K welp in that case here is my ONE story!
Post Traumatic
"Twila!" a girl was hanging over a large precipes "Luna don't let go!" "i-Im trying Twila!" heavy breathing. "Forget it Luna! You need to run I can hear them coming!" snapping twigs and voices can be heard not far off. "no Twila I won't let you fall!" "you have too! You cant get me up and if they catch you... they already got mom and dad" tears were streaming down the little girl's face. "please Twila I-I cant do it." "then I will" the girl let go of the hands and plummeted down."Twila!!!" I woke up breathing heavily, outside I saw stars glittering coldly.

It was just a dream I told myself, however, the truth was it wasn't a dream it was a memory. I remembered that night perfectly. My sister, Twila, and I had been caught up in the middle of a war.

Valleybroad (the place we lived at) had been attacked and we fled. Our parents went back to get our baby brother from his crib, my sister and I watched as the house burned down. We never saw them get out. Twila and I sprinted out into a patch of woods, we ran for our lives, we heard shouting and heavy footsteps behind us. A loud bang issued throughout the woods and I felt something fast and sharp graze by my ear.

we took a sharp turn and kept running. We were running in blind terror so we didn't notice that we had reached the gorge. My sister didn't stop in time she went tumbling down I had caught her hand but well the dream was the last part of that. I shuddered, rubbing my eyes I went to get dressed. I knew I wasn't falling asleep again.

After I was dressed I went over to the large window and sat by it looking out over the city below. After the war, my grandma had come to take me to live with her in London. I was seven at the time, now I'm nine my sister would have been eleven. I miss her a lot. I closed my mocha brown eyes only to see my sisters white and ashen body falling down, down, down into the crashing river below, her blond hair whipping against her face as the wind rushed past her and then it floated in the water only to sink, down, down, down.

I felt tears prick at the corner of my eyes it took all I had not to cry. I shuffled quietly downstairs and looked at the clock to see it was around 4:30am. I sighed in relief, grandma would be up at 6am sharp she was nice and cared for me but I barely knew her she wasn't family like Twila, mom, dad or even little Johnny.

This was, however, the eleventh time this month that I've woken up because of dreams. I wonder why. I mean the war had ended when I was eight and my family died over two years ago, yet it's right now that I feel the most pain and I still don't know why. Grandma says that because of the war, I was too scared and worried to really feel the pain but now that things have settled down it has come back. I don't know if she's right or not but I do know that I want the pain to stop.

It wasn't the pain you get from tripping and grazing your elbow or cutting yourself while cooking. That pain eventually went away and it was physical. This pain was always there it was like a heavy anchor on my chest trying to drag me down, down, down. It didn't help that people tried to make me feel like they understood but they couldn't possibly understand. It was like you were stuck under ice mouthing out words but the people above can't understand what you're saying, sometimes I wanted to let the water drag me down, down, down.

Time seemed to pass by quicker than I could have thought possible. Soon I heard grandma getting up and the sun had begun to rise. When grandma came down and saw me I noticed her face soften in pity. That's what I hated most, the look of pity people give me when they hear or know my story, I just want to be normal. But no I'm not normal, I'm the survivor of a terrible, terrible civil war.

My grandma's British voice brought me back to the present. (another reason why I didn't like grandma, too much, is because her accent reminded me of dad, he had the same British drawl) "was it the dreams again?" I nodded she sighed and hugged me, I hugged her back it felt good but when she let go the pain came back. "Well, I just want you to know if you ever need to talk about it Im here for you." I nodded she said this every time I had the dreams but it never helped.

"Now then I did have something for you somewhere here. Ah, I remember where it was. Wait here dear I'll be right back" again I just nodded and went to sit down at the table. When grandma came back she had a wrapped up package with her.

I was confused it wasn't my birthday, no that was four months ago. So what could be in this package and why? She handed it to me and said: "I know it's not your birthday but I-I thought this might help you with your nightmares." I took the gift and unwrapped the beautiful violate paper.

