Squeaky_Kittah

This was originally a delicious box of old scrap personal diaries that follow a stranger. Although as the further into the books I became, I had the urge in seeking the rest of it. 

Given this was a time of machines. I had my luck in finding the right souls. A sort of system has scanned, registered and submitted all data into some hidden storage database. 

Apparently 'any alterations were consult with administrator. All data from corresponding subjects was included among the scanned records, sometimes blended into the narrative. Makes for easier storage and reading flow.' I wasn't the only one who fell into the reading then. 

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Real Author (Kittah): 

This story is not a typical female lead novel, not a lot of romance but coping in a post apocalypse. Which I don't get why female lead novels have to have a element of romance. It starts out as a diary should but further on, things change. The world around was the one we know of now but this story is later set in the unknown future. At times it can feel like I am trying to write a horror novel, but that's not what it is. This really is just a bumpy journey of a female character. 

I must rewrite my disclaimer which is the author note of chapter one. This seems like it relevant to today with the global pandemic. However the inspiration is my personal experience during the swine flu outbreak in the UK around 2012 or 2013. The majority of this story is prewritten but I have been changing it since putting it online. 

And, yes story does spill over into the author notes. You will understand in the later chapters. It's a writer's choose.

May the odds be in your favor.

Dairies of a lost soul; Beyond Boundaries.

The voices everywhere are distraction. 


There is this constant humming that makes my skin crawl. 


I scratched and torn skin deep layers. 


Keep it all clean... like they tell me. 


Red stuff... it flows nice and pattern. 


Hunger in eating loose hung fleshy bits.


I will wake tomorrow to check my books and whispering plant friends. 


Those people are scared of me... those in my dreams. I can not hear them. They are crying. I love them, I know that at least. 


Please don't cry. I make it up to you. Please. 


I will protect the next living thing I met... would you smile again. 


I will be awaken again. I will protect life. 


You will smile for me. yes... I will never change who I am. 


Recovery A5