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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 3:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 4:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:54 pm
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BARREN PINES SOLO
Vera sat bolt upright in bed, stomach growling as she pushed her hair out of her face. That had been an entirely disturbing dream, and one that had seemed shudderingly life like. Even stranger, to her mind, was the fact that she had dreamt at all. Normally she did not, except for those idle daydreams one typically has when falling asleep, but those were pleasant (and easily rethought to maintain pleasantness). But this...she had been rather soundly asleep when the dream had started. She'd been in the library, studying with someone whose face she had never been able to make out, when the hunger had struck.
She'd tried gnawing on her pencil, just to keep from thinking about. In the dream of course; Vera would have to be that hungry to even contemplate doing something like that, no matter what. But that hadn't helped. She'd stood, perhaps to go to the kitchen, and suddenly she was in the hallway, her study-friend in front of her (how had she known it was the same person?), and they smelled delicious. Better than apples, better than anything Vera had ever smelt in her entire life.
It was only after taking her first (oh so delicious) bite out of her fellow student that Vera had woken up, still starving, but with an odd cottony feel in her mouth. After trying to get her long hair out of her mouth, she pulled a bit of cotton fluff out as well. Where the hell had that come from? Attempting to spit whatever it was out resulted in a mess, so Vera finally got out of bed and staggered over to the small mirror she kept in her room. There was fabric in her mouth, and she pulled it all out, making a disgusted face. There was only once place that could have come from, and the girl turned around to look at her bed, half afraid of what she would find.
If pillows could stare accusingly, Vera's would be doing so. Assuming the missing chunk of it wasn't where the eyes would go. She fled her room, not even having bothered to change out of her red plaid pajamas.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 11:33 am
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