Speakingtooneself Stories

Random musings of a religiously devoted girl. She talks about life through a metaphorical tunnel as she attempts to reach for a star. -This is an introduction for a 'maybe' project, I may or may not continue with it- [Excerpt] [...] No daylight just dampness... unless you want daylight; just close your eyes and dream. I'll take you places I think you'd like to go. This is my world; but I love to share. - gunshot! Pop rapid explosion clicks in your ear. Terror sweeps your face like a pool of sweat. Wet. Puddle. Sticky red spreads along the stone cold ground. A young boy is dead. The ruby trickles across the dead rock stone ... "All for that." I whisper under my breath. I'm not morbid; that's just life. Some parts are pleasant, some are cruel. But this is a war; we're just trying to get back home. [...]