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Saturday, April 1, 2006


Hidden eyes,
flicking shadows.
You walk down
a rather creepy hall.

A shadow steps
out in front of you.
"Why are you here?"
it asks.
The voice is soft, wairy.

"I'm lost,"
you reply lamely.
"Then let me return you
to where you belong,"
it says, a hand reaching
out from the figure.

The hand isn't pale,
or corspelike,
but tanned,
and there is an
ugly scar
across the back.

It touches your forehead,
and mutters something.
Everything swirls around you,
and you pass out.

You wake up
sprawled on the doorstep
of your school.
With absoutely no idea
how you got there.

**********

Ah, that was a good one. I feel it in my bones. It has an odd, inexplicable story, my style, short lines, everything. Ahh, writing that felt good.

Bye. *vanished*


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