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1. kaytbugg_stories
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   December 10, 2011 3:54am UTC
   Start Living
   Part 2
   Instead of going home, I sat in the field, thinking of her. The way the sun hit her face, making her glow. Her tan skin and long legs. The way the stupid girl was still wearing shorts in the middle of October. Slowly, I started drowning in my thoughts centered around her. I drifted in and out of a restless sleep all night, until I finally got up at five in the morning.
   I walked through the woods, finally seeing a road after hours of of searching in circles. The sun was finally starting to come up and the sky was painted with pale pinks and blues, as I made my way down the road. Two more hours of dragging my feet, yawning, cursing and groaning later, I was where I needed to be. Katrina's house. No cars were in the driveway, so I didn't even bother knocking. I went to the back of the familiar house, one that was more home to me than my own, and saw her window open. I hopped on top of a wobbly table, grabbed the edge of her window sill, and pulled myself in, after minutes of trying. Looking around, I saw she wasn't anywhere in her room or bathroom. I was about to walk out of her small, cluttered room until I saw a note. A bright yellow stickey note, on top of her book. I walked to her bed where it sat, kicking books, clothes, shoes and bags out of my way. I picked up the note and read two simple words. Gone forever.
   It didn't take me long to figure out what that meant. Katrina was gone. She went to live. That crazy, insane, stupid girl left. I wondered if her parents knew. If that's why they were gone. If she knew she was leaving and decided not to tell me. I closed my eyes and breathed for a second, not believing what had happened. I sat on her bed, taking in her scent. Strawberries, wine, nail polish and a hint of coconut perfume. It hit me like a ton of red bricks. I thought of yesterday and how perfect it had been.
   ***
   I saw Katrina running barefoot across the field, tilting her head back and laughing. She looked like a child. She seemed the happiest and most care-free I'd ever seen her. Grass stains were covering her shorts, her hair was tangled and dirt ran up her calves. I was leant against a log, lazily watching her. I laughed as she did, my heart swelling. She was with me, alone, and so happy. Then, she sauntered over to where I was sitting, out of breath, and collapsed next to me. She threw her legs over mine and grabbed a book from her tattered, worn-out bag. She went from hyperactive child to relaxed adult in just a moment, amazing me at how fast she did.
   "What are you reading?" She didn't respond, but turned the book towards me, revealing a cover written in white cursive, with a silver chain and key on it. "Well what's it about?"
   She looked at me for a moment, with a small smile and bringing her mouth close to my ear whispered, "Read it, then you'll know." Her breath was cool and minty on my face, leaving a small tingling. She was so close to me at that moment, and I wanted more than anything to kiss her right then. But I couldn't. She was the corageous one. I was the one who hid my feelings and envied her boyfriend, the luckiest man on Earth. And I hoped to God he knew how lucky he was, and that he told her everyday.
   ***
   I snapped out of my thinking, the memory searing me. Giving me physical pain. If only I had kissed her. If only I had told her I loved her, that she was my light, that she was the beauty of my world. Maybe she wouldn't have left. If only I'd had the courage she did. Maybe just a fraction of the courage she had. But maybe it wasn't too late to start gaining courage. No, I had no idea where she was, but I needed to find myself. And maybe when I found myself, what made me truly happy, I'd find her, too. Just maybe I'd have the courage I should have had last night. But it was all in the past, and I needed to start looking ahead.
   I left her house and went to mine, sneaking in through the window. I grabbed an old bag and threw eight shirts, a jacket, five pairs of pants, shampoo, body wash and a picture of us into it. It was time for me to live. Not just live 'okay,' but to find something better. To listen to Katrina and be truly happy. So I hopped out of my window and did exactly what she did: I left my life to start living.
   
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2. kaytbugg_stories
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3. kaytbugg_stories
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   November 7, 2011 2:02pm UTC
   REGRETS part 2
   Instead of sticking around the hospital I had just been in, I went to my house. I couldn’t find my car, and home wasn’t far away, so I decided to walk. The grass on the road medians and the side of the highway was so overgrown that it went past my knees, brushing my thighs. My feet sunk into the grass with every step I was taking and mud and blood were starting to cover my shoes. Disgusted, I looked away from the ground, and instead observed what was around me. Around me, what looked like new buildings the last time I saw them were now worn down and falling, as if they’d been there for half a century. The city was in ruins, completely different from what I was used to. It was terrifying, the scenery was cringe-worthy and made me grit my teeth in horror.
