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Monday, July 19, 2004

   Just a story blurb....
Sometimes when i got nothin to do I write little mini story parts (passages w/e you wanna call em)and then (only somtimes mind you) come up with a full story to complete the idea, or a poeme based on the mood/situation. Ive decided to start posting some of them and here is the first one (ive been asked to show my work by a fellow writter, and no need to worry next time there wont be such a long intro...)

As she lay on her bed in fear, with a steady flow of tears streaming down her face and hate growing in her heart, she clutched a musical teddy bear, as old as her, that had shared her hopes and dreams for the first 8 years of her life. Then afther 8 years of happiness with her beloved mother, comes a younger sister, and a
step-father, that was when she changed... the precious toy no longer heared happy moments, but beacame something to hug and catch her falling tears. Remembering her transformation, new tears swell up in her eyes and the hatred in her heart grows stronger, she realises that her fear and sadness has a center... Him. For years he has made her life hell, and she is determined to make it end so that the small child, asleep in the next room, never knows the pain. This girl is me... the one who cries herself to sleep, the one who has only one wish...to make it end. As I write this i hear their voices wafting throught the floor and the walls, and though I greive, I look forward to sharing this with you all.

I thought this one has story potential, well I guess it cant hurt to try. I would really like to know what you think. sry for any spellin mistakes.
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