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Hi. My name's Sara. And this is my story.
My family moved to Alaska when I was one. We have lived on an island in the southeastern part of it ever since. I never knew what part of the world we came from, but I always knew we didn't come from any part of the world.
My parents, you see, are very...strange. They love isolation and the darkness. They eart raw meat and swallow it whole. At night, they grow wings and fly around, always looking for fresh meat. Always.
That means there's only two conclusions: My family's either demons, or we are not from this world.
My parents say that I will grow my own wings soon. Until then...the only thing to do is wait, and watch.
- by Unlucky Rogue |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 05/06/2009 |
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