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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2012 13:27:41 GMT -5
“No”, I said as I sat contemplating that word from Arlo and pondering my very own Group W bench. “And you?” to my newfound mate of sorts.
“Occupying the wrong place, I guess” said she.
This was one strange situation, made only stranger with …
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Post by ssmynkint on Jan 29, 2012 13:39:07 GMT -5
...the changing gender of pronouns and cellmates. But still, there was a familiarity about it. Was it the dream from which I had awakened? Or, from which dream had I awakened? Or had I?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2012 18:40:54 GMT -5
I shook my head, trying to clear the confusion of being in a jail, or at least what I thought was a jail. But no, that couldn’t be it. I never heard of a jail with men and women in the same cell, so I asked the others what sort of place this was. The brunette started to say something but was interrupted by the short, bald guy who growled at her to shut up. He didn’t seem like much of a threat to me, but the girl instantly stopped talking. The bald guy had some sort of control over her that I didn’t know about. Two of the other people in this small room stood up and walked over to and behind the brunette in what I took to be an effort to stymie any further conversation by her. What was she about to say, and why didn’t these others want her talking? It stayed very quiet for a few moments until the bald guy stood up, took a step toward me, stuck his finger in my face and said, “…
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Post by creekcat62 on Jan 30, 2012 2:04:20 GMT -5
"Your goose is cooked, and it was delicious." The brunette then screamed....
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Post by LimitedRecourse on Jan 30, 2012 16:52:52 GMT -5
...as the pitter patter of small feet could be heard coming from the hallway. Someone yelled "Huury! Barricade the door! Those damned children are heading this way!" As I attempted to stand up not so much to assist, but to verify this was no dream, I fell down to the floor. Lying on my back, I could hear the sound of the children's bare feet slapping on the tile floor, growing closer and closer as the room spun and I sunk into unconsciousness. The last sound I remember hearing was.....
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Post by ssmynkint on Jan 30, 2012 19:29:17 GMT -5
... the whistling. No. It was like a flute, a piper a.............
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Post by Warkitty on Jan 31, 2012 8:38:04 GMT -5
I found I couldn't concentrate anymore. I felt no matter what happened next wouldn't matter as I'd wake up and find myself in some new nightmare as had been happening so often up to now.
I sat back and waited. The others ran around blockading or hiding or doing what people do when scared, but me... I just waited.
Then I thought "I need to end this madness" and went to the door. It opened (hadn't it been locked? More proof of my madness) and I stepped out to the shouts of warning from the others before one of them slammed the door shut. I heard them pulling beds up to block that door. Then I walked calmly down the hall to find, and face, the music.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2012 8:40:31 GMT -5
figment of my imagination. But it wasn’t my imagination to look down and see something hanging from my shirt, shredded in the melee I hardly remembered. It was an annoying little thread. I hate those things, but I had no scissors to cut it off, so I just yanked on it, and sure enough, I came to the end of this thread.
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Post by creekcat62 on Jan 31, 2012 12:05:07 GMT -5
Well played, Yoda.
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Post by staffsgtsbunny on Jan 31, 2012 12:54:11 GMT -5
Well damn.
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