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Kagome's Lost Memory (Preview)Kagome
I laid on my bed, listening to some relaxing piano music, thinking about the warm, delicious noodles Mom was making for me downstairs. I heard Sota in his room with a friend, playing who knows what. Buyo was laying around like he always did. I love being here.
I'm Kagome Higurashi, now 17 years old and a Junior in high school. Japan is very nice I must say. It's peaceful and really comforting. Nothing to really worry about.
Except for one thing. Something has been stumping my mind. Something that says, "Something crazy happened to you 2 years ago!" But I can't seem to remember what, and why I can't remember. But something did, I'm sure of it.
Oh well. It's doesn't seem to get in the way of my life that much, except I had been thinking too much that I was hearing "KAGOME! DINNER'S READY!" very loudly. Mom must have been calling me for a while now.
"Coming, Mom!" I shouted, pausing my music and racing down with hunger in my stomach.
2 years.....what happened 2 years ago? I
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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