Whatever it was, she was on her own for the moment and she could enjoy the quiet... Or the words... Whichever came first.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 7:37 am
Pretty little thing just waiting to be eaten. Shouldn't get distracted. She didn't know if she was talking, or thinking, to herself or what but every time she did she got this feeling that someone was listening. Somehow that made things better when she knew someone was paying attention to what was going on. It gave her a sense that she wasn't just something to be ignored and locked away never to be spoken of or thought of.
It did seem like she was the only one who listened to herself though. No one seemed to address her personally or ask her what was going on. They always asked whoever it was she was talking to. It was pretty rude in her eyes.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 7:58 pm
"No..." She did not like the sounds of that and she shook her head to prove it. She wasn't going to be eaten and she wasn't waiting to be eaten either. That would defeat the purpose of being, wouldn't it? Of course it would.
She wouldn't be eaten but, maybe, she would find food. There were small things swimming in the stream. She had caught one before and it had slid down her throat with a little wriggle. Maybe she could catch one of the larger things this time...
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