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Date Posted: 20:00:43 09/07/03 Sun
Author: Briallan
Subject: :: Down From Above ::

was it christmas or groundhog day that your friends turned to shadows? Time had passed slowly for the washed out creature lying helpless and connected to the machines and tubes that kept her in the land of the living or monitored her vital signs. Twice the dark haired marionette had eluded the Jackal Headed God and oblivion. The Ancient Egyptians believed that after one died, their soul either went on to an after-life, or the soul slipped into oblivion if the soul was deemed to be unworthy. Sunlight stealthily slipping past the curtains covering the window of the hospital room and casting its warm glow upon the pallid features of the crippled form, the slender digits of her right hand began to curl slowly into the bed sheet that covered her waning form. Or perhaps it was an optical illusion. No. Her hand was clenching the sheet and upon her faintly bruised features, tears glistened her cheeks. Briallan felt so tired. Too tired to open her eyes. Yet, all the same, the dark haired dame had been roused from her slumber. tell nobody that you�ve been here and don�t breathe a word that has been said How long had she been like this? Where was she? Her mind wandered, as she lay listlessly in that hospital room. Who was she? Did she have a family? She couldn�t recall anything. Nothing. It was as if her slate had been wiped clean. How did she get here? And why did she hurt as bad as she did?[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Replies: $Fallen Angels$ -- Alicia H., 01:22:14 09/08/03 Mon First Do No Harm -- Dr. Pota, 20:42:37 09/08/03 Mon *An Angel In Waiting* -- Angelina Uris, 20:50:26 09/08/03 Mon :: the quiet things that no one ever knows :: -- Briallan, 21:48:12 09/08/03 Mon $Let Me Bleed$ -- Alicia H., 18:46:13 09/09/03 Tue :: Let Me Fall :: -- Briallan, 17:59:05 09/11/03 Thu :: Let Me Fall :: -- Briallan, 18:38:44 09/11/03 Thu $Set Me Free$ -- Alicia H., 19:03:07 09/11/03 Thu [ Contact Forum Admin ] Forum timezone: GMT-8 VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB: Before posting please read our privacy policy. VoyForums^(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems. Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.