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Komorebi
Komorebi
Komorebi
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Komorebi

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A short story about an amnesiac girl and a sight-stolen boy.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherTom Fraust
Release dateMar 13, 2016
ISBN9781310535734
Komorebi
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Tom Fraust

Hi. I'm Tom Fraust, author of Chronicles of Time—a weird adventure-fantasy novel I wrote during my 8th grader syndrome—and Our Last Days—a more serious post-apocalyptic novel about super-human zombies. I love writing adventure and action novels. I had a bit of unprecedented experience on romance novels in the past and I'm presently leaning towards that genre to expand my repertoire. I'm the type of writer who loves to be unexpected and sneaky. I like getting off-road behind my reader's back and surprise them right before they notice that I'm missing. Plainly: misdirection.I like to play the piano and the guitar when I'm feeling musical (which is probably 1/2's of my free time). The other spare time I get, I watch or read various stories. When I feel adventurous, I drop by into the bookstore to sniff out some book I haven't heard of before and read it.All of my works (so far) are up on my Wattpad page and I'm currently writing the sequels for both said novels. To add, I'm crafting up my first full-length novel, Break The World, as well.Have a lovely day.

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    Komorebi - Tom Fraust

    KOMOREBI

    By Tom Fraust

    Copyright 2016 © Tom Fraust

    All Rights Reserved

    3rd Edition

    for Shiro

    Chapter 1

    She woke up in an ambulance with two masked people hovering around her. The strong smell of sterilizing alcohol and rubber hung in the air like a fog. The ambulance's repeating siren blared half muted, barely audible through the walls.

    Hand me a glove.

    Careful.

    Based on their voices, the girl easily figured that one was a man and the other a woman.

    They were busy adjusting knobs and tubes when she opened her eyes and they didn't notice her until a minute later. She's awake, the masked woman said to the man.

    She tried to move but she found her body strapped down. She felt that something was wrong, but she didn't think it was something physical. Her arms stung because of a few gashes and her head rang with a mysterious ache, but that was about it for anything painful she was able to diagnose.

    Noticing her attempt to move, the masked man gently pushed her down. You shouldn't try to move, he said before turning to the woman. We still don't know what the damage is. We're going to need to do a full scan on her to double check. Aside from that, a few cuts and bruises. Nothing major. A real miracle alright. Have you seen those kinds of accidents before? She should have multiple fractures, but so far I don't see anything wrong.

    The masked woman shook her head. I've never seen one before. This'll be the first time. She turned to the girl with a pen and notebook. Can you hear us?

    Yes, she softly said. Somehow, she found her voice foreign, like it was someone else's voice.

    I'll need your parent's phone number so we can call them, the woman said, pen on the ready.

    She shook her head. I don't know their phone number...

    Okay. What about your address?

    She thought for a moment, but still ended up shaking her head. I don't know, she answered.

    The woman frowned. How about your name?

    Fear came over the girl's body and a sickening sense of horror spread through her system like a slow fire. My name? What is my name?

    The woman repeated her question.

    Dread started consuming her mind as she asked herself over and over: My name! What is my name? Surely I must know my name! What is it?  Her eyes started watering and she began a low series of sobs. Panic slowly drowned her.

    Don't you know your name? the masked woman asked. The girl shook her head. E-mail? How about your age? Your birthday? She didn't bother to shake her head as she concentrated on calming herself, but tears just kept on coming. The woman let out a soft, Oh... She called the masked man and whispered something in his ear and the girl saw him look at her with pity.

    Head injury, he announced. Possibly...amnesia.

    Amnesia. The word floated in the girl's mind. The thought of it made her feel woozy and sick. Soon she felt herself losing consciousness once again. She tried to grab anything as she sunk into the deep abyss, but got none as she spiraled helplessly into the darkness of her own mind along with the fading sound of sirens.

    ___

    -Entry 013, October 30-

    Hey, it's me again.

    It's almost Halloween. The hospital had decorated the hallways with black and orange streamers and every kid in the floor got sweets in pumpkin-buckets. I heard the kids and nurses in the amputee rehabilitation center are going to make a haunted house

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