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    dots Submission Name: Asylum Boy, Entry 18dots
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    Author: Darkess
    ASL Info:    12/Female/Canada
    Elite Ratio:    3.37 - 30/93/39
    Words: 635
    Class/Type: Story/Longing
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    Average Vote:    5.0000
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    Description:
       He's becoming too real.

    And I know what I have to do to fix this, but I don't want to.

    A single story, from another author, was what started this. The character's personality developed into an idea. But her story is incredibly sad. I don't want to go back to it.

    (The book Lucianna carries is something I just recently found out about... And had no previous knowledge of, mind you. It's so... Interesting. And it's a story that has actually been written by someone. Not published, not yet, but still written. On the subject of dreams... I know all about REM sleep and how you dream every night. Please don't inform me that Dove's ideas are incorrect. :P)


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    dotsAsylum Boy, Entry 18dots
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         Have you ever heard something that brought tears to your eyes? A story, a poem, a word... A single sound. And I have no idea what it's supposed to mean, but it's scaring me.

         ...

         It's all just evolution...

         I can flip through my pages, these pages that are barely held together now, go back for months... And feel everything over again. Simple words will spark simple memories, emotions, thoughts... And as I write at this moment, I'll be able to look back and remember exactly what I felt. Even if I can't figure it out now.

         ...

         I haven't spoken to him in what feels like forever... But forever's comforting, knowing I can get this far and survive. Less than forever amounts up to the time I haven't spoken to her in. They're spending more time with each other and I hope they'll ignore me.

         ...

         Lucianna has scratches on her arms. And I know she doesn't hurt herself... Because she's been so carefully watched and she wouldn't allow herself to anyway, but they still look painful. They look like her skin's too dry and every time she scratches it, it leaves a red mark. She showed me them and told me the doctors were making her wear long-sleeved shirts so she'd stop scratching.

         One thing I figured out today. There's probably some cream or something that can help her. But no, the doctors just prevent the only thing that's giving her relief, and refuse to help her get better.

         ...

         This may or may not be something interesting... But then again, you're stuck hearing me... Not sure if you're listening, though.

         ...

         'Angel Dreams' was the title of one of the books Lucianna carried around. It's rather pretty... Undescribable, for the most part. I won't try reading it, but the cover's so nice and the title makes me think... Dreams.

         I never have them. Not that I remember, though. But I'm almost positive that I haven't had a dream in quite awhile. It's annoying me.

         Every patient in this place gets at least one dose of some sort of medicine per day. I don't ever remember being given anything. But what if they forced it into me when I was sleeping? Why am I not dreaming?

         ...

         Certain things can trigger memories, locked away in your soul. But I don't remember much, so why is it that so many things now are making me cry?

         The blossoms in the garden. Certain things that Lucianna will say or do. Things that I'll say or do. Doctors talking in the hallways. Sunlight on dull, grey days. And yet I feel nothing for the important things in my life.

         Is there another way to release emotion? Crying is making my eyes hurt.

         ...

         I'll miss her.

         ...

         Lucianna will be leaving in a few days. I'll miss her, because she's been the only thing in my life that hasn't stayed constant.

         Scared of change? Just a bit. She knows life outside. I envy her. I'll miss her so much.

         I didn't really know why, and I figured it'd be better if I didn't understand, even if I did know.

         Her doct- Chance got her out. It's awful she couldn't do the same for me. She told whoever's in charge of this... Place... That it wasn't good for her to be kept away from her family and stuck in here for so long. She probably won't have to come back, so long as she's quiet and good and doesn't do anything suspicious for a long time.

         I envy her and I'll miss her. And I don't think I'm feeling much.




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      *dies from the amazingness of the writing*

    i havent logged on in so long and the first thing i checked was this, haha, i am surprised though, that youre not further along in entries, but its understandable; yay summer break!

    LOVE and PEACE
    and as always keep writing!
    | Posted on 2007-07-18 00:00:00 | by thehappyfaery | [ Reply to This ]
      ^-^ Being grounded for a week then coming on to read this makes me happy. ^-^
    | Posted on 2007-05-05 00:00:00 | by EbonyBlood | [ Reply to This ]
      I agree completely with crimson *worships your writing skills* we aren't worthy! we aren't worthy!
    | Posted on 2007-05-02 00:00:00 | by (Eagle) | [ Reply to This ]
      Chapter eighteen! Wasn't expecting it when I logged on, but it's cool anyhow.

    This installment's interesting, especially Dove's apparent fascination with/lack of dreams. He seems almost like a real person, as far as that goes--but that's the interesting thing about writing: the opportunity to see things through someone else's eyes for a while.

    Why do you need to fix the fact that he's becoming more human? That's what most people strive for, believe it or not.

    I think I might understand, though. When I write, I become the character; be it Zero or Giose or the diabolical Gerard, my heart and mind fuse with theirs. And thanks to that, my greatest fear is of the possibility that the character will come out of his pages, and take my place in this life.

    Writing is a balancing act, Jess. It's a challenge, and I know that as much as anyone. But don't let your characters die--after all, if you're like most of the writers I've known, they're a huge part of you.

    Conquer the fear.

    --crimson
    | Posted on 2007-04-26 00:00:00 | by crimson echo | [ Reply to This ]


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