The District of Never Die

 438 Unfamiliar Face

An unfamiliar face with an unfamiliar name in a hospital room for the family member of an unfamiliar victim. Yet this unfamiliar face I watch begins to cry and this unfamiliar heart breaks with every tear that falls. An unfamiliar longing to comfort you fills me but it's wrong. You are unfamiliar. I am unfamiliar. And yet I feel that I know you.
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It's supposed to be from the perspective of an accident victim who lost their memory of the time before the crash or whatever happened. Their entire family is in the room with them, plus their husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend but they recognize none of them due to memory loss. However, when they see that one person (h/w/gf/bf whatever) crying, they feel like they should comfort them, tell them everything is alright, but they don't know why because they can't remember they loved this person. The love overcomes the amnesia though and tries to reach out to the other.
Love overcomes all! XD that's the cheesy motif pretty much
For all_unwritten btw.

Falling through the clouds
on broken angel's wings,
beautiful sorrow.

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That was my sad attempt at a haiku.
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An angel's eyes and pure feathers in your hair, you must have fallen through the clouds.
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Both inspired by:
  Falling Through the Clouds

 Time to post my responses to some all_unwritten prompts. I have been responding to some, I just haven't done my normal copy pasting them into the journal here. So now, after responding to today's prompt (or, technically yesterday's seeing as it's past 12:00 am), I shall take the time to refill my journal :)
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424 "Graves"

434 Libation

Life is not defined by how many rights or lefts you take on those forks in the road, but by how many illegal u-turns you make along the way.

for prompt 420, "rights," on all_unwritten 

     The pretty, puffy clouds were so wispy today. She laughed as a unicorn danced towards the prince, and then frowned when they were replaced by a twisted, twirling dragon. The bunny she was playing with earlier came back and his long white ears stood out against the light blue of the sky. She was watching a princess when the sky completely disappeared, replaced by the harsh glow of orange lights and a solid cement ceiling.
     "Mommy, what happened to my princess?"
     The woman in the front seat just kept chatting away on her cell phone, something about charts and seats and an angry old man who's name was Boss.
     The little girl turned her eyes back towards the orange lights, counting them as they flew by. They looked like big fireflies but their color was off and they weren't as friendly. She was at 7 fireflies when suddenly a loud roar ripped through the dark tunnel. She jumped back into the middle of the seat, her face no longer pressed against the glass. From there, she saw a little yellow car drive by, but it was missing its roof, and there were mean-looking people waving their hands and screaming at the ceiling. She wondered if the dragon was chasing them and that's why they were yelling. Her mother in the front seat just glanced out the window and muttered "stupid teenagers" before talking about Boss again.
     She went back to her window, her nose against the glass as she looked for the dragon chasing the little car. She didn't see it, but that didn't matter - she had seen the bright speck of white light getting bigger and bigger. Soon the big orange fireflies started getting darker as the white light got brighter. She sunk back into the cushions of the seat, her eyes following the edge of the light until it was right on top of her. It was so bright she had to blink a lot before she could see again. And then her bunny was back and the prince had found the princess. She giggled as the unicorn pranced away towards the big office buildings of downtown.

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all_unwritten 397: "the light at the end of the tunnel."

     "I wouldn't want to be able to see through walls." Ana said, matter-of-factly. "That's an invasion of privacy."
     "Nuh-uh! It's pretty cool! You can see all the people and what they're doing!"
   "Yeah, exactly. What if you were showering and Superman happened to come by and look through the wall?"
     "Superman's not gay, he wouldn't do that." Andrew looked towards his Superman figure next to the dresser. It was right outside the bathroom door.
     "Well then I guess I better start showering with clothes on if you get the power to see through walls."
     "Eeew, like I'd want to see you naked anyways!" Andrew stuck his tongue out at the thought. "And besides, if Superman can see through walls, why couldn't he see through cloth?"
     "Well did you ever read about Superman seeing through clothes? No, that can't happen." Ana followed the thought through her head as it lead to a new conclusion. "I guess everyone should just start making their houses out of cloth then."
     Andrew just glanced at his sister from the corner of his eyes before snorting and walking out.


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OH JUNK, ANDREW IS ANA'S BROTHER! I KNEW IT!
lulz, anyways, yes, if you ever see Superman around, make sure you're not showering or your house is made of cloth. Besides, he can only see through walls, so who's to say he can see through floors and ceilings? Yes, I know, I'm taking that power rather literally, but that's the point ;D lol
And there was no prompt for this one, it was just brought up in one of my random trains of thought as I was thinking about how my shower is right next to the dorm hall way.

     "You can't go home! You can never go home!"
     "Hah! Wow, you actually like these movies? What a bunch of b.s.!" His face never turned from the TV screen as he laughed at the actress warning her husband of his fate and yet mourning their situation at the same time.
     I just turned back to watch the scene play out, knowing his eyes hadn't left the old romance drama film since I had turned it on. He secretly like them too, but was too much of a "man" to admit it.