   As I finally reached my house, I gasped in terror. It looked like there had been a murder scene, with the door wide-open and blood covering the steps. I cautiously walked in and the scene before me was the worst thing I’d ever laid eyes on. My couch was flipped onto its back, vases were broken, and there was my family. They all lay on the couch with chunks of flesh missing from their bodies. Each of them wore a terrified look on their face and blood covered their clothes. They were dead. I couldn’t believe it. There was no way they were gone. The last time I saw them, I never even told them goodbye... And when had been the last time I told any of them I loved them? My throat constricted and tears were stinging my eyes. My breath became shallow as I sat down on a leather chair with tears all over it. I dropped my head in my hands and just cried. I cried for my daughter, my son, my wife, the city, for whoever did that to the city. I cried for myself, for not giving them a proper goodbye, or being a great parent and husband. Then, after an hour of tears, I got off the couch. Crying wouldn’t bring them back. I walked out of the house, having no idea where I was going to go. I just knew it had to be anywhere but there.
   I ended up at an old run-down park from my youth. I was just about to sit down on a rusty swing, when I saw something moving a little ways in front of me. It looked like a person. Relief greeted me like an old friend, pushing out any other emotion I had a few seconds before. And a few more people were joining the first one. I couldn’t contain my excitement. I wasn’t the only one living around here after all. “Hey, over here!” I screamed as loud as I could, my voice raspy and cracking. Every head looked in my direction as soon as the words were out of my mouth. I walked over to where everyone was, but then I noticed that they didn’t look quite normal. Most of them had flesh the color of either a sheet of paper or dead grass. Patches of hair were missing from some of their scalps, their clothes were shredded and blood-soaked, and one or two had limbs missing. A few of them walked towards me, one with a limp, another literally dragging its leg behind him, as if it had entirely lost its function. Their appearance sickened me and made me want to vomit. As the group of people-- largely males-- approached me, one of them grabbed my arm and threw me to the ground. They all surrounded me, clawing at my body, and sinking their rotted, partially missing teeth into my flesh. I screamed in pain and blood spewed from my stomach, arms, neck and legs. Tears rolled down my face and I moaned in agony. I attempted to roll over and cover my face with my arms, but to no avail. These... these cannibals wouldn’t let me move. Everything was going black and I couldn’t bear the pain. My own screams were twice as loud in my ears now, and then I started thinking about everything I could have changed before now. Like the way I never had spent any time with my family, I was revolved around my work. “Mandy, Addison, Jacob, I’m so sorry. I love you. I’m a terrible person. I love you all. I miss you. I’m so sorry, and I’ll see you all soon.” I was gasping for breath now, and hot tears rolled down my cheeks. I squeezed my eyes shut and used my last remaining breaths to whisper into the air, “Mandy, I love you.”
   
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4. kaytbugg_stories
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   November 7, 2011 1:59pm UTC
   REGRETS part 1
   Like every morning, I awoke at 6 a.m. to get ready for work. I tiredly shuffled across the tan carpet into my bathroom to shower. As I stepped into the steaming hot water, my muscles slowly relaxed while I washed my body and hair. By 7 a.m., I was out the door with a steaming cup of coffee. Before I left to work, I said goodbye to my two kids and my wife, who had all jut woke up. As I walked out the door and down the brick steps of my porch, I ran a hand through my thick, jet-black hair and let out a sigh and chose to ignore my wife mumble ‘You care more about your job than your family. Would you even care if we left?’ She said it constantly. She never would leave, though.
   The sun was slowly getting higher in the sky as I sped down the unusually empty highway. As I got closer to the city, tall buildings came into my view, and I drove up an exit ramp. I pulled into the parking lot, into my usual parking place at the side of a tall building, and pulled my key out of the ignition. As I stepped out of the car, a loud bang went off from behind me. What was happening hardly registered before I felt a searing pain in the top of my left shoulder. I was falling down and I heard a loud screaming. It took me a minute to realize it was coming from my own mouth. I was down on the ground writhing in pain and my own blood was spilling beside me and all over my clothes.
   ***
   A bright light blinded me, as I pried open my eyes. Everything was blurry, as I looked around. My muscles where stiff, from laying still so long. I was disoriented, and confused. I wasn’t aware of where I was at first, though as I turned my head slowly to the right, I looked at the window. The blinds where opened, letting in shafts of light. I squinted, as the sunlight hit my dilated pupils, blinding me once more, making my eyes ache. I looked over that the side table. A dust covered photo lay face down on the table, beside a vase of wilted flowers. I was confused. Had they not just been set there? How could they have turned brown, and dead, and the petals fallen off to that much of an extent in a mere few hours? I didn’t understand it. I remembered then, when I saw the equipment beside me. The monitors, the IVs, they where all dead, still, not working.
