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YesterdaysNews
January 4th, 2010, 10:24 PM
I felt the clammy, bony hands grasp my shoulders.
I felt his sickly sweet breath on the back of my neck.
I felt trapped.

I heard his shallow rhythm. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
I heard his joints creak and moan as he moved closer.
I heard him whisper my name. Over. And. Over.

I sensed his eyes, burning deep into my skull.
I sensed the chill of his presence, yet the heat of our surroundings.
I sensed the end was near.

“Are you afraid, child?” he asked.
“Afraid of death?” I replied,
“Never.”

Underground_Network
January 5th, 2010, 08:25 PM
Powerful.

You'll be a wonderful writer/photographer/dancer/singer/lover in the future fer sure. ;)

^_^ :P

:hug: