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Tuesday, September 16, 2014. I was waiting for the bus when I saw the dead bird. Telling my little brother to stand back, I moved closer to check it out. Why can't I see? You never let me do anything! I had to make sure it was suitable for eight-year old eyes. The bird was crusted with blood, its insides hanging out, eyeballs eaten, totally gross. But what struck me were the wings, stretched out and untouched by insects or animals, just there, as if the bird might flap its wings and still fly.
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Outsider Girls Write: November 2012
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Thursday, November 29, 2012. Sorry I haven't been keeping up the blog posts, been busy finishing one book, and starting another. this is the start of the new book, Mama. Note that this Lara is different from the Larabee who's posted before - Shelley). I called my real mother Mama. That much I remember. The rest is a blur. I don’t even know what she looks like. What kind of trouble, and how much? I remember her crying a lot. She was always crying. Would my spilled milk make her cry? Links to this post.
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Outsider Girls Write: August 2012
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Thursday, August 23, 2012. My captor, my keeper, my kidnapper… my father, he wants to be called my father… (gasp, squeeze back tears, force air in and out, must breathe, must breathe, Lara, don’t give up…). Wants me to tell him a story. If I tell him the right story, I get to leave this room, go to the bathroom down the hall, where I hear the other people go, talking and walking and shitting and flushing as if I am not here. Please, father, I only want to be human. I don’t dare tell him that. And eventua...
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Outsider Girls Write: Lubna
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Thursday, June 18, 2015. My mother. What can I say about my mother. Her name, Willow Green. Her hair, red flames licking the sides of a funky hat like a fedora with a peacock feather or a floppy, pink straw one. She is short and round and has a smile that lights up my world. When she smiles. If. For all her flowery caftans and floppy hats, bright red hair and hippie name, my mother is not happy. I'm afraid it's my fault. She doesn't say it but if it weren't my fault, why wouldn't she say that,. Love in t...
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Outsider Girls Write: June 2013
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Saturday, June 22, 2013. Liz’s brother Matt was racing up the mountainside like a goat. Rolling her eyes, Liz waited a moment before mumbling a frustrated “I. 8221; and climbing up after him. Ten minutes ago, just ten little minutes, Liz, her father, and Matt had headed up the side of the mountain to gather firewood. And now, Matt was running away - again. Not that he was the victim of some great parental injustice or anything like that. A mountain, so it was probably something stupid like that. 8221; sh...
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Outsider Girls Write: June 2012
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Thursday, June 28, 2012. When I got to high school, was when I started wearing black all the time. All Black All the Time, like the name of a sitcom. I was very into dark, punk rock/alternative. I wanted to be different. Also, black was supposed to be slimming…. I needed to look slimmer, even though people said I wasn’t fat, I was “beautifully bodacious”. Well, my best friend, Laura, said that. Only, truth is, I really was fat. I needed to hide that truth with black clothes. I guess I was always hiding.
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Outsider Girls Write: July 2013
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Sunday, July 28, 2013. You—after all I—how dare—why won’t—you—YOU! I heard my father in pieces, punctuated by grunts or the crash of something falling and maybe breaking. 8220;I—I- - I- -“ was all my brother Sam could get out. He was loud, but not very eloquent, as usual. He’s got all these problems – like trouble putting his feelings into words - related to his being “on the autism spectrum”, whatever that means exactly. For some reason it pisses my father off but mostly I just find it annoying. So when...
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Outsider Girls Write: September 2012
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Thursday, September 20, 2012. On days when my leg aches, my heart aches more. I woke up this morning same as every morning, reaching for my crutches, swinging my leg down. It shivered with a jolt of pain that then settled in as a quiet, throbbing ache. Unable to stomp my feet, I pound my crutches on the floor, as if I’m stomping them. Then the heartache comes. It starts as an uneasiness in my belly, uneasiness which rolls into an iron, spiked ball like the kind you see on maces in medieval pictures.
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Outsider Girls Write: Leilana
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Wednesday, June 10, 2015. Leilana (thanks to visual prompt by illustrator @WillowRaven):. Leilana stopped short of the towers, awed by their beauty, their power. Yes, they still held sway over her, even twelve long years after she'd gone. Now, as she hovered over the dunes on a stolen helioboard, less than a parcel from the towers, she wondered if she even had a place there anymore. Would they even let her in? Or onward. To the gate. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Subscribe To Outsider Girls Write.
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