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With the sweet singing of angels I fell in

  • With the sweet singing of angels I fell in to a deep slumber or so I believed until...
  • the screeching of tires snapped me back to life. I looked out my window to see a man clutching a woman and shaking her violently.
  • Looking closer, the girl from the window realized the woman was her sister. Frightened, she closed her eyes hoping it would all go away and wishing it was only a dream.
  • "No, no, please! Go away! Just go away! Please!" she sobbed as painful memories flooded back to her. "GO AWAY!"
  • I couldn't handle this. I can't seem to clear the cloudy thoughts in my head. The painful memories were too much to bare.
  • The only way to rid myself of these painful memories is to work. I got a job in a Welsh mining camp. Dirty, black faced, swinging a pick until the memories were gone. Until
  • I talked, thought & dreamt in Welsh alone. I was on my back one morning, chiseling out a narrow anthracite seam when the candle in my helmet flickered and went out. The props creak
  • -ed ominously & water dripped. I didn't like being alone in the dark miles underground, but I was weary of life. I sat in the lotus position & strove to become a breatharian.
  • Unfortunately for me, at that exact moment a swarm of water-able hornets came racing down to (what was once) my area of peace. I got stung to death.
Started
2014-04-14 12:07:08
Finished
2014-08-25 07:23:25

1 Comments

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    Sophia Aug 25 2014 @ 07:28

    Erm. I read "dripping" and thought the character was underwater. (Hence: water-able bees.)

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