Thursday, April 24, 2025
20250423 for Cherry's birthday, we gathered at a restaurant high up top a tall, private building of concrete. It was late afternoon and sunset when we were seated around small, wrought iron food court tables. The building didn't have walls or railings - it was all open space. My aunt brought leftovers from her birthday party: lechon and something else delicious. As we ate, the set and it was dusk.
Our meal was soon interrupted by the loud flapping of a helicopter's blades. Cherry flew the helicopter as close as she could to the building, showing us all how she was doing for her birthday lesson. I excitedly opened my cellphone and FlightRadar24 App to show everyone we could track her movements in the sky. I excited watched her icon on my screen, the tiny, yellow helicopter happily moving around the screen. I kept it open until she was done.
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I returned home in a lavish cloth dress. My partner was older - a Sean Connery type - wearing a white suite and black bow tie. I went to the kitchen for something and when i returned to the courtyard, my partner had been in a struggle.
"Call an ambulance!" He exclaimed. The attacker was on the floor, clutching his chest and was face down
Sunday, April 13, 2025
20250413 i was at a cottage, with lots of my baby's things. Because we didn't bring suitcases qith us, I put all of our things in white garbage bags. Pur bags were scattered around the room, but my baby's bags were stored in a closet without sliding doors, at the front exit. It contained mostly borrowed baby things from my sis-in-law.
My parents came to visit. They also wanted to help me while there. I had just finished cooking lunch, when i noticed all of my baby's bags were missing. Frantic, i asked my parents who said they threw them away in a far dumpster. Cookie saw my trouble and asked what happened. I told him and we went out looking for baby's things. As I climbed into my forst dumpster, Cookie called a small group of people he knew to help.
When I climbed into my next dumpster, some of Cookie's friends victoriously ran to us. They have found the bags. I felt overjoyed and relieved.
Saturday, April 12, 2025
20250412 Cookie and i met Peach, Tomato, Persimmon, and Cherry near Square One when the sky suddenly became as dark as night and rain torrentially poured from an angry heaven. We said we should find shelter and had differences about where to go. Peach and Tomato decided it's best to go home to their tall skyscraper, but i mentioned Fort ???. We hopped into two vehicles and headed our separate ways, ours driven by Persimmon with Cherry and Cookie.
As we raced there, lightning in numerous beams crashed all around us, razing the skyscrapers to the ground with each strike. Their long, white-hot fingers splayed farther and wider with each thunderous boom. I was scared and sad to see the world destroyed.
When we reached the fort, others had the same idea. We bunkered in the safe rooms below as we waited for the clashes and flashes to end. I can't tell how long we hid, but the final strike did occur. When it was safe, we emerged from hiding to the raised ground floor. The world was flooded up to the edge, just under the window line. We had chosen the right building and survived.
Thursday, March 27, 2025
20250327 i was part of a small community who lived in the past. We wore long, plain dresses in browns with white aprons, doing mundane tasks. The men wore white shirts with collars, dark pants and black suspenders. We were young, in our early twenties, and prime for marriage.
I had become tangled with two men. One of them was sturdy-built and stocky, with dark hair, skin and eyes. He travelled around the world for work. The other man was short and thinly built with dirty blond hair. The women giggled over him and one popular girl claimed she'll be married to him in the future. After spending time working farm duties with him, we'd grown to like each other. He asked me to marry him.
The traveller returned and learned I'd become someone else's fiancé. He angrily confronted me. He told me all the travelling he did was for me and for our future. I was scared of his rage and ran away from him. The other man found out I use to belong to another. He broke our engagement and I was alone. Whenever I'd enter a room, they would pretend I didn't exist. The girls teased and bullied me. I felt so unwelcome so i'd run away to a hiding place and cry myself to sleep there.
One day, the matron of our community called onto the traveller. He exited her office, upset with a long face. Then she called on a few of the mean girls. One by one they left the office almost in tears. I noticed the people the matron called were related to the incident with me. Once the blond was called, he started slinking to her office, fearful of the news he'd learn. I ran to him, lacing my hand in his to show my support. He didn't reject it. We walked in together and suddenly I felt a horrible feeling. The matron was seated at her desk with her grey, frizzy hair in a bun. The next eldest woman of our community stood beside her grimly. They both looked at me as I entered. I suddenly knew what they were telling everyone.
I had a terminal illness. I was going to die soon.
Monday, February 24, 2025
20250224 Cookie and I had to attend a wedding. Cookie was part of the wedding party and I was his guest.
We were in a mansion, with brick walls as an interior. Everyone was getting ready in the same rooms. Cookie was shaving his face with a cheap, pink, dual-bladed, disposable ladies' razer when I came in the room with the bridesmaids. I exclaimed I forgot to shave my legs and asked Cookie if I may use one of his razers. Of course he let me. He had two bags: one standard shape, and the other had a concaved, crescent blade. I took a crescent one and immediately went to a sink. There were many sinks in a line across the wall. Wetting my leg and then the razer, I did my best to avoid razer burn as I shaved the one centimetre long leg hairs. The razer pulled and I felt stinging pain.
When Cookie was done, he sat on the white-sheeted bed next to me. I looked up, seeing his navy pants legs to the white cap on his head. He was in his naval officer's uniform from the Navy. His coat was decorated with a few medals on his chest. I immediately felt flushed and lustful. I didn't realize the groomsmen were required to wear their uniforms instead of a suit. Before I could comment, they were called to the altar.
As the bridemaids watched the men leave, I heard one say they look gorgeous. I replied, "I'll have to keep [this memory] in my spank bank."
The reception was more like a nightclub with each corner of the room having a different theme, lighting and music. It was messy. I showed my mom, seated at my table, the bride's spending - which was over budget. She grabbed it and showed it to everyone, frantically. I yelled for her to stop or the bride will hate me but it was too late.
The next morning, Cookie and I got packed. Shortbread was getting a ride home with us. We went from room to room, looking for things we could take home with us. Items that wouldn't be missed. Shortbread took a small potted plant.
Friday, February 21, 2025
20250221 I went to my mom's kitchen, which looked at lot like 9L except with a different layout. My cousin, who was born eighteen days after me, was there. The telephone on the wall rang, so she answered it for us. After a few short qips and hanging up the receiver, she turned to me and asked, ”two of the quizzers on ???name-of-event?? dropped out. how would you like to be one of them? They gave us two free tickets!"
I felt terrified. When I was alone with my mom, I begged her that I didn't want to go. ”I read the Bible, but I don't know it well!"
Labels: emotion: fear, group: family, location: 9l
Saturday, February 1, 2025
20250201 It was a beautiful spring day. The leaves were bright green in the sun. I took Baby out on a front facing stroller on public transit, where we got off on a busy street corner near the lake of our metropolitan city. I pushed Baby not far, until we reached a kiosk selling books, board games, plush animals and VHS with bright, realistic illustrations of animals.
I turned the corner to see if they were there. Spritz and his mother were behind the counter, helping customers with transactions while his younger sister sat on the carpeted floor in a white dress, talking and thanking customers and people that came. Spritz was the first to notice me and waved. He had his normal haircut but with experimental short bangs, and his glasses turned into shades in the UV sunlight.
When the crowd left, I approached them and introduced Baby. I asked if she still had copies of the children's book she illustrated and that I'd like to buy a copy.
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