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This is a small piece of a novel I tried writing a couple years ago. Usually when I find things like this I laugh at how bad it is. This bit surprised me, I kind of like it. Its not perfect, but it works. 

Monny Kashe

“its alright,” Monny looked up at the boy with a guarded expression. “I know what its like to be alone.” She watched him as he squatted down beside her. He didnt sound like the others when they tried to trick her, tried to lure her into their traps. With that funny spark in her mind she couldn’t help but trust him. 

“My name is Leviticus,” he looked at her and smiled. A smile, and Monny Kashe found she had a friend. He took her hand and brought her to the yard. He was young, despite the shimmering marks crawling up his arms and neck, spinning delicately to his pale cheek. Men and boys, a few women, all practicing in the yard, stared as she and Leviticus came through the trap door, Leviticus fully covered in leather padding, carrying an armload of weapons. A space cleared around them, as he dropped his load and tossed a simple staff to Monny. All activity stopped. “Hit me” he said.

If you never expect anything, what you get will always be enough, and probably more.

I just want to be so much.

my thoughts precisely :)

If you don’t be yourself because you’re afraid people won’t like you, you’ll never meet someone who does, and you will never be yourself.

(Source: humanaccord)