What is Normal? [Minie/Emsrocks]

[Hafen d4 ⚓︎ minie]

I woke up that morning. I knew the plan. It was like every other morning I woke up on. It is what some people call normal, though it's what I call a routine. I wake up. I get dressed. I hunt. Out into the woods where I am free of the stupid burden I have to carry. I can even sometimes feel the weight drop of my shoulders. I love the freedom, I love the woods, I hate my curse.

I got dressed in a normal black tank top and a pair of shorts. Nothing normal for a dimmed light out of a million that shine as bright as the sun. I quickly placed a kiss on the foreheads of both of my beautiful sleeping sisters. Sending them a silent promise that I will be back soon.

I hurried through the house so I wouldn't miss dawn. I loved it when the sun rose. I loved the colors it projected. the mixture of everything, of good and bad. I headed for the woods with my bow in my hand and quiver strapped to my back. In my hunting was some scratch paper and a pencil, just in case I had to communicate with anybody. I ran and ran as the rest of the district slept in peace. When I got to the fence I asked myself a question.What is normalwith a breath I crossed the fence into the woods with that exact question burning in my brain as bright as a flame.

[10th retro gm | paxton hayes]

Xylan Hertz

I lay on the grass in front of the fence wondering if I could do it. I wonder what it would be like to be free from this place for at least an hour. I've never crossed the fence before, but I might just do that now. I stand up and listen to the fence. What's going to happen to me? Will I make it far? Will some kind of wild animal kill me? I slowly sneak under the fence careful not to touch any of it. The sun is starting to peak over the horizon now. It's going to be an awesome day. I'm finally away from everyone that hates me. I find a couple rocks laying in the path. I pick them up for safety.

I walk through the woods silently listening to the birds chirping. The sounds of the birds singing makes me happy. It allows me to feel relieved after a long day of being stuck at home. I don't like going home because my parents want me to talk, but sadly I can't. I haven't been able to talk for as long as I can remember. I haven't been able to make a sound. I've spent many nights silently crying myself to sleep. I've finally grown used to it. Hearing people talk makes me jealous though.

I stop occasionally to listen to the birds. I sit down next to a tree and listen to the sounds of the many birds. It's amazing what the birds can sound like. I relax against the tree with my eyes closed. The grass is soft. The joy of being in the outdoors where I don't have to worry about anything. I'm away from all the people I want to be away from. I'm finally free away from those who taunt me. It's not my fault I'm unable to talk. I can't help the way I was born.

I hear rustling in the grass. My heart starts racing under my chest. I can't call out to this person as it might be a peacekeeper. Not that it matters, I can't talk anyway. I small smile appears on my face. I slowly place the rocks in my pockets and climb up the tree I'm resting against. I'm used to climbing high in the trees. I'm safe in the trees away from all the people that hate me. I try to climb silently, but I know I'm doing a poor job as I rustle the leaves with every movement I make. I conceal myself behind a branch hoping to go unnoticed.

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[Hafen d4 ⚓︎ minie]

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Echo Lane D12

I walked threw the peaceful woods. It was as if, a whole other world has been created to only a selected few. The few who could appreciate the wonders the world has given us. The few that weren’t afraid to break the rules to see this wonder. I am amongst this few. As I walk past very tree, I know that even though god has taken my power of speech away, he has given me the wanting and the bravery to come to this world.

The trees were as tall as giants, like in the myths from the old days. The chirps of the birds were like a welcoming call, to those who would listen. It was so sad that we had to kill them to survive, though that’s the way life is…right? That’s what normal is.

I tried to keep quiet as I walked. Though even though I was cursed to stay quiet, I was pretty loud. My feet crunched under the fallen leaves and sometimes I would brush myself against a tree. I kept going till I saw something up in the trees. I thought it was a bird, though I wasn’t sure. Well whatever it was, my family needed to eat. I pulled out a arrow, from my quiver, and aimed. 1heartbeat…2 heartbeats…3 heartbeats. I released and waited for my prey to fall to the ground.