A part of me remembered a time when I would have torn through the wrapping. I couldn't do it now it reminded me too much of many birthdays and Christmases before the war. I looked at what was inside, it was a stack of pictures. I looked up at her clearly perplexed. She must have seen the confusion on my face because she took about 5 of the dozen pictures and showed them to me one by one.

The first one was my father, my mother, my sister Twila who looked about 7 and me, at least I think it was me. "This is when you were five." the next one I remembered there was a little date next to that one, it read 4/3/2007 I felt my mouth fall down as I realized when this was taken. It was a month before the start of the war. We all looked so happy smiling at the camera. There was Twila and dad, mom was holding Jonny (he was a toddler of 3 years old!) and I was standing in the middle of them all.
I looked over at grandma she looked at me hopefully. I should say something I thought "T-thank you" "of course dear now why don't you go brush your hair and teeth, we need to go soon."
I dropped the picture and ran. I could feel the tears coming and I didn't want grandma to worry. I don't know why but the picture just made me feel worse.

I took the stairs two at a time, flew into the bathroom and shut the door. I collapsed on the floor and let out a small sob as tears streamed down my cheeks. The picture just made me think how unfair it was. How the people in the picture didn't know that they would all die and leave their one daughter behind, alone and scared. That only made me cry harder, finally after what seemed like a lifetime but was really only five minutes I got up and went to the sink.

I looked at the mirror and saw two sunken eyes staring back. A look of shocked flashed them. I looked like a mess. My brown hair fell onto my face it was matted in some areas while in others it stuck out. ( It just added to the wild look.) My eyes had deep shadows under them and were both puffy and red.

I gulped, turned on the sink and washed my face thoroughly. Finally, when I decided I was presentable I went downstairs grabbed my bag and lunch then set out for school. I was currently in elementary school, grade four, I didn't have many friends because I was too busy trying to drown my pain in work.

I found that whenever I worked my pain would ebb away. As long as I occupied my mind with something else my pain would lessen until I had nothing else to think about. During recess, I went outside with the rest of the kids. I was about to go and read when I heard a loud cry. I turned around to see two grade ones fighting about something.

I walked over and inquired "what's going on?" the first one a raven haired kid with brown eyes said, "He called me a leaf" and pointed at the other kid.My eyes shifted to the kid he was pointing at, I gasped and backed away a bit, he looked so much like dad did when he was young. The kid that looked like dad looked at me with confusion and hurt.

The other raven haired one took this as his chance, grabbed a ball and ran. The kid didn't even notice, he was looking at me with sad eyes and said: "Im, sorry." I shook my head and asked "What for?" "for scaring you" I blinked at him and quickly reassured him, "Im, not scared of you, you just surprised me. You reminded me of someone that I- someone that I" I couldn't finish the sentence my throat closed up and a small tear escaped.

The young boy who couldn't be older than six reached out and wiped it away "Please don't cry" he requested, his wide eyes looked at me pleadingly. I couldn't help but smile "Okay I won't" then as an afterthought "You should probably get to your friends." "I don't have any friends" he mumbled looking away from me.

"Whys that?" I asked then mentally slapped myself, you don't ask people why they don't have friends. "They think I'm weird because I'm adopted" I looked at him surprised and questioned "oh do you know what happened to your parents?" again mentally slapped myself. He shrugged and as much as I hated myself for it I couldn't help but feel a small glimmer of hope.

"Well then, I'll be your friend!" I declared and I felt a small warmth spread through me as I saw his blue eyes widen and a smile break out across his face. "what's your name?" he inquired "my name's Luna Stone. What's yours?" "I'm Jonathan Marshall" he seemed to think for a second then asked, "can we play tag?"

I nodded and before I knew it he had lightly touched my hand and yelled, "you're it!" I stared in amazement at where he had touched me, a small warmth spread from my arm and throughout the rest of my body. Before the thought had finished itself I had already begun running after little Jonathan.

