author - "Cassidy Shay"
This book will be a combination of my poems and short stories. It'll be all my memoirs. It'll be how I became who I am today. My construction. And you might have noticed how I put this under the "adventure" category. That's not because my life is super exciting. But it's because LIFE is an adventure. :)
I take a deep breath. “Mikey. I can hear you.” The six syllables come out slower than I wanted them to. My voice shakes with each sound. There’s a long pause. “Yeah.” He sounds confused, and I understand why. Of course I can hear him. He’s on the radio. “You don’t understand, though." Now it all comes out in a rush. "I’ve been deaf since I was six and I was in the car earlier and suddenly I could hear this radio station and Amazing Grace was playing but I couldn’t hear anything else
“Miss Miller, you were chosen for an experiment dealing with Azuli breeding." It took a second for things to get settled in my head. The word “breeding” kept bouncing around in my brain, and it was all I could think about after he was gone. Instantly, I thought of all the times in the Memories when human slaves had been bred. Then it fully sunk in, making me shiver. I was to be bred, like a horse or a cow. Like a slave.
When I was seven, something happened that changed my life. I don't think about it much, but when I do, I usually wish that I hadn't, because it's hard. I've never written about this particular part of my life before, but I hope you guys like it. Honorable Mention in the 2012 Young Writer of the Year contest
This book will be a combination of my poems and short stories. It'll be all my memoirs. It'll be how I became who I am today. My construction. And you might have noticed how I put this under the "adventure" category. That's not because my life is super exciting. But it's because LIFE is an adventure. :)
I take a deep breath. “Mikey. I can hear you.” The six syllables come out slower than I wanted them to. My voice shakes with each sound. There’s a long pause. “Yeah.” He sounds confused, and I understand why. Of course I can hear him. He’s on the radio. “You don’t understand, though." Now it all comes out in a rush. "I’ve been deaf since I was six and I was in the car earlier and suddenly I could hear this radio station and Amazing Grace was playing but I couldn’t hear anything else
“Miss Miller, you were chosen for an experiment dealing with Azuli breeding." It took a second for things to get settled in my head. The word “breeding” kept bouncing around in my brain, and it was all I could think about after he was gone. Instantly, I thought of all the times in the Memories when human slaves had been bred. Then it fully sunk in, making me shiver. I was to be bred, like a horse or a cow. Like a slave.
When I was seven, something happened that changed my life. I don't think about it much, but when I do, I usually wish that I hadn't, because it's hard. I've never written about this particular part of my life before, but I hope you guys like it. Honorable Mention in the 2012 Young Writer of the Year contest