Write Or Die

I write silly and probably bad stories sometimes, and I wanna share them, even if they are quite lack-luster, enjoy <3

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Red

The air bit at my nose. It's teasing chill making me smile, snow was rare around these parts. Maybe it was just that; a tease. But if I had it my way, there'd be a blizzard. I had a picknic basket on my arm, headed to meet with Arkia it contained half a dozen water bottles and two bags of grapes. One for her, one for me. I put slightly less in my bag, not enough to be obvious, but enough to know which was mine. When I arived, I dropped the basket and ran to her. "Are you okay?" I said quickly and frightened by the bandage on her head. "Yep. I'm good. I barely even know why I have this on." She responded nonchalantly. I could see the blood soaked a little through. But not fully. Probably the second one she put on after whatever happened. A bottle of water landed in her lap, "Stay hydrated, what happened?" I was hoping the fear in my voice wasn't too obvious. "Well uh..." She sighs, "okay, my brother punched me last night. Knocked me out. Not a big deal." I wrap my arms around her, "I'm so sorry Hun, your family sucks." She nods and hugs me back, "My mom seemed to leave too. Found a note from her this morning that said she was in a hotel a few miles out to get some time away from my Dad and bother, said if I needed her I could visit and to text or call her If something happens again." She sighed quietly. I whisper in her hear, "This isn't a first for you is it? Getting hurt like that? And having your Mom leave?" Another sigh, "Nope, abuse and running off has been ramnnpant in my house since I was a little girl honestly." Her hands and voice had a shake to them. I nuzzle my nose into her neck, "If you want we can talk about something else." Akria nods and we talk. Hours and hours of stories, new facts learned and a caring voice whenever the conversation got dark. I had my grapes, not a huge deal to me. They were safe. But Akria didn't touch them, instead opting to drinking her water and chewing on the gum she had brought with her. Then she asked the hardest question she could, "How was dinner last night? I'm curious if your family actually has someone who can cook." She laughs to herself. I carefully respond, "It was nice, my mom is a good cook. How about you?" And she froze, "Uh," she could barely respond, "I mean, well. I had dinner. Not fancy or anything just simple stuff..." Her voice trailed off and I held her hand in mine, this made me think of another question. "How much did you have sweetheart?" She looked to the ground and quietly mumbled, "Like half?" She was clearly unsure. I held her close, she turned on some music, and we lied together, staring to the sky until it went from blue to pink to gray. And the evening ended with a simple hug, a kiss on the cheek, and a smile as we said goodbye.

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Arika

Being home is similar to being lock in a room with a Westboro Baptist. Annoying, illogical, and overall an experience you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. My half drunk father threw a plate across the room, I dove into the bathroom as fast as I could manage. Blaring my music. I can't stand yelling. It spikes my anxiety until I'm basically unable to breath. That's why I live in my music. Because I can't deal with how other people act sometimes. A few tears fell, so I focused on tomorrow. I'd be seeing Red again. That would be a blessing for two reason. One; I don't have to deal with my family and two; I get to spend the day with a beautiful girl. Seems like a better way to spend your weekend than to sit at home writing songs that are too badly made to sing. My brother came in eventually, he shot me a glare. "Why the hell aren't you eating." He said. His eyes burning with pure, unfiltered anger. I shrug, "Maybe I just don't wanna be judged for how slow I eat. Or how little. Or how I'm so fat and I shouldn't eat to fast. You assholes seem to judge everything I do. So why bother?" I wasn't yelling. Not even talking loudly. I spoke in a calm knowing tone. It always happened. He knew it just as well as I did. So he couldn't exactly object now could he? Suddenly, I woke up in my room. I looked to the clock. Two hours later. My head hurt like hell and I tried to figure out what happened. A vague image of my brothers fist, my own blood, and my mothers screams followed by my fathers laugh. I raise my fingers to my head, no blood, but clearly some gauges we happened to have around the house. I sigh and look over, a plate of mac & cheese. I roll my eyes, eat half, chug water until I feel physically sick, and toss the rest in the trash. Walking out my room i quickly noticed things wrong. My father was passed out on the couch, like normal. My brother was watching tv in the corner, seemed normal enough. But my mother was nowhere to be found. I quickly set my dish in the sink and leave. I didn't wanna ask. Not now. My bed let out a softly call for me. So I obliged, lied down, and passed out. Another day. Another wound. Another shitstorm. And now mom was gone, the one person who stopped my brother and father from killing me at this point. Goodie-fucking-gumdrops.

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Red

Shortly after arriving home, I gave a slightly wave to the 180 pound perfume bottle otherwise known as my mother, and evacuated to my bedroom. I sat down and started drawing a picture of Arika. Her eyes first, as that's what drew me to responding to her, some stranger I met in the woods. They were a pale green colour everywhere but the very center, just around her pupils, the green faded to a soft brown. Her hair, a Pale pink that had obviously been fading from its last dye job. I smiled at the drawing, not because it was well done, but because something about this girl made me smile. My heart seemed to skip a beat thinking of the smile she gave me before leaving to her home. I would have to meet her in person again. A worrying thought occurred to me as I drew. Her arms were stained with a blueish purple that covered most of them both. She didn't think about them, I saw the jacket in her hands, likely ment to cover them. I hoped she was safe in her home. Shortly after finishing my drawing, my bedroom door cracked open. "Hi Honey. Here's dinner." My mother gave a worried look, she attempted to cover it with a smile but it wasn't happening. She knew, but said nothing, leaving my room and setting the plate of chicken on my bed. I took one bite, near instantly felt sick, and tossed the rest out the window. I set the empty plate outside my room a few minutes later.

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Arika

I wondered through the forest, mostly silent. A few crusty leaves under my feet, but aside from that, nothing much. This forest was more of a home to me than my own home. That place was filled with loudmouth assholes. This place is filled with beauty, and animals, and silence. The animals are interesting too. Several times a week I bring out half a pound of bird seed, and feed the few who approach me rather than hide i their nests. They were my closest friends. And more family to me than my real ones could ever be. Today though, something interesting happened. I saw a girl. She was beautiful. Her hair felt as if I was watching the sky during a sunset and yet her skin seemed like snow. A handful of freckles covered the bridge of her nose and both cheeks. And I did something I have never done with a stranger before. I called out to her. "Hey!" I said, just loud enough for her to hear me, we weren't exactly far away, but I've found words can simply follow the breeze out here. A small smile crossed her lips. As if she suddenly saw me in a way I never could. Like she knew something I didn't. "Hi, it's the first time I've seen anyone out here in a very long time. So it's nice to see someone like me." She said, her smile bigger now. I turned my head, "Like what?" I had no idea. She chuckled, "Alone. Better off here than anywhere else. The type that doesn't care, and thinks no one else does. Did I get that right?" I nod slightly, and right as I'm about to open my mouth, I get a text from my brother, 'Dinner's ready and Mom's pissed you aren't here.,get back right now before she hunts your sorry ass down.' I sigh and look to the girl, "Uh... Sorry. I have to go. But I truly would love to talk sometime. More in-depth. My name is Arika." She nodded, seeming to know exactly where I'm coming from, "I'll do my best to meet you back here tomorrow. My name is Red." I smile, nod, and wave her goodbye. That was truly a first for me. I hate talking to strangers. But there was something about her. Maybe it was the eyes. The somber happiness they seemed to hold. As if she lived through a life of fear and sorrow, and yet remains optimistic for the future. Maybe it was the way she walked. A small, slow skip as we took in everything around her. Whatever it was. I knew I'd be back here tomorrow. I desperately want to learn more about this beautiful stranger.