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Stop talking about yourself like that. Of course I love you, and I'm happy to worry about you. You keep trying to tell me you're not a good person, but you are. You were nice to Amaryllis, and I'm not even nice to her because she's awful. You even let me hug you and cry on you even though you don't like it just to make me feel better when I was upset for no reason. I don't care if you think I'm stupid or dirty or crazy or whatever else or if you don't like to hug me because of all of that, and I might be all those things because I don't know a lot, but you better think better about yourself.
Amnesia
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Fear of Forgetting
"Amaryllis remembers it all, but I don't." It brought up more questions too, ones that James couldn't answer. Like why Amnesia would annoy someone on purpose. And who this person was who'd taken her memories and why they'd done it... Was that what was wrong with her? That her memories were constantly being taken? How much was gone?
And then James asked again, and Amnesia knew she hadn't fooled him...
She was quiet for a long time, aquiline eyes in her lap. "If I forgot you," she started, after being quiet so long she'd thought she wouldn't say anything, "how would you feel? We don't really see each other that often, and I'd probably be scared to leave the forest... I might wander off somewhere else. I stayed close to the Strange Wood because I met you, you know. So if I forgot everything, you might not see me again..." She didn't look up at him because of the water she fought from falling down her face.
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Their Friendship
James took on too much responsibility when it came to her. He always patiently answered all of her questions and tried to make sure that she was happy and good. He'd even let Amaryllis be rude to him and use his waterfall because she wanted, all without letting Amnesia help him, even when she wanted. And he did it because he was a good person, whether or not he wanted her to call him that. If she told him what was wrong, he'd just feel bad or try to fix it somehow, and she didn't want that. It didn't feel like something he could fix, and even though he hid it better than she did, she remembered when she'd found him leaking in the forest. She didn't want to ever make him feel like that.
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Boxers
Amaryllis walked back into the hall and leaned in the doorway of the room James had disappeared into. "So, what am I supposed to—“ She cut herself off as a bundle was tossed at her. She caught it easily and unfolded it to find a pair of boxers and a shirt. "I'll be out when I'm clean," she said, picking up the boxers with her thumb and middle finger and tossing them back at him. No way she was wearing those.
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Maybe we are boyfriends then.
Amnesia
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Love
Were they closer than just friends? She wasn't really sure.. She did love him though; that much she knew. It was a lot like how she loved the forest. When it was winter, she'd missed all the trees, and she'd even kissed the first one she saw growing leaves again come spring. In the same way, she was always happy when she saw James, and she missed him when he wasn't around.
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In the Dorms
Then, suddenly, they had arrived at their destination. It was all brick and clay, with what looked like dozens of little openings scattered throughout the walls. She ducked inside when James opened the door (she remembered this time!) and felt her connection to the forest sever. It was a disorienting feeling, like the sudden loss of one of your senses, and she had to stop walking for a moment simply to reorient herself. Even then, nothing felt quite right. It wasn't something she could really place, but it made her feel sick to her stomach.
It was with some difficulty that Amnesia swallowed back the feeling and forced herself to focus on the things she still could feel, such as the cool press of James' hand or the chill breeze that stirred somewhere above her head. Bright, miniature suns dotted the flat canopy above, almost as if they were stars, and the space felt small. There were more doors though, and she could only guess that they led to more areas. Still, it had looked a lot bigger from the outside, and in focusing, she found herself gazing up, as if trying to see how to get up there.
From James' descriptions, she'd expected it to be louder. She strained her ears, but aside from a strange buzzing and what sounded like an argument somewhere above, she didn't hear much. It smelled awful though, and within moments of entering the place, she'd released James' hand in favor of creating a mask for her nose out of her hands. It wasn't a smell she could place. It was sharp and sickly and made her want to cough.
"Welcome to the world of bleach. This is what clean smells like."
"It's awful," Amnesia replied, her hands muffling her voice.
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The World At Rights
Amnesia thought about James' explanation on homes. It didn't really tell her what homes looked like or how to tell them apart from other places, but her curiosity on that fell to the wayside as he told her that there were more homes close to the forest. A pleased smile blossomed even as she gave him a single bob of her head. "Okay," she agreed happily, bouncing on her toes. The thought that people wanted to live close to the forest, even if it wasn't actually in the forest, reassured her in its own strange way. Maybe the world wasn't upside down after all.
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A Different Beast
After walking around and poking her nose into practically every crevice, Amnesia eventually settled for sitting on the stone railing that lined the mini-cliff. She sat with her legs crossed underneath her, her back to the precipice—and her home—and though she spoke with her friend, her eyes often drifted to the massive structure behind him. It wasn't like the forest, but it wasn't anything like the Strange Wood either. There were similarities, but it was much, much bigger and full of all number of little holes that she often peered into. She couldn't even think of a name for it... The Strange Wood wasn't made of trees, but it was a little like a forest all to itself with its own ecosystem. This was a different beast entirely, one she'd avoided going into despite how close she'd come in her infrequent visits to see James.
Amnesia leaned forward, propping her arms on her legs as her aquiline eyes dipped back towards James once more. "But how do you not get lost in there? It looks like a holey cave! With the woods, there's a connection. You just know where to go. The trees and the wind tell you. From here though, I can barely feel the connection." She glanced back over her shoulder where she could faintly make out the forest's silhouette in the distance, then turned once more to the school. "You said there's no trees or anything in there. How're you supposed to know where to go?"
