(OPEN) Blood Red Sunshine
Jul 15, 2012 15:14:39 GMT -5
Post by Broca > Hulk Hogan on Jul 15, 2012 15:14:39 GMT -5
The scorching of the sun burnt my skin, my skin which burned underneath the powerful rays. The rays which affect crops, that affect humans, that affects victims within the Hunger Games at this very time.
My Mother once loved the sun but now she sat indoors talking about the past, talking about my sister, talking about my father but never about me. A few years back my Mother started to become forgetful, very forgetful, it was a illness known as Dementia. Soon she forgot who I was and I got sick of explaining so now I just ignore her, do the jobs and move on.
My Mother has luckily been accepted by another family who lives ten minutes from our farm, they have been friends of the family since I was a young'un. I can't look after her anymore. I'm a wreck, a disappointment, I couldn't even save my Father.
I sit in the sun, a little distance away from the heart of District Ten's main square. A few birds are tweeting and the sun is at it's highest peak in the sky, a small smile crosses my lips as I think about how lucky I am to be alive. We shall see how I feel within a year's time when I am eighteen and put into the reaping once again.
Finally sitting up I see some small birds nustling against each other. Love: a feeling that that he had never fully felt, he had never had a girlfriend. It had only been some random girl who wanted him for that night, no girl would want a mute though.
Why would they? Besides the fact that I am a good listener, it's hard for me to convey such a strong emotion. Maybe I am just a hopeless, self-loathing piece of crap.
But for now I will just smile and stare at the sun, waiting for someone to come along.
My Mother once loved the sun but now she sat indoors talking about the past, talking about my sister, talking about my father but never about me. A few years back my Mother started to become forgetful, very forgetful, it was a illness known as Dementia. Soon she forgot who I was and I got sick of explaining so now I just ignore her, do the jobs and move on.
My Mother has luckily been accepted by another family who lives ten minutes from our farm, they have been friends of the family since I was a young'un. I can't look after her anymore. I'm a wreck, a disappointment, I couldn't even save my Father.
I sit in the sun, a little distance away from the heart of District Ten's main square. A few birds are tweeting and the sun is at it's highest peak in the sky, a small smile crosses my lips as I think about how lucky I am to be alive. We shall see how I feel within a year's time when I am eighteen and put into the reaping once again.
Finally sitting up I see some small birds nustling against each other. Love: a feeling that that he had never fully felt, he had never had a girlfriend. It had only been some random girl who wanted him for that night, no girl would want a mute though.
Why would they? Besides the fact that I am a good listener, it's hard for me to convey such a strong emotion. Maybe I am just a hopeless, self-loathing piece of crap.
But for now I will just smile and stare at the sun, waiting for someone to come along.
I see your both writing in first person... If that means I have to as well just tell me and I'll fix it XD))
