The Old Hospital - Chapter Five Excerpt I woke up around three in the morning gasping for air, feeling around to make sure I was awake and fully in the real world. After confirming this, I curled up into a fetal position, resting my forehead on my knees. My long brown hair fell around me, tickling my ankles as I tried to think over the horrible nightmare I had just woken up from.
I had been trapped somewhere on the hospital grounds. The backyard to Building Number One, I think. It was extremely dark, the only light coming from a full moon and a small lantern I was holding. The stars had been completely covered by an overcast, and there was no sound at all. I was in my school unif
White White, Black
Puerto Rican, Asian
The Original American,
Who is seen as White as a sheet of paper.
Who cannot dance or talk of deep things.
White has been sealed into a vacuum, wispy like vapors.
Someone who's just a color and has a culture of nothing.
White, not caucausian. White like the crayon that no one uses.
White, one dimensional, trivial, and ultimately superficial.
From what I have heard, White is the winner that never loses.
The ultimate opponent, the one no one can touch, it's become conditional.
As a White woman, I "must" be better.
You probably think I sit and write high and mighty.
The Creator's Game Rain splashed at the wide window. Lightning flashed, brightening up the office, showing the silhouette of a man. Footsteps soon followed, indicated only by the slight vibrations in the floor, since the raging storm drowned out all noise.
Another flash. This time, the man was much closer, and appeared to be heading toward the door. He may have saw me in the flash, though I doubt he could make out my features anymore than I could see his, and instead he merely knew that the safest option was to escape from the mysterious intruder while he still had the chance.
The door opened, and light trickled into the room. I saw his face, old and wrink
Chapter One: A Silver Key CHAPTER ONE: A SILVER KEY
She would keep her secrets lodged in her throat, tucked away behind a silver lock that was one and whole with the fair skin on her smooth neck. The silver keyhole had always been there, resting in the shade of her rounded chin, ever since she was born. Also part of her was a silver key hanging upon the delicate chain that emerged from a minute bit of puckered flesh upon the nape of her neck. When she looked at herself standing before a mirror, she looked as though she merely wore a necklace.
Satu's entire family was just like her. Her mother, her father, her younger brother, and her infant sister all had a silver l