   What had happened? I managed to stumble out of the room, and down the hallway. The walls where covered in blood, and several torn apart bodies lay there. My stomached churned at the sight. I didn’t understand. Where where the doctors, where where the employees? Where was everyone?
   Shoving open a door that led to the outside of the building. There was nothing out there, or rather nothing that I could see anyways. I heard things though, and smelled things. The overwhelming stench of rotting flesh hung in the air, and the caws and screeches of crows filled my ears. I was standing in the middle of what looked to be the ruins of Atlanta, Georgia. What used to be a lively, beautiful, warm city was now a ghost town filled with dead bodies and the screams of people in pain. My knees buckled, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Had we been bombed? Another terror attack, this time on Atlanta? I didn’t know, and I had a hunch that I wouldn’t want to find out.
   
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5. kaytbugg_stories
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   October 31, 2011 10:15am UTC
   Monologue-- The Sorting HatThese stupid wizards. The stupid, unappreciative, unapologetic, thick-headed wizards. I've been around for a century or longer, and I'm pulled out once a year to give everyone at Hogwarts a warning or advice on what's coming because I ALWAYS know, but do they listen to me? Of course not. If they were to heed my warning in the song, we may not have been in quite as much danger as we are in these dark times. But nobody pays attention to an old, grubby, enchanted hat. Nobody, nobody, nobody! I should just leave. Somehow, some way, leave. Go to a new school of witchcraft and wizardry, to sort people and sing to people who would actually listen. People who would actually appreciate everything I must say. Everything I think of to say for an entire year. And then I must give the newest group of First Years their houses, and sometimes I'm doubted. Why must I always be so underestimated? I'm always right. I always stand by my decisions, yet people decide to not trust me. But I always end up being right, don't I? Of COURSE I do. Of course. And then, once another years sorting ceremony is over, I'm put away.... For another long year to do nothi g but.... Think. To mull over what I'm going to say to the next bunch of shaking first years and the same old faces from previous years, some I've seen one too many times. Do I like what I do, you may ask? Absolutely. I'm a unique piece of magic, I'm always right, I have a lot of power in such a quick job. I'm important. But I wish I wasn't so underestimated and looked over all the time. I don't feel as important as I should. Some people are too thick to see my genius. But I'll sure show them. I'll show all of the imbeciles what I'm made of-- which is more than just worn out leather and too many seams, mind you-- it's pure genius and perfection! I'll show them just how powerful and intelligent I am. I'll show them just how much influence I have on people with just a few words. How will I do it, though? Intentionally sort a few people into very wrong houses maybe? False warnings? Or come put and tell them how I really feel. I haven't an idea yet, but you better believe that I of all sorting hats WILL figure it out! After all, I do have an entire year to think about it.*this is just a monologue I wrote for my creative writing class, in the point of view of the Sorting Hat, from Harry Potter. I liked it, so I thought I'd post it, since I haven't posted in a while:)
   
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6. kaytbugg_stories
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   September 8, 2011 11:28pm UTC
   A Halloween Tale
   part 2
   "Can we just sit down now? I'm tired and freezing and I just hate this place!" I snapped, fed up with seeing the cemetery, feeling eyes on me, and everything else that was and wasn't happening. Andrea rolled her eyes and drug me over to a huge tombstone, shaped like a giant cube. She sat me down and plopped down beside me. I just sat there with my eyes closed, trying to forget about the fact that it was now almost 3 in the morning and we were sitting on a dead person. I saw a long, jagged crack in the granite and started running my finger across it absentmindedly.
   "You know, it's going on 3 o'clock. I think I'm going to start recording now." Andrea said to me quietly, while she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. I just nodded my head, not really wanting to think about the fact that she was trying to get in contact with ghosts. I heard her mumble random questions into the microphone, like "Is anyone there?" and, "how did you die?" I let out an exasperated sigh as her questions got sillier and sillier. I started to see a blue-white light out of the corner of my eye, but brushed it off, thinking it was just the cell phone. But it was getting brighter. I didn't think Andrea noticed, but I started searching for where the light was coming from. Then I realized something extremely peculiar. The crack I'd been touching was... Glowing? That wasn't even possible. Andrea still didn't notice, as it grew still more bright, and I sure didn't think of showing her. But something she did notice was when what felt like a pair of huge hands pushed us full-force off of the tombstone . We landed with heavy thuds side-by-side, and I was hearing an unfamiliar, extremely high pitched, shriek come from somewhere nearby. It took me a moment to realize the sound was coming from me. It didn't even sound remotely like me when I screamed. Beside me, Andrea was shaking from head-to-toe, gasping for breath. Her eyes were as wide as golf balls and her mouth was agape. If it hadn't been for just how terrified I now was, I probably would have laughed at her expression.