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This story was a fun experiment in voice and magical realism. When I was planning out the plot, I imagined Maisie like a damsel in distress, stopped on an island in the middle of the lake, and my main character had to go on a quest to figure out how to restart her. Sometimes it’s harder to write the selfish narrative—the girl who turns the situation into something about her and “learns” from it. I’m glad I changed my mind about the quest.
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This is a 1,000 word story about empathy, friendship, and dwindling time. More specifically, it’s about a spirit named the Ghomorin and a dryad named Lamani.
Admittedly, it isn’t a story for everyone. Underneath the vivid descriptions, little movement or interaction truly happens, and it feels lonely. Because it’s so short, there’s little world-building. People have told me they wish it were expanded, that I delved a little closer into the Ghomorin’s mind and fleshed out the world more... But someone also read this and teared up, and because of that, I stuck by it.
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Plant-Girl
Her confusion faded a bit as a sudden suspicion entered her bright eyes, causing Amnesia to look at the girl a little closer. She squinted, peering closer at the red-head, lips pursed. "Unless..." She trailed off, and her eyes widened. "You are a plant! You steal the leaves of other plants and use them as your own to soak up the sunlight!" Amnesia had never heard of such a thing, nor talked to a plant quite like this girl, but it was the only thing that possibly made sense in her odd-thinking mind. She doubted there was even green paper; it was just the plant-girl trying to keep her secret.
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Flowers and Leaves
Amnesia's labored breathing was quick to settle back into an even rhythm as she eagerly awaited the other girl's reaction. She couldn't imagine anyone being upset about flowers, especially when they were brought such a colorful and nice smelling variety. She would've had to run to all sorts of places in the forest to find half as many flowers, so she considered herself lucky that the Land of Flowers was right beside the Clear Tree.
Of course the girl's reaction to the flowers confused Amnesia, whose thoughts took such a differed path from others. "You don't like them?" She asked with a little frown, glancing back down at the assortment that she had hastily gathered. Just that tilt to her head brought a sweet aroma to her nose that, on its own, caused a small smile to blossom at her lips. "Didn't you say you would continue if I brought you flowers?" She added as she looked back up at the girl. "You don't seem like the sort who'd want leaves, and it'll be awhile before any of the trees leave fruits or nuts..." She pursed her lips, her blue eyes becoming slightly different as she mentally attempted to search where she'd made her mistake.
After a few moments, however, she shook her head, shaking the uncertainty away as she approached the girl again, this time remembering to maintain some distance. Carefully, she began to arrange the flowers on top of the strange wooden thing that apparently made the noise she'd heard earlier. "You didn't seem to like them a lot, but could you continue anyway?" She eventually ventured hopefully. "I could always go back out and get leaves instead, if that's what you really wanted. I'm not really sure what you would want them for though..." As she trailed off, her bright blue eyes briefly flickered over to the red-haired girl in a look that plainly said that she thought that someone who desired a pile of leaves probably didn't have the firmest state of mind. Yet, Amnesia would not say anything of the sort or question her if that was what she wanted; she'd simply go back out to collect the leaves.
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Not a Vampire
Her eyes narrowed on him, though he danced in and out of focus. "How are you so certain that you won't get sick?" Tabatha clenched her jaw tightly to stop the chattering of her teeth, though it only worked for a few seconds, "The only creatures you would find here that can't get sick would be a vampire, as far as I know, and you're definitely not one of those,"
“No, I’m certainly not a vampire. And vampires aren’t the only creatures who are immune to sickness, though I would have to guess that they are the most common... As for how I’m sure that I can't get sick... Well," Khal gave her a smile—a real one, not some show in the name of being polite, "That would have to be because I've never gotten sick, and I can guarantee that I've been alive longer than you think."
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Hot Chocolate
The steam that rose from the mug had slowed and dispersed a great deal, and the mini marshmallows that had been sprinkled overtop the hot chocolate were mostly gone, only one or two left fighting the chocolate's desire to melt them. For all that, they were half-formed goo floating idly on a steaming sea, and had his attention wandered for a few more minutes, Khal knew they would have been gone as well once he finally pulled himself away long enough to look.
Almost gingerly, he pulled his hands away from his mug, turning his palms over. As he'd expected, his hands were an angry pink, having been scalded by the hot cup, and he'd been too far gone in his mind to notice. He curled his fingers inwards, testing the feeling, and tingles followed in the wake, brushing over every angry nerve.
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Planning Escape
As she continued to speak despite the fact that it was fairly obvious that he was attempting to escape—or it seemed obvious to him at least, considering this was the second time he had tried to move around her and had been stopped—Khal released a sigh. He stopped once again and turned to face the girl.
He supposed the only thing that could be done at this point would be to give polite, vague answers and wait for her interest to wear out. It was not the first time he had done such a thing in order to escape a conversation he held no interest in, and he knew this would not be the last time he would have need of that particular tactic.
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Battle Ready
"I saw you hide, just in case you were wondering. Surprise is no longer an option, so you may as well face me." As he stepped further into the room, Khal unbuttoned his long jacket and slowly pulled it off, giving it a little toss so that it fell into a heap upon the marble floor a few feet away. "I'm not really in the mood for a fight, but..." Trailing off, he shrugged, eyes still fixated on the piano on the other side of the room, waiting for the person hiding behind it to step out.
If it's James, I might actually enjoy this, Khal couldn't help but consider—but he doubted it was. Though he wouldn't profess to know the boy, he didn't seem the sort to hide and wait to attack. He gave off too much of an air of confidence.
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