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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 11:50 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 12:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 2:20 pm
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Week 11: 077 A Panic Attack
My eyes open and the vivid colors of where I had been disappear. I can feel and hear my heart beating faster than my thoughts as I stare at the chandelier on the ceiling and the shadows caused by light from the cracked bathroom door form brambles on the white paint.
A stray hair blows across my neck and the shadows are reaching and stealing the air from my, wrapping around my neck, closing off my throat. The darkened trees outside morph into monsters, the branches outside scraping against the brick and glass as they try to get in. The blankets wrap around my limbs, restraining me, constraining me.
My thoughts race and I only know that I have to get away, that I must run, that I must find safety. I am exposed, far too exposed on my bed. I feel the tears fall from my eyes as I thrash and kick the blankets away and pull the collar away from my neck.
In the midst of all the movement I make it to the side of the mattress and fall to the floor. I am wedged between the wooden frame and the wall, the mess of blankets follow. I am hidden, I am safe.
Eventually my heart beat begins to slows down and my breathing comes back under my control, the tingling and numbness in my limbs and face remains as does the fear. I lean against the wall and wait for it to pass.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 10:52 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 10:44 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 9:51 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 12:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 11:31 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 11:32 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 10:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 10:31 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 6:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 8:59 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 11:57 am
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Week 13: 088 Drama Queens February 16, 2013
Thath blocked the blade of his opponent and went in for a strike as he heard what would amount to the cause of all the trouble in his life, the sound of a bucket hitting the ground and a woman shrieking as she was drenched in dirty water.
He lowered his sword as did his opponent as the verbal lashing of a city mage cut through the wind and the heat of a still summer and he joined his class in their excuse to skip practice. He reached the scene to find a red robed mage yelling at a white haired student, one who he would have guessed was old enough to know better than to run into a mage, and a mage who knew better than to yell at a student over the accident.
A quick glance at the face of the white haired student though stopped him from acting, her face was set in an expression of shocked disbelief. "How dare you speak to me like that, I am not a child to be chided. You ran into me." The student said as she picked up the bucket and shoved it into the arms of the mage who had been reduced to stunned silence, "You can clean your own robe." The white haired student then turned on her heel and strutted away.
"Who was that?" Thath asked as the crowd parted to let the student leave and the mage threw the bucked to the ground with orders for someone to clean up the mess.
"That would be Theline De'Lethe highly high strung, slightly slighted, and much to the terror of everyone a drama queen in every sense of the word." One of the students said with a round of agreements from the others who could hear. Had Thath been smart he would have listened to the advice of his teammates, and had he been lucky he would have followed it, but as fate had it neither happened.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 1:24 pm
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