by Rooster Cult » Wed Mar 16, 2016 6:48 am
For years readers have wondered do authors feel? Do they cry over the pages they write?
the answer: YESSS
GAH IT HURTS
Here is a little teaser for you of what I just wrote.
“No! I’m not going!”
That was the shout that left Ahzzya’s mouth. Why didn’t she care? Why wasn’t she heartbroken? Why wasn’t she falling to pieces? She just sat there in the same position she was been for a half hour. Like a lifeless doll. Devoid of love and compassion. “I’m not. I won’t”
“You don’t have choice.” She sounded like she was monologuing, reading from a boring script. “It doesn’t matter what you don’t want to do.”
“No, we do have a choice. We could just- just lie.” He began to stutter, not able to keep up his tough façade. “We could tell them I have a heart problem. Or maybe get my leg amputated. Or that I have so sort of mental-“
“Ahzzya, go pack. We are leaving in an hour.” She interrupted.
“WHY?!” This time Ahzzya yelled, his fist slamming against the table. “WHY DON’T YOU CARE?! Do you hate me so much? Was- was it my fault? Did I do something wrong?” Tears started coming from his eyes. “I can change if you want me to. So please don’t send me away.”
“Just go.” She said.
forgive me for I have sinned.
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Rooster or Ruce // Autistic // any pronouns