MrLemmon
01-07-2010, 02:07 PM
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unfinished is actually the title of the story.
this my first time doing this so be nice.
i dont have great punctuation or spelling so yer.
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The swap is filled with guilt of which i once felt. Now i will move on from this feeling and will enter as a new being. Which in many ways is scary but overall gives me a higher quality of life, I call it dreamworld. A rather obvious name for such a place but appropriate none the less. But really this is not a place as such, not somewere u can merely travel via car or other means of transport. Therefor i belive i have not reached this place because i think that you must not percive it as an object as i currently do, but as something else that i am unaware of.
As the mother of the child reads this she was unaware of what it meant. She stared into the white abyss of the A4 piece of paper simply titled "unfinished" as she attempted to understand her childs deep thoughts.she failed at this task. She did not understand what he meant by his actions the previous night or by his black text boldly printed on a white piece of paper.
She went about her daily chores and errands that day as she did any other day. But did not relise what she had unleashed. A beast. A monster. A child of which he thought no one loved him or cared about him. As the thin white lights broke through the blue wall shielding them from the publics view and the black cloth was drapped over the wall the mother begain to fell worried. she reached for her mobile telephone and dialed the childs number with half steady hands. He never answered the phone that night. She slept 7 hours of her usual 8 hours sleep that night.
She worried slightly throughout the day. she went about her usual chores and errands as if it were anyother day. The black cloth drapped over the wall like any other day, nothing was different from any previous day. She reached for her mobile telephone and dialed the childs number hardly able to hold the phone. he did not answer. She slept 5 hours of her usual 8 hours sleep that night.
She is woken up by a lound ring. She looks around. It is her mobile telephone, she rushes to retrive it. Its simply a text message. The message read
Do not return me to the swap, i belive it is in my past and i have stood and walked with my own two feet.
She was starlted not knowing what to do. she went about her usual chores and errands as if it were anyother day. The black cloth never seemed to drape over the wall. but eventually it did. It took longer then normal, or so it seemed. She slept 2 hours of her usual 8.
She awoke on a hot summers day, but no average day was this. There was a fine mist coming in through the half opened window with an odd golden light shinning in. She was very relived but it was unknown to her why. She reached for her mobile telephone and dialed the childs number and sent him a text message saying
where are you?
The child simply replied
Dreamworld.
She reacted in a strange way to this message.The child and the mother were never seen again.
unfinished is actually the title of the story.
this my first time doing this so be nice.
i dont have great punctuation or spelling so yer.
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The swap is filled with guilt of which i once felt. Now i will move on from this feeling and will enter as a new being. Which in many ways is scary but overall gives me a higher quality of life, I call it dreamworld. A rather obvious name for such a place but appropriate none the less. But really this is not a place as such, not somewere u can merely travel via car or other means of transport. Therefor i belive i have not reached this place because i think that you must not percive it as an object as i currently do, but as something else that i am unaware of.
As the mother of the child reads this she was unaware of what it meant. She stared into the white abyss of the A4 piece of paper simply titled "unfinished" as she attempted to understand her childs deep thoughts.she failed at this task. She did not understand what he meant by his actions the previous night or by his black text boldly printed on a white piece of paper.
She went about her daily chores and errands that day as she did any other day. But did not relise what she had unleashed. A beast. A monster. A child of which he thought no one loved him or cared about him. As the thin white lights broke through the blue wall shielding them from the publics view and the black cloth was drapped over the wall the mother begain to fell worried. she reached for her mobile telephone and dialed the childs number with half steady hands. He never answered the phone that night. She slept 7 hours of her usual 8 hours sleep that night.
She worried slightly throughout the day. she went about her usual chores and errands as if it were anyother day. The black cloth drapped over the wall like any other day, nothing was different from any previous day. She reached for her mobile telephone and dialed the childs number hardly able to hold the phone. he did not answer. She slept 5 hours of her usual 8 hours sleep that night.
She is woken up by a lound ring. She looks around. It is her mobile telephone, she rushes to retrive it. Its simply a text message. The message read
Do not return me to the swap, i belive it is in my past and i have stood and walked with my own two feet.
She was starlted not knowing what to do. she went about her usual chores and errands as if it were anyother day. The black cloth never seemed to drape over the wall. but eventually it did. It took longer then normal, or so it seemed. She slept 2 hours of her usual 8.
She awoke on a hot summers day, but no average day was this. There was a fine mist coming in through the half opened window with an odd golden light shinning in. She was very relived but it was unknown to her why. She reached for her mobile telephone and dialed the childs number and sent him a text message saying
where are you?
The child simply replied
Dreamworld.
She reacted in a strange way to this message.The child and the mother were never seen again.