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The Basement
Contributed by
dirk-velvet
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Thursday, 13th August 2009 @ 07:53:49 AM in AEST
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I waited alone ... in the dark.
... In my mask even darker.
I waited next to the furnace
and cases of empty bottles.
Waiting ... ... ...
Descending the stairs my younger brother.
... In the dark even younger.
Ingenuous in fear. ... ... To place more bottles.
I sprang from my lair ... To scare !
He screamed and cried.
I removed my mask. ... ... laughing !
And showed him ... It was only me.
... ... ... He kept on crying.
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Re: The Basement
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by Gravehorn on
Thursday, 13th August 2009 @ 10:53:36 AM AEST
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You sir enjoy your ellipses.
"Descending the stairs my younger brother.
...In the dark even younger."
That was an interesting and very true image of how the dark wipes clean the fine detail and leaves a younger or more base specimen. |
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Re: The Basement
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by RyhmeNotReason on
Thursday, 13th August 2009 @ 11:57:47 PM AEST
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| haha.. thats hilarious. That last line is priceless ..... he kept on crying. Haha, thanks for the great write. |
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