I finished the story. If you want it, ask.
tanankyo


Awake Sketch IIThe morning sun shone through the window and layered Niko’s bed with a ladder of light. The ladder crawled upward slowly, and as soon as the first bar crossed the boy’s closed eye, he woke. He lay in bed, warm under his covers, and shivered. The dreams had been especially bad that night. His eye explored the underside of his eyelid and he traced the depthless panorama of shifting lights and he wondered if these lights were the only thing that blind people saw, if they were to see anything. Somebody in one of his many dreams had been blind, he remembered, but who they were and what they haAwake Sketch II


Awake Sketch I“Teria, have you seen my green sash?” Her mom’s voice was high-pitched and tense. Her big interview was tonight, and the strain of attempted perfection colored her words with a curtness unlike her usual modulated self. Teria jumped up from sketching a picture of a horse she had brought up on the net and padded her way toward her mom’s room. “Um, I think you put it in the basket in the bottom of your closet. Here, Mom, don’t worry, I’ll find it. What time’s the interview?” Teria crossed the expansive room on tiptoe, bundling her hair into a topknot and tying it backAwake Sketch I
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Watch out for decreasing suckiness.
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Hasta manana, esperadamente. . .
tanankyo
What'll I write tomorrow? Hmm. . .
Any questions, comments, criticisms, and critiques are welcome, but don't be too offended if I totally ignore them. I do that. From time to time.
Until the next time,
tanankyo
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