   "Is this place really awesome and worth it now? Is that what you were waiting for?" I said, my voice steadily rising as I stood on shaking legs. Andrea just shook her head frantically as she too slowly stood up.
   "I-I think I'm ready to get out of here. Like, right now. I wish Id never come. Lets go." I nodded my head in agreement and grabbed her hand. We sprinted to the gate at the front, not daring to look back. Never looking back, never going back. We reached the gate and tried to push it open, but it wouldn't budge.
   Oh my gosh! Oh no, were going to be trapped here! Were going to be trapped here, with those... those things that were watching us! Were never going to get out of here, the gate wont open! Andrea started on, with tears pouring down her face. I couldn't believe it. We couldn't be trapped. We had to get out of here, we just had to. With all my might, I pushed on the gate as hard as I could. I wasn't going to stay in here any longer. I just couldn't take it. The door of the gate finally opened and we both ran out, not stopping until we were far enough that the cemetery was out of sight. I was never going back there, even if my life depended on it.
   ***
   I was over at Andreas house, where Id slept instead of going all the way to my own house. It was around 1 in the afternoon and we finally gave up on sleeping, realizing that the shock was too great for us to get any sleep. Andrea had her phone out and we were getting ready to listen to what we recorded. Andreas thumb clicked the Play button, and for a moment, all I could hear was static. Then Andreas voice, her questions going unanswered. Figuring that maybe it was all just fake after all, Andrea prepared to close her phone. Then, it started out soft, but I heard other voices. They weren't exactly clear, it was as if they were talking from behind a thin glass wall, but there was talking. There was a little girl that was giggling and singing what sounded like 'Ring Around The Rosie' and another person. An older man. In his husky voice you could hear "Get out. Leave, now. Leave or die. Get out now, or face the consequences."
   
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7. kaytbugg_stories
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   September 8, 2011 11:24pm UTC
   A Halloween Tale
   part 1
   Honestly, I have no idea how I got here. I guess it was my own stupidity, really. Just a few hours ago, I was at home with my best friend, Andrea, with nothing to do on a Saturday night, and then I end up in our local cemetery. She's just absolutely convinced that there are ghosts haunting this place. She's absolutely insane, and I know we're just wasting our time, basically waiting for something that will scare us so badly that we'll never be brave enough to leave our houses again. Still, I was stupid enough to let her beg me to come down here and spend the night walking over dead people in the middle of fall, freezing my butt off.
   "Okay, so, my sister said that all we need to do is take out a phone and record our voices tonight. Apparently, we can't hear ghosts with our own ears, but if we play it back when we get home, we'll be able to hear ghosts of, like, dead people talking to us." She said to me, as if she didn't realize just how ludicrous that sounded. It was clearly just some bull crap her sister made up off the top of her head to try and scare her. I bit back the thoughts running through my head as she continued, "I also heard that 3 am is the peak of paranormal activity or something like that. You know, when hauntings are most likely to occur. So I think I'll wait until then to take my phone out, because 'they' might not want to talk until then."
   I was seriously wondering if she was alright in the head or something. Why was she so infatuated with these ghosts and haunting's We finally started to move away from the gate, which we'd been standing next to since we came in. I didn't think that was such a good idea. This place was so creepy at night. I was getting shivers up my spine just thinking about this place. Graveyards were bad enough in the daytime, the night time absolutely amplified the eerie place.
   The more we walked around, silence settled between us, the more I was ready to just leave. I swear there were shadows of people behind every tombstone, and sets of eyes just staring us down and following us wherever we went in here. I zipped my jacket up a little higher and folded my arms across my chest, suddenly feeling as if the temperature had possibly dropped a good 10 degrees. Surely it was all my imagination, though. I was just letting everything Andrea had said get to me.
   As we were walking around, we both heard something. It was a loud crack, as if someone close by had stepped on a twig. Andrea and I both jumped, and clung on to each other, wrapping our arms around the other. Our breath was ragged, our hearts were racing and our bodies were shaking. At least I knew I wasn't the only one who heard it. We gripped each other a little tighter and I squeezed my eyes as tights as I could, not daring to look behind me, not wanting to see who or what could be there. I just sat there, paralyzed with fear, half expecting to be brutally murdered by whatever had been watching us, half expecting a friend to start laughing and go on about how priceless our reaction was. After what felt like at least an hour, Andrea loosened her grip on me and turned her head, to see what had made the noise. I heard her let out a sigh of relief and felt her tap my shoulder, signaling for me to turn around. I slowly opened my eyes and turned my head a little bit, only to see that there was nothing there. How was that possible? I know that something had made that noise, it wasn't just my imagination. Andrea had heard it too. I could tell by her expression that she was thinking the same thing I was, she was now just as freaked out as I was. Neither of us dared to speak, too afraid that something would hear us. We just started walking a little faster than earlier, to anywhere but there.
