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It was during my time in the grasslands of

  • It was during my time in the grasslands of Africa when I contracted the virus. The native people told me it was deadly but I was convinced that I would recover.
  • and that I did. But the red welt on my cheek put a fear into the natives. "The mark of the beast",they stammered before fleeing. It was no superstition. I was a carrier of the viru
  • s. The thought of being thus marked brought the fear of God upon my shoulders. What could I do to show them I was still there for them? My heart swelled in my chest when I saw
  • them walking away. Our friendship had meant the world to me. I slunk down in my chair. How could something like this have happened? I was so careful. I looked to the sky and asked
  • What am going to do?
  • Well, I am just going to have to finish what I started!
  • But, I do not feel like doing this any more....I think I am going to grab some lunch first! I ran over to
  • the door. I briskly ran to the car. It seemed as if the car was so far away. The only thing that I could think about was how good some LaBerry would be. By the time I got to my car
  • i could not find my keys! I was searching my purse and then all of a sudden everything in my purse fell onto the ground. I beant down trying to gather my things and then i tripped.
  • The mescaline had finally kicked in. I wasn't looking for my keys. I was typing on my keyboard, tripping on the fantastic stories that my strange friends folded on my monitor.
Started
2012-02-04 20:42:57
Finished
2012-02-09 18:46:11

1 Comments

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    SlimWhitman Feb 10 2012 @ 06:06

    The Fun's in the details guys! More details would help liven up the story: personal names, place names specific objects and actions.

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