I was unsure.

"Can you hear that? Can you hear that?!"

I can hear something!!"

It was a blunt, swinging continuous rhythm. Swing, snap, collapse. Heavy leaves shattering. I went mad. How can it be? How can it be?

Should I continue? Yes. Will they find us in this secret place? They are getting close. Can you hear that? What is it!! I screamed!! There are strange men killing us out there! Then, she shocked me. As I sat down again, ears spiked and said, non, and lay down beside her again...She hit me with a black stare, and then she scrambled in the dew, slipping a little, for no reason she left me, and gathered her legs together, and bolted. She went thundering, how a small person can thunder, by hitting me backwards with screams, little thin legs rushing through high grass, and moving and hitting each other like tripping sticks, making a scene.

the best

I was just, brighter because of the sun. I did more, I thought so, because more, more is doing what people want you to do your best with, the important things need to be covered, dealt with, by you, or else, so I stayed in and around dealing the war.

1ST BATTLE excerpts

A loud television and a quiet person.

One ginger tom, fighting a white cat with ears back, one black with a white face and paws, scratches at ground, ginger sleeps, the black and white cat, wakeless turning it’s face one way and the other, white remains scratching at the ground, ears back, waiting, they screw up their eyes, never seen them before, out in the garden, eyes shut tight, looks like they have gone to sleep except for the white cat, crouching...then black one sits, then lies down, ginger tom yawning. The white cat gets up and runs, then, stops, sits down, and goes to sleep.

1ST BATTLE

I went for some food, there hadn’t been any spaceships for some while.

I chewed at things, cross-legged, staring up past the window ledge, at light blue, which was full of a buzzing alarm sound, silent to most normals. Some hear the sound of silence, in the buzzing, like that, a tone, that goes on and on, like one long sound underneath water, underneath sand, an ever-present drawn out tone.

FIRST BATTLE

I was weeping so much sweat, I thought the sweat was my friend, I kicked at myself and bit harder, intent on shooing away the floor underneath the window ledge, which was cracking, I went sniffing at the damp, shuffling and slapping at the dust around me, spitting at the floor, trying to drive something away. I called stop Battle one.