Post by Rich Waters on Oct 18, 2011 18:46:23 GMT -7
Grans says I should be working on my writing, since I haven't really been to school in such a long time. I tell her that I'm dyslexic, and ADHD, but she says that just an excuse for being lazy, so here I am, scribbling out a journal in English, rather than Ancient Greek.
Grans doesn't like me talking about my father being the sea, or rather the Greek personification of the sea, she says it's bragging and braggarts have no honor. I don't completely understand what she means, but once you've seen a little old lady beat a six armed ogre with her handbag, you learn not to question her too much.
Mama's not doing so well, I think all the years of running are finally getting to her. It used to be that she would put on a brave face for me, and tell me that together we can do anything. Now...well she rarely leaves her room, and even then only when Grans makes her leave.
The strange old man came to me in my dreams again. Every time he appears, I seem to get better control over my...um...powers I suppose you could call them. But this time he just gave me a message, something like, "Be Strong. Help is on the way," we've been waiting for two years for help...so I don't know what to think. Maybe Papa Sea is sending a big wave to come wash away all those nasty monsters that try to eat Grans and me, but Grans says that won't happen. "Boy, we are strong. We will help ourselves and we will win," she said when I told her over breakfast. She never calls me by my name, just Boy. She always tells Mama that "Rich Waters," is a stupid name, but that's usually when Mama goes back to her room and locks the door...
Oh No. I hear them outside again...that means I will have to fight them again, very soon. I'm so tired, and the sea...well it feels further and further away...I'd better go, Grans says I need some sleep.
-Richy
Word Count: 370
Muse: Frightened little boy
Notes: I know it's a silly disjointed journal, but Richy need to start his story somewhere
Grans doesn't like me talking about my father being the sea, or rather the Greek personification of the sea, she says it's bragging and braggarts have no honor. I don't completely understand what she means, but once you've seen a little old lady beat a six armed ogre with her handbag, you learn not to question her too much.
Mama's not doing so well, I think all the years of running are finally getting to her. It used to be that she would put on a brave face for me, and tell me that together we can do anything. Now...well she rarely leaves her room, and even then only when Grans makes her leave.
The strange old man came to me in my dreams again. Every time he appears, I seem to get better control over my...um...powers I suppose you could call them. But this time he just gave me a message, something like, "Be Strong. Help is on the way," we've been waiting for two years for help...so I don't know what to think. Maybe Papa Sea is sending a big wave to come wash away all those nasty monsters that try to eat Grans and me, but Grans says that won't happen. "Boy, we are strong. We will help ourselves and we will win," she said when I told her over breakfast. She never calls me by my name, just Boy. She always tells Mama that "Rich Waters," is a stupid name, but that's usually when Mama goes back to her room and locks the door...
Oh No. I hear them outside again...that means I will have to fight them again, very soon. I'm so tired, and the sea...well it feels further and further away...I'd better go, Grans says I need some sleep.
-Richy
Word Count: 370
Muse: Frightened little boy
Notes: I know it's a silly disjointed journal, but Richy need to start his story somewhere