Thursday, November 10, 2005

Special Camp Comments

Rating: 3.5

There he sat, alone in the tiny,
mouldy, grey-green stone walled cell,
the horrific screams echoed in the corridor outside.
He got up off his makeshift bed – a wooden bench,
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Steve Armstrong
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Vanessa Brown 28 November 2005

oh how sad! ! its brought a tear to my eye! ! wht a powerful journey you took me on: (wel dun!

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Carolyn (Cy) Vuletic 21 November 2005

This is a very heavy piece, you describe it as if you were there, I think thats really hectic. Very fast paced, I enjoyed it.

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***** ********* 10 November 2005

Prose! Very descriptive and brutal but still prose. Just a thought Tai

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