InAugustDust

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In August Dust: Prologue by InAugustDust, literature

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In August Dust: Prologue

As I sit and begin to write my story, I realize the importance of what I am doing. It's making me wary…literally, and unfortunately, I'm not sure I'm really ready to tell. I have to listen to myself. I have to remember, and try and convince you for your own good. I have to think about every word and the importance of what it means to me and every person in this world who is deceived by the fake perceptions of what is reality and what is a dream. Yes, it's that bad and may give you the same "nightmares" that I have so often. But you have to know, and if I wasn't used to the idea, the truth, and I hadn't had so much time to b

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May 23
Deviant for 11 years
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Hi! I'm August Dust..
how odd, i know

I'm 12 years old and I live with my older brother, October, and my two hummingbirds Mango and Peaches, in a little run-down village called Oak Shore. There aren't many people around, it's pretty much a ghost town..or a skeleton city. Whatever you'd like to call it. It's right on a big lake that always has a thick blanket of fog over it and there's many many trees outlining the main street. Most of the buildings are located there, on main street which runs along the rocky beach. And...well, really the whole town always has a mist filling the air.

I don't go to school, there isn't a school here for me to go to since I'm the only child this town has seen in years. October teaches me everything I need to know when he has time. I've never met my parents, they left when I was a newborn. I've heard they were an odd couple. Some people think I'm odd too, I have pointy elf ears and you could say I'm a bit eccentric.

I like to do magic tricks, I have a very odd deck of cards.

I have quite an imagination, a very odd one at that, so I'm going to tell you my story and what goes on in my mind.

I'm not crazy, just quite odd.