CaelaWrites
On a journey to write a book
CaelaWrites
On a journey to write a book
On a journey to write a book
On a journey to write a book
Today was the day. I had to take my oath and start out on my journey. Most at the age of 16 take the vow to the stars. We all vowed to our own star. The ones who can’t take the bow become workers in the village.
After the ceremony, I am to drink water from the sun fountain and the moon fountain. Whichever gives me a telling I must follow that path, no matter where it takes me.
My guardian was ...
“Your honor, I’d like to say something to the jury before closing remarks, if you would allow” I asked. The judge didn’t seem to impressed with me at this point in time, but if I didn’t say something they would sentence me to life.
Judge Hanson granted my request with a hand motion. He thinks I’m guilty, won’t even look at me.
I stand up in front of the jury and I plead for my innocence.
“La...
I didn’t know where I was for a minute. I could see my mom and my sister in the garden. They were surrounded by beautiful flowers. They looked a little sad, I’m not sure why. There wasn’t anyone else around, just then huddled together wiping each others tears.
I turned around and noticed a row of headstones behind me. I wonder who died. Maybe they are sad about that.
When i turn back around I ...
It was beautiful that day. I remember waking up just in time to see the sun rise over the ocean. In that moment it was calming and everything I ever wanted.
I had my coffee, book by my side just enjoying the ocean view. I was so glad we booked this vacation. I needed it. Work had been awful lately.
It wasn’t until I looked over my railing when I noticed the mistake. There was nothing below me....
It hurts, so much. I don’t understand why my friends are falling and disappearing. It smells smoky in the air.
The little things always come up with hoses and trucks. I even saw an airplane the other day. It dropped all this water on me. It seemed to help the pain, but I’m still damaged.
I hope this isn’t the end. I love my forest and I don’t want anyone else to disappear....
‘Sometimes the only way to really forget everything is to go to sleep’ this is what my therapist said today in session. As if my dreams don’t recount my days in the most twisted fashion.
I tried explaining that but of course they didn’t care.
I don’t ever get any sleep, anytime I close my eyes I see them, the creatures. It’s always the same dream just different ones.
‘ I am walking through ...
I had to clean up the mess. This was the worst part of the process. Blood is such a mess I can’t even stand it. It gets everywhere. I’ve learned that draining them in a tub works. Just confines it to one area.
The clothes I usually just drop in different donation bins. And the hair gets tossed in the school bins around campus. I’ve been quite good at the whole thing. I have it down to a routine....