"Listen Nilsa."
His breathing is short. Ragged. Uneven.
"Listen to me."
Bloody hands grab my own as they grip tightly to my skin. Red of revolution seeping into me as he drags me down to be eye level.
Drags me down to be with him, and whispers sof...
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It's been a while since I posted a new story- so I am very nervous (what am I talking about I would still be anxious even without this hahaha). Please keep in mind that time and effort have been put into the making of this story- so don't be mean. Currently, it is not finished, but I have a good chunk of chapters written out (so let's hope they don't catch up to me). I am aware that I still have two unfinished stories (be proud of me because I've been doing regular updates for Red Glory (readers in background: "what about Forgotten!?!? Me: well right now the story is living up to its name)).
What else can I say other than I love this story? All my stories are my babies- so please don't say mean things about them (why would you insult babies?). Constructive criticism is welcome (not really, just shove it and read). As you can see I've become jaded and sassy as the years progress. My first ever story ("Pride and Ashes") started with me giving out free hugs, and now, years later- here I am drinking bourbon in my tea and watching a drug deal happening in the parking lot of my apartment.
But anyway, back to the main show-
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Enjoy the story!
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This story is dedicated to those who know
that they are worth more
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Many expected great things from Nilsa.
From status born and mate given- she was destined for something more.
But what can be done when the system that has been created grades some to be above others- when strength is measured in a single way- and to a standard that cannot be met by all.
When compared and examined to this standard- to the accepted norm- Nilsa is weak. Broken. Defective.
But what if strength is found in something else? And what is Nilsa really was meant for something more- more than they ever thought her capable of?
What if the fire they threw her in was not meant to burn, but instead bring to ashes- to let the wind carry away from oppression- to freedom- to rise.
Monsters are not born.
They are created.
And that's what Nilsa decided to become with the power she had, that they said made her weak.
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Until Next time,
Loves,
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