Last month’s poll had limited responses to it and was a dead split as to whether health care would pass or not. That still remains in question but one can be hopeful that it will try to find a nice middle ground somewhere to meet the needs or most of the needs of everyone in the US.
This month’s poll is a little more self-centered. As I start writing my “novel” for the NaNoWriNo challenge, I wonder how many would read it. See the Except below and then vote in the poll:
“Let me go!”
“Hey! Can you not hear me — I said, LET. ME. GO!”, I yelled at the top of my lungs.
He didn’t listen to me. He held me in his big, strong arms and cooed gently in my ear. I struggled to get out but it made no matter. I eyed him. You know, I thought to myself, after 17 years you’d think he’d get a clue that I didn’t like this but noooooo…
I sighed and tried not to struggle any further as he caressed by neck, ears and face. I knew it was love that caused him to do this. I mean, seriously. Who could resist my curvaceous form with my deep orange hair and long nails? I’ll admit it. I looked good. I tucked my head under his beard and snuggled closer to him. I really did hate it when he left. It was weird. After all these years together and his occasional jaunts out into the world beyond the big door, I still worried whether he’d come back or not. He always did.
It’s hard to believe we’ve been together so long. Heck, I remember when we first met so many years ago. I was very young, an innocent thing trying to explore the world. I knew only a few words and my mom had kept a close eye on us all. There were seven of us in all, with me being the youngest but only by a few minutes. My siblings all liked to tease me because I was different. I had different hair, my body was different than everyone else and I walked kind of funny.
Like others, we were at the mercy of the Anzos that controlled this vast land. They had taken over all of it with their technology, their odd speech and most important of all, their odd smell. We had learned to adapt but the kinds and queens we once were was no more.
I remember my brother Mazin once saying, “They totally do not respect us! They treat us like slaves, begging for food when we should be treated like the royalty we are!”
I had eyed him when he had said this in front of the noisy Anzo market. I could smell all the wonderful food and other fascinating aromas that came out of there. While I never quite understood all the vast different foods and other goods that were there, I could imagine what they were like. Surely the Anzos had more than enough that they could share with us, the Devinanpu. I mean this was our home, the Buana and they were guests, really. How the mighty Akachi allowed these “things” to be here was beyond me.
Now, be honest.. (and this is first draft, first attempt with no edits, alterations or corrections).