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Little Miss Organs
Hello! This is a sorta-comedic-though-serious-at-parts (what do I call it?) journal like thing I'm doing based off of the well known insane wolf girl that everyone knows, Kylieanna. After the nuclear bomb hit, she's lost her memory and coincidentally regained her sanity, and she's trying to survive. People just don't accept her, however, and normally take the choice of running from her more then helping. She's confused and tired but she's taking it a little less seriously then she really should.
I tried to be funny and serious at the same time, but it might not work. Sorry if it's a little too comedic.
Entries so far:
I tried to be funny and serious at the same time, but it might not work. Sorry if it's a little too comedic.
Entries so far:
Entry 0
I am a girl named Kylie Anna. I am 15 and a half years old. No one understands me and what I do, but some day, I'll teach them that I'm not weird. I'm normal, they just don't understand yet.
There's currently a war going on between two civilizations. I'm living in the capital city of one. It's buzzing with life, but I honestly I am scared as to what will happen in the war to us. I've heard stories about enemy soldiers coming in and attacking us... murdering my friends violently. I honestly don't care all that much, because it was likely to happen anyway, in another way. But that doesn't matter.
You see, we built this big wall, and to compensate, the other civilization built a giant airship with a giant nuclear bomb attached to it, and they're threatening to drop it on us. So the people outside and my family are trying to escape the wall, and the only way to do that is to go across a large bridge. It's likely crowded by now.
I'm still here, sitting on my couch, playing on my laptop in my room in the basement. I just don't see the point in running. They're likely not gonna drop it; they know the absolutely massive damage to us and the neighboring countries it'll do to us and it'll cause all the other countries to go against them, leading to their downfall. That's why I'm not taking this too seriously. And I wouldn't be able to escape anyway, because the bridge is crowded, the town is panicking, but they're weird. I'll just keep a supply of muffins down here ju
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I am a girl named Kylie Anna. I am 15 and a half years old. No one understands me and what I do, but some day, I'll teach them that I'm not weird. I'm normal, they just don't understand yet.
There's currently a war going on between two civilizations. I'm living in the capital city of one. It's buzzing with life, but I honestly I am scared as to what will happen in the war to us. I've heard stories about enemy soldiers coming in and attacking us... murdering my friends violently. I honestly don't care all that much, because it was likely to happen anyway, in another way. But that doesn't matter.
You see, we built this big wall, and to compensate, the other civilization built a giant airship with a giant nuclear bomb attached to it, and they're threatening to drop it on us. So the people outside and my family are trying to escape the wall, and the only way to do that is to go across a large bridge. It's likely crowded by now.
I'm still here, sitting on my couch, playing on my laptop in my room in the basement. I just don't see the point in running. They're likely not gonna drop it; they know the absolutely massive damage to us and the neighboring countries it'll do to us and it'll cause all the other countries to go against them, leading to their downfall. That's why I'm not taking this too seriously. And I wouldn't be able to escape anyway, because the bridge is crowded, the town is panicking, but they're weird. I'll just keep a supply of muffins down here ju
<<The rest of the word is smeared and there is no more writing. The text seems rather worn out with some ashes scattered upon it.>>
Entry 1 Part 1
Hello. It's Kylie. Well, it isn't I guess.
I can't... I can't remember my memories before a certain period.. a week, I think. Because I think I've been in a coma for about 5 days or something, who knows how long. They probably dropped the bomb, that's why. I can't believe it! Taken my logic from the other entry, it's really stupid to drop a giant nuclear bomb on a large walled city, it'd make the other countries furious! Stupid!
My basement is a wreck now. It's unrecognizable. Parts of it are tumbled in on itself, and there's ash and dust scattered everywhere. It's miraculous that I survived, though not without some minor casualties. Some of the rocks that fell crushed my left hand, but that doesn't really matter, I'm alive, wooo!!
I should get out of here, though. It's damp, smelly, and the only things that don't seem to be melted or exploded completely are my clothes and the container of muffins. The muffins don't look all that normal though. I wonder what I put in them. I also found out I had a radiation detector thingamabob. That's what I call, because I really have no idea what it is. It says my radiation level is 5682 and I'm gaining 5 rads a second. What the heck is a rad. I was never taught that measurement in scho... Wait, was I even schooled? My memories are all messed up, it's hard to tell, but I'm going to assume I was schooled.
I'm going upstairs and-- what the heck? The ceiling has a giant hole in it, everything is utterly destroyed, much more then the basement. Maybe seeing the basement's underneath a secure building and it is secure itself is why I was saved? Yeah, that's probably it. The sky outside is a really grey color, probably from all the radiation. The door is completely decimated. Maybe door ashes make a good topping for muffins? I don't think that's smart nor yummy and seeing i'm not completely starving and I have a food supply (of muffins--yum!), I'm not gonna try it. It's probably irradiated, yucky, gross...
Actually, I'm starting to get a little hungry now. I have the container full of muffins that'll last me for a while. It must be a damn good life, feasting off nothing but muffins. But there's no time to think about these things! Why do I think about food so much?! I need to act more serious! My home was just destroyed and I lost some of my memory!!
