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The streets were long, dark and silent. No light reached the muddy cobbles and wind whistled down the alleyways, making the rickety houses creak. It was this creaking that unnerved the boy as he ran along the inky roads, for the wind made the houses seem to be breathing and the breathing made the houses seem to be alive.
Faddei wasn't keen on the idea of the apparently inanimate houses being alive. Alive things were dangerous, alive things could pounce on you, alive things could eat you and alive things could hurt you. Especially in the dark, with no one else there.
As quietly as he could, he tip-toed down the street. He was being silly, he knew he was being silly. The city wasn't that dangerous, not anymore. Everyone, even today, said that once upon a time things had been much worse. Much worse.
After many small, quick steps, after many heartbeats, after many worried pauses as he stopped to listen for stalking footsteps, Faddei reached his own home. Relieved, the young boy knocked on the door. No breathing house monsters could get him now.
But something was wrong. No one answered. So he knocked again. And for a second time, no one answered. Faddei remained very still, imagining all the beasts and breathing creatures lurking behind him in the darkness. Slowly, moving as a frozen statue would, he raised his arm to knock once more.
Faddei wasn't keen on the idea of the apparently inanimate houses being alive. Alive things were dangerous, alive things could pounce on you, alive things could eat you and alive things could hurt you. Especially in the dark, with no one else there.
As quietly as he could, he tip-toed down the street. He was being silly, he knew he was being silly. The city wasn't that dangerous, not anymore. Everyone, even today, said that once upon a time things had been much worse. Much worse.
After many small, quick steps, after many heartbeats, after many worried pauses as he stopped to listen for stalking footsteps, Faddei reached his own home. Relieved, the young boy knocked on the door. No breathing house monsters could get him now.
But something was wrong. No one answered. So he knocked again. And for a second time, no one answered. Faddei remained very still, imagining all the beasts and breathing creatures lurking behind him in the darkness. Slowly, moving as a frozen statue would, he raised his arm to knock once more.
Literature
Riddle of a Different Shape
I was born a girl
with birth in my belly
and I will leave this world
a woman in a coffin.
From the moment I could
walk I had a boy on my heart
a boy, man, monster,
so different from me.
There is a puzzle in
my brain of why so different
why not me or him
and vice versa
verses of times
but I see he and I
are pieces of the same
cloth
but different patterns for a reason.
When I walked into the street,
I tried to be a boy
but I had hips, that broke the boy
I was born a girl,
a riddle of a different shape,
and he scattered, far away.
I was bred to be locked away
and select for taller men
(and monsters)
but I just want t
Literature
What Matters
Forget the worries, forget the fears,
Wipe away your old hurt's tears.
Laugh out loud, dance around your room,
Picture a different bride and groom.
Spend some time with your best friends,
Pick up the pieces, make amends.
Scream to your favorite song,
Not caring if the notes are wrong.
Live your live, reject the strife.
Pick up the pen, put down the knife.
Smell a rose, bounce on your toes.
Play with your hair, slide down the stairs.
Love the way you are, name you own star.
Accept your faults, turn somersaults.
These are what matter,
No matter how crazy or scattered.
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nervosa.
i.
i was six years old the night my mother crept into my room, spread a second quilt on top of me, and began to quietly brush the hair of my barbies. she laid down on the cold wooden floor, one ear down - as if she could hear the small specks of dust moving across the downstairs hardwood.
"we're moving to waterford," she said, staring fondly at my lovingly-kept pocahontas doll. i hadn't seen her swipe it, and she played with the silky ends of the doll's purple-sewn hair in silence.
"i don't want to go," i told her, bleary-eyed and whining, "who wants to live in a place named after water? don't they have anything exciting to name it after?"
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I messed up the rewrite of the prologue And ended up with a ramble I didn't want, so deleted it all and will start over now. However there was something about the first little bit i liked so I thought I'd throw it up here for LOLs
Faddei and the House Monsters! What a title
Faddei and the House Monsters! What a title
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So. I've been looking everywhere the pronunciation of this name. And then I come across a link that leads me to here. How very lucky am I? So. Might I ask, what is the correct Russian pronunciation of Faddei?