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Post by pattydear on Dec 7, 2012 2:43:56 GMT -5
Damian was traveling swiftly through the dark wooded area. His heart beat faster and faster as he felt himself being gained upon. His situation was frightening. Oh, how frightening it was! He felt the hands on his shoulders, as he was being grabbed. The hands grabbed his hair, and he felt the frightening tug. A few hairs were uprooted. His heart beat so swiftly and poundingly that he felt he might end up soon with a heart-attack. He knew what was coming next. This situation was so frightening! The only frightening thing about it, though, was that he had no idea as to what sort of person he would be afterwards. That’s all. Other than his sense of apprehension, he felt a sense of wonder. What a miracle! What beauty! What fun, in his own opinion. If only his time wasn’t to be ruined by what sort of person he might be afterwards, after he left the wooded area. There was a possibility he wouldn’t be the same healthy boy he once was, but instead a misshapenly gargoyle of a man. He felt the long-fingered hands with long, unclipped nails squeezed his shoulders so tightly that he winced with pain. That was when he knew the time had come. His body would no longer be quite what he’d always known it to be, for better or for worse. He was like a mutant, from his point of view. And, then, just like that, he left the dark wooded area. He left that loveless, wicked, dark wooded area. He only had fate left. Fate was left, and not the individual who was going towards him. Tut, tut, Damian.
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Dec 8, 2012 1:26:47 GMT -5
I like it... makes you think...
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