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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 7:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 6:41 pm
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004 Childhood Memories
POV of a character from one of my stories.
I don't remember anything before the age of ten. I remember being near the dusty street, laying on the ground next to the door to a root cellar. The cool air underground made it slightly cooler there, as opposed to the oppressive heat everywhere else.
It hadn't rained in days--that much was obvious from the dust drifting above the roads and catching on everyone's clothing and on the surfaces of the buildings.
I was hiding from someone, but I couldn't remember who, and honestly, I couldn't bother to try to remember or do anything else. I was bone tired, and all I wanted to do was sleep, but the heat wouldn't allow for a moment's reprieve.
So I laid there, next to a cellar door, not moving, barely breathing, and trying my hardest not to exist, until he came along and found me.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 6:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 8:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 8:13 pm
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