damn these stories

This is a small collection of stories. I like to write in hand, guess I'm just more old school, so this is what I've come up with.

* I apologize for the spelling and grammar, English is my second language (not that I'm very good at grammar in any language at all, hah)


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They all thought baby Alexina would be the hit of the town. But baby Alexina were even smaller than they imagined. They all thought she would blow them away or sweep them off their feet, but little did they know, that when baby Alexina took her first breath, she brought along something beside the rain, much to anyone's surprise. But there, in the midst of a storm, were a girl, shielding her head with one arm, dragging a suitcase behind her with the other. People thought her to be a miracle. Not just for being out in the storm and surviving, but because she were the first person to visit their town in six years. And not only did people know she were there, she were the one who blew them away with her arrival and then swept them off their feet when she first started talking.

She sounded like she had lived this remarkable life, done so many things, been so many places and seen so many faces, because that were the things she talked about. But at the same time she never talked about her past. She told stories, much to everyone's enjoyment, and whether they were true or not, it didn't matter. She just had that power tell and that gift to make up stories. But nobody knew who she really was or if she had actually seen the foundation of any of her own stories? But she had charm, and she cast it over the whole town, gathered at the City Hall, like baby Alexina cast her winds and bad weather like a fog over them. So the girl stayed. For now.

But then came the point where she stopped talking. Late into the night, people scattered around on sleeping mats, somebody talking, somebody sleeping, she stopped talking. She had told her last story, a story about a young girl travelling around the world with a broken heart, a forgotten past, and a negative view on the future. When walking along the road, loving how much time she had to herself, no longer noticing the pain in her feet, she saw a newspaper on the ground and heard about the storm. She picked up her pace and there she was. And that was all she ever told them about herself. She borrowed a mat, fell asleep, two days later baby Alexina were done crying and she left.

And they never saw her again.

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