   
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8. kaytbugg_stories
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   September 4, 2011 11:08pm UTC
   Words Break Spirit Part 2
   *final part*
   A bathtub filled with water, and bracelets thrown askew on the floor beside of it. A pale figure was laying, seemingly peaceful. The thoughts that went on in the head of this person weren't so peaceful, though. Only scary, sad, and heart-wrenching. The scars and burns were visible for the first time in a long time. The skin stretched over thin arms, ruined forever. Her head leaned back, her eyes shut, barely conscious of things going on around her. Only focused on what was going on inside her head. If I were to die, would anyone miss me? she thought to herself. No, of course not. You wouldn't be missed. You wouldn't have any impact on anyone around you. Her eyes squeezed tighter, with every cruel thing she told herself. You deserve to die. Go ahead and do it. You are a waste of space, a disgrace to people. The words felt so true to Rhiannon. She completely believed them. They must be true. If they weren't, why would others say them? It was time for her to die. It had to happen. She couldn't go on living her life. She was pathetic and she didn't belong. She was a terrible human being.
   She rolled over on her stomach and put her face in the water, eyes still closed, her hands lightly gripping the side of the bathtub. She held her breath, too afraid to move anymore. She layed there. Waiting for nothing. Hating herself for so many things. For giving in, for living, for trying not to live, for not going ahead and killing herself. Mixed emotions ran through her head, making it sear, making it burn. Finally, she breathed in. Everything went darker. She couldn't breathe. Her head was telling her to lift up, because she needed air. But she refused. She wasn't going to. Her lungs were ready to burst. It was a searing pain and Rhiannon could barely take it. But she'd only need to wait a few moments, and it would all be over. The pain she was in, the pain she went through. She would be gone and everyone could go on with their lives, as if she never existed. It'd be better like that.
   Soon, all there was, was a cold corpse. What was once Rhiannon, was now nothing but an empty shell. She didn't know that in a few hours, her mother would walk in and collapse, cradling her lifeless body, begging God to bring you back to her. But she wasn't coming home. She'd never awaken again.
   
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9. kaytbugg_stories
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   September 4, 2011 10:54pm UTC
   Words Break Spirit Part 2
   In the morning, Rhiannon didn't rush to get ready. She never did anymore. She stopped caring about what she looked like. She'd throw on an old T-shirt and pants, then brush her stick-straight hair. The only thing important to her was bracing herself for the day she had to endure. She stopped hoping that maybe, just maybe the endless cruelty would stop. That was just an unreachable dream, the absolute impossible. It wasn't like she'd ever be able to catch a break. Any girl who committed such an awful crime against nature and liked other girls instead of boys just didn't deserve to.
   Another "Are you okay, sweetheart?" was asked by her concerned mom, with the same "Yeah, I'm absolutely fine, I promise." were exchanged before she headed out the door, to her own personal doom. No, things weren't okay. What was okay anymore, anyway? Her life was at an all time low, but her mother didn't need to know that. Rhiannon could handle everything on her own. She was strong enough to. The shaking hands and huge lump in her throat said otherwise. She wasn't strong enough. She was weak, frightened, afraid.
   At school, it was nothing but worse than ever. She was pushed into lockers, had her hair pulled, she was spat on. She was lower than ever, and it was never going to change for the better. Anyone who wasn't abusing her physically was doing something worse- ignoring her. She was falling and nobody was helping her up. To some people she was now nonexistent. Worthless. She didn't deserve help, she didn't need any sort of attention. That's the way it should be for revolting gay people like her.
   School ended, just like a regular day. People walked out in groups, laughing and smiling. They paid no attention to the young girl dying inside. The girl who needed so much help, but couldn't say a thing. Who would help her? Why would anyone care, when everyone hated her so much? There was nobody to turn to, nobody to pull her out of the deep rut she was in.
   All by her lonesome at home again, which was the last thing Rhiannon needed. She needed someone to hold her and tell her it would be alright. That she was perfect and soon enough, everyone that hurt her would stop. That everything would be back to normal. She needed comfort and closure. She longed for touch of her mother, that was so alien to her these days. But she wasn't getting it any time soon.
   
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