Ok, so i'm walking outside, and it's also completely decimated here, too. there's looots of holes in the buildings and they seem to be tumbling in on their self. There's no form of life at all, even the grass was demolished completely by the bomb. I don't think anyone survived, seeing everyone was crowding the bridge. I'm gonna walk around and check the buildings.
I think I see something scurrying out from the ruins of a supermarket. Hold on.
Hello. It's Kylie. Well, it isn't I guess.
I can't... I can't remember my memories before a certain period.. a week, I think. Because I think I've been in a coma for about 5 days or something, who knows how long. They probably dropped the bomb, that's why. I can't believe it! Taken my logic from the other entry, it's really stupid to drop a giant nuclear bomb on a large walled city, it'd make the other countries furious! Stupid!
My basement is a wreck now. It's unrecognizable. Parts of it are tumbled in on itself, and there's ash and dust scattered everywhere. It's miraculous that I survived, though not without some minor casualties. Some of the rocks that fell crushed my left hand, but that doesn't really matter, I'm alive, wooo!!
I should get out of here, though. It's damp, smelly, and the only things that don't seem to be melted or exploded completely are my clothes and the container of muffins. The muffins don't look all that normal though. I wonder what I put in them. I also found out I had a radiation detector thingamabob. That's what I call, because I really have no idea what it is. It says my radiation level is 5682 and I'm gaining 5 rads a second. What the heck is a rad. I was never taught that measurement in scho... Wait, was I even schooled? My memories are all messed up, it's hard to tell, but I'm going to assume I was schooled.
I'm going upstairs and-- what the heck? The ceiling has a giant hole in it, everything is utterly destroyed, much more then the basement. Maybe seeing the basement's underneath a secure building and it is secure itself is why I was saved? Yeah, that's probably it. The sky outside is a really grey color, probably from all the radiation. The door is completely decimated. Maybe door ashes make a good topping for muffins? I don't think that's smart nor yummy and seeing i'm not completely starving and I have a food supply (of muffins--yum!), I'm not gonna try it. It's probably irradiated, yucky, gross...
Actually, I'm starting to get a little hungry now. I have the container full of muffins that'll last me for a while. It must be a damn good life, feasting off nothing but muffins. But there's no time to think about these things! Why do I think about food so much?! I need to act more serious! My home was just destroyed and I lost some of my memory!!
Ok, so i'm walking outside, and it's also completely decimated here, too. there's looots of holes in the buildings and they seem to be tumbling in on their self. There's no form of life at all, even the grass was demolished completely by the bomb. I don't think anyone survived, seeing everyone was crowding the bridge. I'm gonna walk around and check the buildings.
I think I see something scurrying out from the ruins of a supermarket. Hold on.
Entry 1 Part 2
Okay, so turns it it's a guy who looks a little slim and a bit taller than me by a little. He's looking through the building and looks like he's just cried. He must've lost something important. That's sad, if you lose a loved one and can't even find their ashes, then I'd probably cry too.
"Hello?" I yell to him. He looks over at me and then he turns pale. What the hell? Is he scared of people or something? Do I look creepy? Ok. I probably do, because now he's running away. I'm gonna go catch up with him.
"WAIT! What's wrong?" "You're wrong!!"
Way to make a girl feel better.
After running for a while he's tired out and so am I, so we both just sit down. Now he's constantly muttering "Please don't hurt me" to me. "Why would I hurt you? I'm not a psychopath. It looks like there's barely any survivors left and I really want to survive.". He's just staring at me now. My god, what was I like before? I can't remember. I couldn't have been a murderer, I'm too young for that, and that would be disgusting. How do I remember what blood and murder look like? It might be a possibility, but there's no way. And... what happened to my family? Did... did they die?! No!! They must be alive, somehow...
He is still staring at me awkwardly. He just asked me "Did.. did you hit your head or something?". He looks scared. "I'm not sure, but if you're asking if I lost my memory, then that's highly likely." He just relaxed and looks relieved. What was I like before? I don't remember. Maybe I can find out from this guy? No, later, surviving comes first and foremost, and looks very skinny. He must've not been in a coma and not had a food source. I guess I'm lucky.
I just opened the container of muffins and I'm gonna offer him one.
Okay, what is going on. He turned pale again as soon as I offered him a muffin. He's asking "What flavor are these?". What IS the flavor of those muffins? "I don't know. It was safe in a container in my basement though, so i'm sure it wasn't irradiated." I reply. He's still pale. "Erm, so you don't even remember making these?" "Nope". I'm gonna eat one. I'll just take a bite out of this one to see how it tastes...
...wow this is a weird muffin. It doesn't have a sweet flavor, it has a sort of smoky taste and has a hint of a taste like copper in there. It's a bit more chewy and the inside of the muffin is a brownish color. I probably filled it with chicken or something, I'm not sure. "It tastes sorta smoky, like a cooked beef or something. It has a hint of copper." I respond, still chewing it. It's really interesting for a muffin. Though, he doesn't think so. He's the color of parchment now. "What's wrong?" I ask.
