I know I can't make you understand. How could you know what it's like to wake up one morning with nothing, literally nothing, no home, no family, no memories...It's like having your heart carved out with a red-hot knife, slow enough that you smell the burning flesh--that's the only way I can describe it. 1
I know you don't understand.2
How then, you ask? If I can't remember it, how do I know? Because I know myself--what's left of me, at least. I know what I am. 3
I may be a fool, but I'm not a murderer. I did not kill my children.
Author notes
For a contest.
A contest entry
- 10 sentances or less ; anything by Melli.
170 points, ended February 15, 2008, 22 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This sounds like the beginning of one heck of a story! I really would love to read more as I want to know where this is headed to! You immediately 'hooked' my imagination. Well done!
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I'm wondering if this is the Medea that Jason betrayed? Or is it Achilles? I can't remember which Hereo had a wife with this name.
Very interesting and it really makes me want to read more.
Good luck in the contest.
Brooke -
Wow, This is really good! Thats all there really is to say. amazing job! And gooooooood luck in my contest =D
KEEP WRITING!!!
-Melli<33
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