Kama lanmò
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I started writing because I just wanted to be heard, my head was buzzing with thoughts and ideas.Now I want to tell my story the best way I know how.
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Dear Diary
A soldier goes inside the remains of a partially destroyed house. He surveys the area to check if there's any survivors. He notices it's a small house; barely two bedrooms. Each wall is covered with pictures of what appears to be a nine year old and her mother. He moves slowly through the house, observing all the damage. He enters one of the small bedrooms and recognizes it to be the bedroom of a small child. He's about to walk out when he sees a gleam out of the corner of his eye. He gets closer to it and sees it's a heart-shaped locket. He opens it, expecting a picture of the two that live here, but instead, out falls a small key. He picks up his walkie talkie and radios back to his team. "Hey guys, I think I found something. It's a small key… I'mma try to find what it belongs to. Could be supplies or something valuable." He searches the room and finds a pink book inside one of the busted drawers. He takes it out, examines it, it's weirdly in pretty good condition with a few scorches here and there and some fading around the edges. He takes the small key and unlocks the book, sits on the rusted bed, and reads the first page.
By Kama lanmò5 years ago in Fiction
