I'm starting a new book, its called "Bumble bee kisses". I haven't writen much, but can you give me your opinion? Please don't steal it either.
i'll post it later
2007-09-08
08:13:56
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Bumble Bee Kisses
As I lay on the park bench, thinking about my memories, seem to fade every time I think about them. I no longer have a home, parents, or even friends. I don’t know who I am. I reach into my grubby brown coat pocket, and pull out what seems to be my wallet. Theirs a license, is this me?
Ryan James
That’s probably my name, I sort of remember it. As I sit up there’s a women across from me. She’s knitting what it seem to be mittens; she greets me with a warm smile.
“Hello dear” she says
“H…Hi” my voice was low and broken. I cleared my throat.
“You’ve been sleeping there for a while now”
“How long?”
“Oh about a week”
A week?
“Yeah police came by a little while ago, trying to wake you up. Boy, you are a strong sleeper.”
“I guess.” I flashed a little smile
“Ah, all done” she held up her mittens, she smiled again.
“They look great”
“Yeah I made it for me grandson, for his birthday.
2007-09-08
08:14:18 ·
update #1
. When is yours?”
“I don’t know, I don’t think I have one”
“Everyone has a birthday” she looked concerned
“I don’t remember, I don’t remember anything”
“Oh dear, you poor thing” she rushed to my aid and hugged me. “You don’t look so great either”
“Oh”
“Why don’t you come to my house, I’ll fix you a bath…”
“No thanks” I cut her off. I don’t want any pity.
“I’ll take that as a yes” she smiled sweetly got her stuff and gestured me to follow.
I stayed were I was.
She sighed and grabbed my hand and dragged me. I guess I didn’t have a choice.
It was kind of weird walking at first, I lost my balanced easily. She always caught me before I fell. When we made it to her house, she told me to dry off my feet before entering. As I entered my eyes widen. She has cases of knickknacks, books, pictures, and random things. Her house smelled like peppermint. She told me to make my self at home. That’d be easy if I knew what a home felt like.
2007-09-08
08:15:01 ·
update #2