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ok. i guess i'll be the first to start this then.

i call this "The Sword Story" although thats not going to be it's name when it gets published.

warning: if one doesn't like how the story first starts, then go away or keep reading, it gets better


The blackouts are growing continually. They when I was only six months old. And that is when the sword came to me.
Mom died after she taught me how. How to clean the cursed sword.
I live alone. No human contact at all. It helped the blackouts for a small time.
I never knew my dad. He was probably under a spell that night and thought that my mom wasn’t human after I was born three weeks later.
I guess that it was selfish. It wanted a new host to torture.
This had gone on for centuries, mother to daughter, but the same sword. Even if the mother lived long enough to have a second child, it would always be a boy. Even if they were triplets, all boys. Not once would one of the cursed have a normal baby girl. Always cursed, always a fast childhood, an exhilarated growth, until it was pleased.
During the blackouts, I usually end up in a forest, with the sword. I have no control over my body as it takes over. I’m a watcher, a bystander, a victim. I watch myself, from my own eyes, cutting down trees.
Blood comes out of the trees. All of the blood that flowed went to the sword. The sword longer for power or so I think when ever I come back to see the person who had triggered the blackout on the ground. Blood pools around them.
That always gets me thinking, what if it was watching what I’m doing right now? What if it thought that I was the curse?
I’m always reluctant to look at it’s victims. At first they were people that I knew from everyday life, and yet I never get bad dreams.

Most recently, there has been a fog in the forest. It grows continuously, just like the blackouts. A have a bad feeling about this mist.

Five days ago, I went back to the apartment were I grew up. Memories came flooding back into my mind. Memories that I left there with the depressing past. When I looked around, I noticed that there was a lot of stuff there. It didn’t make sense, because of our blackouts, most of the cursed never lived anywhere near were they first killed. And yet it looked like five of more generations of stuff was there. “Odd” I had thought, for I never noticed these things. Books, Newspapers cuttings, school projects, and more books stacked to the ceiling. A part of the whole family history. That’s when an idea came to me. I giggled lightly; as if someone could hear my thoughts, I looked around to see if any one had come. Of course not, who would want to visit an abandoned apartment building?

thats awsome!
and typing isn't that hard, just takes a long time to do. xp