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.

This scrapbook was found in a 'visitor centre'. It as it was for Bakewell was presented in a different layout and worse in English.


The first page was a story of the area. A myth from her time as 'once a human child'. A man that stole from the rich and gave to the poor. It was quiet a drama.


The next page was a general information about the area, 'Sherwood Forest is a royal forest in Nottinghamshire, England, famous because of its historic association with the legend of Robin Hood. The area has been wooded since the end of the Last Glacial Period.'  Going by use of the terms like 'Glacial period' and 'royal' - she seems stuck in her past.


We call this place the forest of eyes. The very birds and trees are mutants that became a community here. All of them speak great of the creature who walks on four but stands on two.


Her book indicates more medical information then past books. There is real drive at pleasing the forest of eyes. That they accepted to shelter her. Not judge her for her monster shape. No intention of returning back here unless she was forced to. So they made her uncomfortable, not the other way around. She didn't even hide the book, the last page blank then written in like normal. But this book has a torn page, so she took the page of herb notes with her. Afraid of it upsetting the local plant talkers.


Forest of eyes - 'Sherwood Forest'