"Oh my GOD what have you done to Dessern?"
"Who's that?"
"...My friend?"
"Oh. What did I do to him?"
"...Yeah, you don't remember."
He's making no sense. What happened? Ah, well. I offered him a muffin again and he's hesitating to eat it. Why? They taste nice, a bit different, but that's not need for alarm, right? He took the muffin, but he's taking really small bites out of it. I'm telling him to eat it because he looks skinny and this is the only thing we have. Well, at least he's eating. "Oh yeah. What's your name?". He says he's called mariosatr. What an interesting name. He says he knows me, and that since most people will be afraid of me (for some apparent reason, he won't tell me why, because he 'doesn't want me to remember'. I want to do the exact opposite thing!), so I should pull up the hood on my jacket. It has holes in it, but it'll do the hide my face. He also says we should get going, because apparently since the bomb, lots of people have become very violent trying to find resources to survive, even taking to kill people. I said "That's horrible!". He just muttered something in response to that and won't tell me what he muttered.
Anyway, we picked up our things and started to move around. We're now hiding in a little hole under the streets, because apparently there isn't any irradiation underground. I found that interesting. But I'm really tired, so I'm just going to sleep now. He's gonna do the same, after he blocks up the exit to the hole. Good night. I'll write again tomorrow.
Okay, so turns it it's a guy who looks a little slim and a bit taller than me by a little. He's looking through the building and looks like he's just cried. He must've lost something important. That's sad, if you lose a loved one and can't even find their ashes, then I'd probably cry too.
"Hello?" I yell to him. He looks over at me and then he turns pale. What the hell? Is he scared of people or something? Do I look creepy? Ok. I probably do, because now he's running away. I'm gonna go catch up with him.
"WAIT! What's wrong?" "You're wrong!!"
Way to make a girl feel better.
After running for a while he's tired out and so am I, so we both just sit down. Now he's constantly muttering "Please don't hurt me" to me. "Why would I hurt you? I'm not a psychopath. It looks like there's barely any survivors left and I really want to survive.". He's just staring at me now. My god, what was I like before? I can't remember. I couldn't have been a murderer, I'm too young for that, and that would be disgusting. How do I remember what blood and murder look like? It might be a possibility, but there's no way. And... what happened to my family? Did... did they die?! No!! They must be alive, somehow...
He is still staring at me awkwardly. He just asked me "Did.. did you hit your head or something?". He looks scared. "I'm not sure, but if you're asking if I lost my memory, then that's highly likely." He just relaxed and looks relieved. What was I like before? I don't remember. Maybe I can find out from this guy? No, later, surviving comes first and foremost, and looks very skinny. He must've not been in a coma and not had a food source. I guess I'm lucky.
I just opened the container of muffins and I'm gonna offer him one.
Okay, what is going on. He turned pale again as soon as I offered him a muffin. He's asking "What flavor are these?". What IS the flavor of those muffins? "I don't know. It was safe in a container in my basement though, so i'm sure it wasn't irradiated." I reply. He's still pale. "Erm, so you don't even remember making these?" "Nope". I'm gonna eat one. I'll just take a bite out of this one to see how it tastes...
...wow this is a weird muffin. It doesn't have a sweet flavor, it has a sort of smoky taste and has a hint of a taste like copper in there. It's a bit more chewy and the inside of the muffin is a brownish color. I probably filled it with chicken or something, I'm not sure. "It tastes sorta smoky, like a cooked beef or something. It has a hint of copper." I respond, still chewing it. It's really interesting for a muffin. Though, he doesn't think so. He's the color of parchment now. "What's wrong?" I ask.
"Oh my GOD what have you done to Dessern?"
"Who's that?"
"...My friend?"
"Oh. What did I do to him?"
"...Yeah, you don't remember."
He's making no sense. What happened? Ah, well. I offered him a muffin again and he's hesitating to eat it. Why? They taste nice, a bit different, but that's not need for alarm, right? He took the muffin, but he's taking really small bites out of it. I'm telling him to eat it because he looks skinny and this is the only thing we have. Well, at least he's eating. "Oh yeah. What's your name?". He says he's called mariosatr. What an interesting name. He says he knows me, and that since most people will be afraid of me (for some apparent reason, he won't tell me why, because he 'doesn't want me to remember'. I want to do the exact opposite thing!), so I should pull up the hood on my jacket. It has holes in it, but it'll do the hide my face. He also says we should get going, because apparently since the bomb, lots of people have become very violent trying to find resources to survive, even taking to kill people. I said "That's horrible!". He just muttered something in response to that and won't tell me what he muttered.
Anyway, we picked up our things and started to move around. We're now hiding in a little hole under the streets, because apparently there isn't any irradiation underground. I found that interesting. But I'm really tired, so I'm just going to sleep now. He's gonna do the same, after he blocks up the exit to the hole. Good night. I'll write again tomorrow.
