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Five Card Story: It's Called Hope
a Five Card Flickr story by J Mann created Sep 16 2013, 10:56:42 pm. Create a new one!
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The door was closing, and losing all sight of light was like choking on my own breath. I felt a tight grip on my shoulder, nails digging in to my bare shoulder, drawing blood. I turned around slowly, holding back the salty liquid that was about to spill down my cheeks, only to have a damp cloth firmly pressed to my mouth. I coughed and spluttered until the lights when out and I let go, to fall into the infinite darkness. I dreamed of my father, and the experience in 1925. I watched him fall, but it wasn't enough to scream his name. The rusty bars fell over top of him, trapping him, and burying him alive. His body was never found. A black figure limps out from behind me, and grabs my arms. He is drawing my memory out, slowly, until there is nothing left but emptiness and obedience. But there is the place this monster cannot reach, where i hold by deepest secrets, the sunny paradise that i hear of in stories, fairytales where i go beyond the rulers that have enslaved my village and I. Her excellence who keeps us all caught between her fingers, never daring to let us go. Those last memories will be caught inside me as my last visions of hope.
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