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all_unwritten 394: "you can't go home."
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      Hearing a gasp in a quiet library is never a good thing.
     "Uh-oh, Ana, look what you did!" His whisper was harsh and condescending as it wafted over her. The book cover in his hands was torn, ripped down the seam in a jagged paper suicide.
     "What?" Her whisper was just as sharp as his as she spit back the accusation. "I never even touched that book! You did it yourself!"
     "Nuh-uh! Nobody saw it, it was you! It was all your fault!"
     "You're such a liar, Andrew. Besides, no one's going to believe you. I'm not the one who's going to be in trouble."
     Fear possessed his features for a second before he could regain his composure and repeat his favorite phrase: "Nuh-uh!" He stuck his head out of the line of shelves, making sure the coast was clear. "You're not going to get in trouble because no one's going to know! We'll just put the book you ripped back and walk away." The poor paper book with it's ripped cover was replaced on the dusty shelf, now marked by that deep, tattered scar. Ana followed Andrew's back obediently through the library and out the automatic doors, wondering if books felt pain.

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all_unwritten 391 and 392: "book cover" and "I'm in trouble."
The boy has a name finally! We still don't know their relationship though. But at least now he has a name.

     He had never been the copy cat type. Always the original one he was. When Valentine's came by, he gave me candy corn and a DVD instead of old chocolates, soon-to-be-dead flowers and useless jewelry. On my birthday there was no cake, but giant helpings of fettucini alfredo and some smores in the mountains for dessert. At halloween we scared the little neighborhood kids away and ate the candy ourselves. Christmas was a time for making undead snowmen and watching The Nightmare Before Christmas 20 times in a row. So when enough time passed and we were still completely lost in each other, I wasn't expecting the typical proposal, no down-on-one-knee for this girl. No, his was much more elaborate, very planned out and way more personal.
     We'd gone snorkling. It was our 4 year anniversary. 4 years of dating him and I still wasn't tired of him. My friends said we were crazy. My parents hinted at a proposal, our friends agreed, but I just said we'd get married when we were ready. Apparently he thought we were ready.
     But yes, we were snorkling when all of a sudden out of no where, this giant fish swims right in front of my face. A bright yellow one he was too so it was hard to miss. I almost drowned trying to back away from this crazy thing that violated my personal space. My flippers kicked frantically in front of me. Part of me was aiming for the big yellow blob, but I didn't really mean to hit it. It tumbled in circles through the water until it dropped to the bottom of the reef. Stunned but curious, I followed the too-friendly fish. It appeared I had broken the poor thing in half, but that couldn't have been possible, I only knicked it with my flipper and these little rubber things weren't strong enough to kill something. I inched closer, spotting something dark under one of its gills. It looked like a little metal gear . . .
     And then I saw it. The simple silver band tied to its tail fin. It was absolutely beautiful but I had no idea what it was doing here. Then I looked closer. Written on what I thought was a real live fish was a message: "Marry me, love?"
     I turned as gracefully as possible under water in a wet suit with flippers to look at my now-fiancé. My shocked eyes searched for his through the plastic goggles and I saw the smile there. So it was true! The little mechanical fish from heaven had brought me the ring of my dreams and the boy of my dreams had been behind the fiasco all along. He definitely had a very original take on how to propose - and that's why I love him.

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all_unwritten 388 and 390: "copy cat" and "he knelt on one knee."

 all_unwritten 389 - "he got on my nerves"

