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 Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 7:01 pm
Prt.5
I've been walking for three days straight now. I'm starting to get a strange rash on my legs, I hope it's from the constant moving and not because I'm in a hot spot.
I looked in my jacket yesterday and found out that the patch missing.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 10:52 am
Hey, I really like it! I just wish I could read more in the parts!
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 7:44 pm
♠ Ooh- I like the Lost-style suspense and how so little words can actually grip your heart and give you emotions.
You, sir, are quite talented (and certainly a man of very few words lol ). ♠
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 5:12 pm
Prt.6
I'm starting to think that maybe I'm getting a radiation burn, because when I went to wash myself in the creek I'm camping by I noticed the skin on my chest peeling off.
I'm hallucinating now, I mean, not right now, but it's become a common thing.
The water tastes like metal and blood.
Suprisingly I'm not in any pain; but I miss my family, and I do hurt a little emotionaly. Everytime I close my eyes I see my little sister dissapearing in a flash of light.
God left me a long time ago.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 7:57 pm
That last line, so out of place, yet perfectly incorporated.
It made this piece.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 4:55 pm
Prt. ?
What day is it?
What un-Godly year is it?
I can't breathe through the blood, and the writing in this journal, while being the only thing keeping me attached to my sanity, is becoming harder and harder with the melting burn spreading to my hands.
I thought the water tasted funny yesterday.
There was no water.
Water isn't red.
I need to go now.
Is it forever yet?
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 7:47 pm
How, indifferent this seemed.
The mood was.. just.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 7:39 pm
Prt.
I made it out alive, I'm healing.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 12:21 pm
You know how to capture the attention of others, Zahmen, and then make them feel what the characters are going through.
I really enjoy all of your writings. And I can't wait for more parts of this.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 6:24 pm
It's been a long time
I found another survivor, his name is Alfred, he's thirty-two.
I'd made my way through Chicago and met this man at a corner store.
He's a bit off, but he's always cheerful, always smiling.
I really think I might be making a friend.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 11:51 am
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 1:25 pm
We're past "parts"
Chicago is the Windy City, and every day around two-thirty a gale picks up the ash and sends it down Main. Every night around ten, another wind sends it back.
Alfred and I have gotten... Close.
We've decided to head towards Florida, cross the ocean and hopefully find refuge in Cuba.
The bombs fell in three major spots.
D.C.
Atlanta.
L.A.
Every night Al and I sift through old maps and try to find the most direct route while avoiding major cities.
I think he found it a week ago.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 5:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 2:10 pm
We weren't expecting the heat.
Al and I are sitting on a dingy drifting across the ninety miles of ocean to Cuba.
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 10:40 pm
Never thought I would hear about someone drifting towards Cuba.
I am glad you are continuing this.
I did miss it so.
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