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I'm glad I got to too
I nearly didnt get it finished, I got done with the editing tonight.
I nearly didnt get it finished, I got done with the editing tonight.
09-May-2010 04:58:35 - Last edited on 09-May-2010 04:58:54 by Esperanza
Rofl yepperz!
I was not sure I would be able to work on it tomorrow. We are taking my Mom out for a Mothers Day dinner. Chinese food 4tw!
Everything seemed to land on this weekend lol. Between work, Mothers day and Dad's birthday its been a hell of a week at sea captain!
EDIT: Well, I'm off to bed. Its an hour drive to breakfast/lunch and they are making me get up early *grump*, lol.
Ttyl Logan! And again, gratz on the turnout for the contest
I was not sure I would be able to work on it tomorrow. We are taking my Mom out for a Mothers Day dinner. Chinese food 4tw!
Everything seemed to land on this weekend lol. Between work, Mothers day and Dad's birthday its been a hell of a week at sea captain!
EDIT: Well, I'm off to bed. Its an hour drive to breakfast/lunch and they are making me get up early *grump*, lol.
Ttyl Logan! And again, gratz on the turnout for the contest
09-May-2010 05:42:33 - Last edited on 09-May-2010 05:48:50 by Esperanza
Here's a short story I came up with last night when my power went out. I wrote it in about a half hour on battery power
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The Hospital Room:
There was no way out. I felt trapped. Scared.
I turn, reluctant to face my adversary.
He is cloaked in white, and keeps his face hidden from me. Despite my readiness to accept defeat and turn towards him, he refuses to face me. And I see now that he is more frightened of me than I was of him.
I am no longer scared of him. Now I pity him. He will not show me his face, yet I face him.
He tells me to lie down, to relax, and that it will all be over soon. Indeed, it will be.
He withdraws a shiny, metal device from a drawer, and presses it to my chest. Instantly, the coldness of the metal shocks me. I jump in surprise, and he laughs. A great, booming laughter that reverberates around the clean, white room.
He fixes me with a stare. His cold, blue eyes seem to pierce right through me. I swallow nervously, and shift uncomfortably. He tells me to just relax again. That’s impossible. Relaxed is sitting in a nice, soft chair by a warm fireplace at night, not having cold pieces of metal shoved into your chest.
I glance towards the wall opposite the door, and look out the window there. I’m glad for the window, it makes things easier. There isn’t much to see from here but buildings, but it still makes the days go by faster, just having somewhere to look out at the world passing me by. It’s the only confirmation that the day is actually going by, sometimes.
He removes the metal from my chest, which is a shame, as it had just gotten to warm up. Then, he picks up the clipboard at the bottom of the bed and scribbles on it. He seems to take an unnecessarily long time.
Once he is satisfied with his scribbles, he places the clipboard back where he found it, and returns the metal device. He says good-bye and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. It closes with a click, and then the room is silent once more.
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The Hospital Room:
There was no way out. I felt trapped. Scared.
I turn, reluctant to face my adversary.
He is cloaked in white, and keeps his face hidden from me. Despite my readiness to accept defeat and turn towards him, he refuses to face me. And I see now that he is more frightened of me than I was of him.
I am no longer scared of him. Now I pity him. He will not show me his face, yet I face him.
He tells me to lie down, to relax, and that it will all be over soon. Indeed, it will be.
He withdraws a shiny, metal device from a drawer, and presses it to my chest. Instantly, the coldness of the metal shocks me. I jump in surprise, and he laughs. A great, booming laughter that reverberates around the clean, white room.
He fixes me with a stare. His cold, blue eyes seem to pierce right through me. I swallow nervously, and shift uncomfortably. He tells me to just relax again. That’s impossible. Relaxed is sitting in a nice, soft chair by a warm fireplace at night, not having cold pieces of metal shoved into your chest.
I glance towards the wall opposite the door, and look out the window there. I’m glad for the window, it makes things easier. There isn’t much to see from here but buildings, but it still makes the days go by faster, just having somewhere to look out at the world passing me by. It’s the only confirmation that the day is actually going by, sometimes.
He removes the metal from my chest, which is a shame, as it had just gotten to warm up. Then, he picks up the clipboard at the bottom of the bed and scribbles on it. He seems to take an unnecessarily long time.
Once he is satisfied with his scribbles, he places the clipboard back where he found it, and returns the metal device. He says good-bye and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. It closes with a click, and then the room is silent once more.
09-May-2010 15:51:47 - Last edited on 09-May-2010 16:23:36 by Aidyn Levet
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