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Subject: Poollllll... Author: Tortalla [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:39:24 02/27/02 Wed The lights seem to go out as the world spins into darkness. The sudden dizziness causes you to fall to your knees. Another land forms around you. You get up and discover you’re in a kitchen. You see your mother at the stove. Relatives, close and distant, bustle around, jostling you. You’re smaller, and younger. You toddle over to your mother and tug her sleeve. “Mom!” “Not now, Pol,” she says distractedly, “I’m cooking.” You wait a bit and tap her. “Mom!” “I’m talking to Neese, Pol, can’t you see?” she cries. You wait a while and then say, “Mom?” “Polisada Auschwitz!” she shrieks, turning to face you, “would you just go away and let me continue my conversations?” Shaking with anger, you storm out of the kitchen and try to talk to your family, with success steadily growing worse as each yells at you. Everyone is talking to someone else. You sit down and begin to cry, but no one notices. Everything whirls into darkness, and there is no one around to comfort you. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: *shakes her head* Author: Pol [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 20:49:51 02/27/02 Wed That's not how it is! Wait...yes it is... *buries her head in her hands* No one cares about me...I'm lost in my own family...and Corey doesn't even love me... *she sobs blindly* [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Poollllll... Author: Tortalla [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 20:15:16 03/01/02 Fri The world spins back into focus...you see your entire family marching you out to the car and driving you somewhere. They push you out of the car in front of a building. It's an orphanage. A woman comes out with a clipboard. "Which one?" she asks lazily, popping her gum. "This one," says your mother, shoving you forward. "We don't need her anymore, she's always in the way. Take 'er." The family piles back into the car as the woman roughly drags you inside. "We get a lot of this," she comments idly. "People dumping off their crap here...you must be pure garbage. I can tell just by looking at you." She pushes you into a dirty, dark room, with no windows and shoves a bowl of dirty water and stale bread into your hands. "Here's supper." She walks away and closes the door, and what little light remains fades away... [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: *gasps in shock* Author: Pol [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:57:23 03/02/02 Sat That...that can't possibly...I'm not THAT lost in my family! They wouldn't ever...I mean...well.... *buries her head in her hands* [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Poollllll... Author: Tortalla [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 18:59:54 03/05/02 Tue Out of the darkness, a sliver of light appears and widens as the door is opened again. The woman comes in, now old and gray. You have become older, too. Years have passed. She points to you. "There. That's the one. Been in here three years, she has. Takes up all our food." You stare at the plate of moldy bread in dirty water next to you. A man comes in, his face covered. He hefts the thing he carries in his hand...a gun. A man with a harsh face comes up behind. "Not here," he growls. "Outside." He yanks you up and pulls you out the door, roughly shoving you ahead even as you cry out in pain at your first glimpse of sunlight in three years. You're forced to a tree or a pole of some sort, and your hands are tied to it. Tears stream down your face as you hear the cocking of a gun... [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: *Shrieks and tries in vain to get away.* Author: Polly the Parrot [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 19:41:52 03/05/02 Tue No I can't believe it, I don't believe it! My family doesn't hate me this much! *Sobs* They would never let this happen... [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Poollllll... Author: Tortalla [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 16:12:24 04/14/02 Sun The gun clatters to the ground as the man wielding it twitches. The woman spasms and slumps to the ground. You hear a gut-wrenching shatter and the entire world seems to break apart like glass, the pieces falling from reality and revealing behind the dark room. The pole disappears and you fall to your knees. The nightmare is over...you are free. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]