He was fast for a six-year-old and pretty soon the bell rang and we went inside. I went to the bathroom to quickly clean up. I looked at the mirror and was astounded to see that my face had broken out into the first true smile I had seen in a long, long time.

I liked it, but all too soon memories of the war and the losses came back and the smile faded. I sighed and finished washing up. The rest of the day crawled by at a snail's pace. The boy had to leave at lunch so, I had nothing to occupy my time.

It went on like that for a few days, we would play together. I would be his friend and he would ease my pain, but then reality set in and we would go our separate way. Until one day he asked me if I could meet his foster parents. I didn't know what to say so I told him I would ask my grandma and let him know.

He left me to ponder on whether I wanted to or not, also I questioned what six year old asks that question. The rest of the day all I could think about was the little boy and what it would be like to meet his family I was so distracted that I failed to realized that the pain wasn't there, and yet I wasn't working.

When I got home I told grandma what happened she seemed overjoyed something about finally getting over the war. I didn't have the heart to tell her I still felt the pain once I stopped thinking. Finally, tomorrow rolled by and it was the end of the school day. I walked with the boy to where his foster parents were waiting.

They appeared like nice enough people. His foster mother had flaming red hair tied in a ponytail and bright green eyes. The foster father had dark green eyes with raven black hair he smiled down at me and said "ah so this is Jonathan's friend! your all he's been talking about you know." Jonathan walked over to a beautiful golden retriever and threw a ball for it to retrieve.

The woman asked "What would your name be?" I cleared my throat and answered "Luna. Luna Stone." both of their eyebrows flew into their hairline and their smiles disappeared from their faces. The man stammered "your parents wouldn't happen to be Maria and Tom Stone would they?" I gaped at them how did they know? "Ye-yes they are" he looked at her and she looked at him then they both looked at me.

"We have some news for you. Jonathan there. He-he's your brother." at the word brother I couldn't hear anything anymore. Brother. but how I had seen the house burn down there was no way anyone could have gotten out. Yet, I looked at Jonathan he looked so much like dad did.

my head began to throb and before I knew it grandma had arrived and Jonathan was standing next to me as confused as I was. The next week could only have been like something out of a dream.

My grandma and Jonny's foster parents met up a lot. Jonny and I saw each other even more (much to our delight.) When I asked grandma what was happening all she said was you may have a brother again.

On Saturday grandma left for a bit. When she came home I asked her where she had gone. The only reply was a small voice I recognized saying "I'm living with you!! Now we can be friends all the time" I stared as Jonny walked in.

grandma explained how she had talked with his foster parents and they had just finished signing the paper. since she was his closest living relative Johnny would be living with them now. of course they were sad to see him go but happy that he had a real family. Now two days later Jonny lives with us. I spend every waking moment with him. He needs me, however, sometimes I get the feeling that I need him more.

One night I had woken up because of a nightmare, Jonny -who was sleeping in my room until we got him a proper bed- woke up too. He crawled over and sat beside me. "Its okay. It was only a dream" he would say and that's how the night went on, he sat there until I fell asleep then he would go to sleep himself. I don't have nightmares anymore, actually now that I think about it I don't feel the pain anymore.

The pain left me from the moment Jonny walked into my life, I was just so sure that my pain was the only connection I had to my dead parents and sister but now, looking at Jonny I know better.
I know i won't be dragged down, down, down.
I know I healed.
I know I can live.

THE END

song Number:19

the secret word is
potatoes, patootoos, patatoes, a starchy, tuberous crop, perennial nightshade Solanum tuberosum.

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0.o welp that's a little scary XD However i have another question. what if multiple music pieces inspired my sotry?

*paws at night* its time for us potatoes to band together! that said i want to join but whether or not i'll actually be able to write anything...is a different matter all together. but expect it to be on google docs - that's allowed, right?

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Done!

Well..good luck XD

Yes will do, glad to have you back

Yay Hund we got Soltra joining us

One song senpai XD