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Subject: *gasps in shock* Author: Pol [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 14:57:23 03/02/02 Sat In reply to: Tortalla 's message, "Poollllll..." on 20:39:24 02/27/02 Wed 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* [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> 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 ]