     I swallowed the little caplet like a normal pill. It went down like a normal pill. But, in the back of my mind, I totally knew it wasn't your typical, "normal" pill.
     It was blue for one. Who had ever seen a blue bill? Besides the one Morpheus offered Neo in that ancient movie. But that was totally fiction. This blue pill was definitely real, I could feel it as it tumbeled down my throat and into my system. No waking up in my bed for me, with blissful ignorance. No, I was an experiment. I wasn't fiction. And down went the blue pill.
     They said it'd take a while for it to take affect, but that I shouldn't really feel anything, except maybe a bit of soreness or discomfort. That was "normal," they said.
     An hour passed and I sat there silently in the bed, contemplating the meaning of "normal." That was common for a philosopher right? Except I'm no philospher.
     The static in the background morphed, changed into a static voice. Then the voice broke free, sounding small and yet very clear against the silent white atmosphere.
     "-lo? -ello? Can you -ear me?"
     The scraggly man in the long white lab coat leaned over, almost morphing out of the wall he was propped against, to pick up the walkie talkie. His voice was just as weak as his hair, barely there when he answered. "Yes, I can hear you."
     I smiled to myself as he failed to mention me. I was just the experiment, not a person to be included at all. How amusing.
     "I'm in the blood stream. Heading to the spinal cord now."
     I had asked how this was going to affect me, them poking and proding my body from inside when I couldn't stop them, and I remember being anxious. Then they showed me the adorable little blue space ship that would be in the little blue pill and I didn't fight them anymore. It was just too cute.
     Now however, once I couldn't see that little space ship, now that it was inside me and there was no way to stop it, I was anxious again.
     "Whoa, the heart beat just speed up. The blood is rushing much faster now."
     Apparently they could tell I was nervous too. The scraggly man outside of my body smiled reassuringly in my direction without really looking at me. Ah, to be an experiment.
     "Alright, past the heart, heading towards the spinal cord."
     Scraggles lifted the walkie talkie to his weak voice and said, "Remember, be careful."
     "Careful"? Why was he telling the mini man inside of me to be careful? I thought this was going to be easy.
     "Ow! ow ow ow! What the - !" My back arched in a painful jerk.
     "Whoops! hah, sorry. Is she okay? I just hit a nerve."
     I glared at the walkie talkie. "Okay"? "OKAY"?? He was lucky I didn't sneeze him out right now, that little mini man. So he got on my nerves. Literally. Lovely. I twitched a bit more, spasms shaking me as aftershocks of my bruised nerve. I hoped the little shakes were like earthquakes inside of me so maybe he'd be jolted enough to be more careful. But then again, he might run into something else. I tried to stop shaking.
     Scraggles watched the monitor by my head in silence. Apparently everything was looking good. He nodded or grunted every now and then, using phonics as small as the hairs on his head to approve of the situation.
     "Almost to the top," the walkie talkie announced. I assumed he meant almost to my head but there was no way to know. I never had gathered all the info on this experiment. Damn that tiny adorble space ship.
     The static broke through again as a shiver sent goose bumbs crawling over my skin. That wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't cold at all. Huh, odd.
     "Everyone ready out there?"
     Scraggles looked in my direction one more time. "Yes."
     A sudden itch plagued my head. It itched so much, but oddly, it was inside of me, in the most unreachable place ever.
     "Cord is inserted. Switching to manual control in . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1. . ."
     At one, Scraggles blended into the wall again, the walkie talkie spewed static, a voice unlike my own came out of my mouth. And then everything was black.

     I awoke sneezing like crazy, one after another after another. That was probably the most I've ever sneezed in my entire life. My eyes teared up and my chest hurt when it finally stopped. Scraggles was back, separated from his wall again. He was at the end of the bed over my legs with a magnifying glass. It must have looked odd to any passerby, watching a man scour a blanket with great intensity while I sat there rubbing my eyes with probably what felt like the most confused expression on my face.
     The tweezers snapped out like a dragon towards a virgin sacrifice. Scraggles raised his hand slowly, bringing the magnifying glass right up to his eye. The now-giant eye blinked and squinted, squinted and blinked until he turned to the vial waiting on the table and dropped his speck of dust in.
    The door almost closed on his white lab coat as he walked out. "Thanks for the information," I almost muttered when the door clicked shut. Looking around the room, I was left to ponder what had happened to me. Manual control. Hmm. I wonder what he meant by that. Mm, well I wonder how mini man is doing. . .

      I must have dozed off again because the next thing I knew, Scraggles was back with a strange man. He was wearing a blue jumpsuit with giant bug-eyed goggles propped atop his head. They were congradulating each other on some recent achievement.
     "It was amazing! To see the body is such detail, so up close! It's like you'd never believe! And our experiment - " His sentence dropped off as his face glazed over with nothing short of complete awe and passionate connection.
     "Yes. A complete success. Of course, the nerves are going to have to be avoided next time." Scraggles cocked an eye brow at the young man who blushed and scratched his head.
     "Hah, yes. That was a complete accident." Then he turned to me and quickly spoke as he bowed his head. "I'm really sorry about that."
     Oh! His voice! It was the voice from the walkie talkie! Mini man! Mini man was out of me! Maybe that's what all the sneezing was...
     "How did the controls work?"
     "Oh, very easy. It was like second nature working them. All of that practice paid off! How did it look from out here?"
     "You definitely had complete control. I could hear you and her eyes glazed over so I take it you had them too?"
     "Yes, I could see out of her eyes. She's slightly color blind though, she should see an eye doctor about that." He cast an appologetic glance in my direction before continuing the conversation.
     Their voices faded into the background like walkie talkie static. So that's what happened. He had control of me. I wonder what he did with my body. My hands quickly ran across my body making sure everything was still there. Hah, that sounds like something out of a sci-fi movie.
     I remember falling asleep this time as my cushioned head filled with images of time capsules and miniature spaceships. One last thought faded across my mind as the dreams took over.
     That pill was blue right?