Passions in Prose |
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More Material from Michaelson: Hase 2 and 3, 4257 |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
It wasn't long before I learned more words from the old language. I live in Attrendia, the nation that has severed all ties with its native language. I have never met a speaker of Attrendian, though I'm told that there are some scattered here and there. It's a dead and forgotten language that only a handful of scholars bother to learn. Nevertheless I met regularly with Cuteto in that same abandoned alleyway where I first encountered him and we discussed the language. He could speak it fluently. He told me that Cuteto meant "teacher." But I think I need to get to the point. I just wrote that the only person I trust with my secrets is Cuteto. I trust him because he understands me more than anyone else. He was the first and only person not to question my sanity after I mentioned my nightly experiences. You need to see those things. There's a reason you're seeing them and experiencing them. You remember what most people don't want to. I could never quite understand why he said this. However, when I saw the burning children and the white hot cups and the devoured, rotten flesh as memories I could cope with them better. They happened in the past, but I was okay in the present. |
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Copperbell Senior Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 956 |
I'm reading them... |
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