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Shannon
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I wobbled on the wooden crate, shielding my eyes and looking out. It was so big, that view. I'll never remember it perfectly. How can anyone remember something so big? I don't think people's brains are designed for memories like that. They're designed for things like phone numbers, or the color of someone's hair. Not hugeness.
— Jan 24, 2012 10:04PM
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Shannon
is on page 109 of 304
"You know I'm right," you said. "Your parents are assholes. Their main concern is making money, making their house look like something out of a magazine, and getting mentioned in the society pages. They were molding you all the way, training you to be a little version of them. I saved you from that."
"No!"
"What? I've heard you say it to their face enough times."
"I'm their daughter."
"So?"
"I can."
— Jan 27, 2012 12:11AM
"No!"
"What? I've heard you say it to their face enough times."
"I'm their daughter."
"So?"
"I can."
Shannon
is on page 108 of 304
"I know what it was like," you whispered, "... the nights you were in your parents' big house all alone, your parents working so late ... your friends getting smashed off their asses in the park, and you not knowing whether or not to join them. Josh Holmes tapping on your bedroom window at one in the morning ..." You let my arm fall to my side. "Were you really happy in the city?"
— Jan 27, 2012 12:06AM
Shannon
is on page 99 of 304
"Want a swim?" you asked. "I need to check the spring."
I shook my head quickly, forcing my eyes away from your chest. Every inch was firm and brown. I'd never seen anyone so toned, so perfect, before, but I knew this wasn't a good thing, your strength, and it made my heart falter as I thought about what you could do with it. I looked down at the ground instead.
— Jan 27, 2012 12:01AM
I shook my head quickly, forcing my eyes away from your chest. Every inch was firm and brown. I'd never seen anyone so toned, so perfect, before, but I knew this wasn't a good thing, your strength, and it made my heart falter as I thought about what you could do with it. I looked down at the ground instead.
Shannon
is on page 95 of 304
I caught a glimpse of your stomach, smooth and muscled, like ridges of sand. You moved to a metal pole attached to the side of the veranda. You fastened your hands around it, then pulled your chin up and lowered it slowly. Your biceps swelled with each life, stretching your skin tight enough to snap. You were the strongest man I'd ever seen. If you decided to, you could kill me easily.
— Jan 26, 2012 11:58PM
Shannon
is on page 87 of 304
It sounded weird to hear you talk so much; normally you only said a few words at a time. I'd never imagined that you'd have a story, too. Until that moment, you were just the kidnapper. You didn't have reasons for anything. You were stupid and evil and mentally ill. That was all. When you started talking, you started changing.
— Jan 26, 2012 11:54PM
Shannon
is on page 84 of 304
"It didn't happen," I said. My voice was shaky and soft, hardly there. "It isn't true."
You reached across to me and grabbed my shoulder. I felt your fingers dig into my skin, forcing me to look at you.
"It happened," You said. Your face was set, your eyes unblinking. "It's true. You just haven't remembered yet." You stared hard at me, at my left eye and then my right. "But you will," you whispered.
— Jan 26, 2012 09:07PM
You reached across to me and grabbed my shoulder. I felt your fingers dig into my skin, forcing me to look at you.
"It happened," You said. Your face was set, your eyes unblinking. "It's true. You just haven't remembered yet." You stared hard at me, at my left eye and then my right. "But you will," you whispered.
Shannon
is on page 30 of 304
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice cracking.
"That's easy." You smiled, and the cigarette in your mouth hung down, stuck to your lips. "Company."
You inhaled deeply, then looked back at the collection of boulders.
I followed your gaze and spotted a small gap through the middle of them. It looked like a pathway.
"How long will you keep me?" I asked.
You shrugged. "Forever, of course."
— Jan 24, 2012 09:52PM
"That's easy." You smiled, and the cigarette in your mouth hung down, stuck to your lips. "Company."
You inhaled deeply, then looked back at the collection of boulders.
I followed your gaze and spotted a small gap through the middle of them. It looked like a pathway.
"How long will you keep me?" I asked.
You shrugged. "Forever, of course."
My poor grandfather lived in the desert his whole life, and then my aunt took him to live with her in his last years. He kept complaining about not being able to "see" anything. My aunt thought he was just being whiny, but I understood what he meant. It's unnerving to suddenly live in a place where the city and the woods surround you. He said "I walk out to the end of the driveway every day so I can look down the road. There's a pretty good view of the distance there." Poor guy :-(