Thursday, April 16, 2009

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Rating: 2.5

Descending down the stairwell, she pause at the foot of it and looked to her left. There was a passageway, the only one her topaz eyes could see.
She began to walk down the dark corridor and as she was walking, she looked at the ancient photos lined up on the walls. The frames were dusted with cobwebs. She shuddered and began to walk quicker. Her vague memory of spiders gave her shivers down her spine and she tried not to dwell upon them. Her pace went even faster and then she came to a sudden halt.
A luminescence was protruding from under an old, wooden door. She hesitates and then pushes the door open with force. The hinges creaked so loud that she winced. Her feet seemed thousands of pounds heavier than usual as she treaded across the floor. Entering the room completely, she let her eyes do the wandering and was instantly shocked at what she saw.
Nothing.
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Ashleigh Michaud
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Denim Kerr 07 May 2009

Wow! ! ! ! That was so deep and I really felt that in my heart if that makes any sense at all? Probably not but oh well.... Lol... I really like your writing techniques and this story was gripping

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Denim Kerr 07 May 2009

Wow! ! ! ! That was so deep and I really felt that in my heart if that makes any sense at all? Probably not but oh well.... Lol... I really like your writing techniques and this story was gripping

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Brennah Bailey 21 April 2009

I like this poem because it tells a story and you can see inside the room. I didn't expect the ending. You always you use the most beautiful language.

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