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Holy Dreams pt1
written by izzzy07:03 AM 11/24/04Asta sat bolt upright in her bed, and screamed with the full force of her scarred lungs. Retching another breath from the depths of her lungs she began coughing repetitively, gasping for the breath she so forcibly set free only seconds ago.
She heard the bangs of footsteps in the hall in search of her blood curdling scream. She fell back towards the bed, scratching and grabbing at her throat and banging at her chest to let the air into her lungs, her vision swayed as she glimpsed a figures stampeding through the door way. Asta closed her grey eyes as the eerie silence clambered into her ears and she drifted into the black unconsciousness that befell her for she knew that what woke her puts her back to sleep and the people that watch over her will let her live with their magic. |
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Stay tuned for part two. What are your views on this story so far?
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Trapezium (11-24-2004 - 10:20 AM)
| This is for poetry, not prose. I'll have to admit I like it, but this isn't really where it should go. I think you should have split it into just two parts, not four. Just my two cents |
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