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 Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 9:28 pm
//a ballerina and the grim fate
Erika was a young girl with a large future. She was in love with her dancing, and made her performances appear to be works of magic. But it ended tragically when her foot slipped from the stage during her last performance before she would have retired from dancing. It was a beautiful ballet, covering all inches of the stage in her feet. Leaping, piroetting, and looking like a floating butterfly, she danced.
But it was not to last.
In the middle of her last few steps of the performance, a misplaced ribbon which was a part of the decorations, entangled her feet and sent her sprawling from the stage. Her head slammed hard onto the concrete floor from the 10 foot height and left her senseless.
In an attempt to get out of the way, a startled celloist's instrument whipped around, and hit her in the face, smashing both her nose, and breaking her jaw.
When the ambulance arrived, there was little for them to do. Her face was a mess, and her hit to the head had made her brain hemorrhage. It was too late.
She was remembered as a master of dancing, but she had no family in which to carry her on, for they had died two years prior in a car accident.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 3:42 pm
//Remade... Remembered?
I'm alone, I get it...
I don't need to be reminded.
When I woke from tha t dream (or had it been myself?), I felt only dread.
What can come from something like me?
A freak!
That's what I am.
I should not be alive...
Inside I felt cold and angry.
That person, who had looked down at me, and said it'd be alright.
I hate that person...
How dare they.
How was it their right to bring back the rightfully dead.
The lady, or perhaps it had been a man, I know not... had shown me photographs of a beautiful girl dancing in ballet shoes on a stage in the spotlight.
She had said it had been me.
Hah!
What a laugh.
But it felt real enough.
When I saw those pictures, I felt like screaming, and tearing something apart.
I was no dancer!
I was not even human!
I am a monster...
Not fit for living.
But live I will.
And pay that woman back for taking me from death.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 3:43 pm
//Living Again
I took off from the place I was born, and the kind face of the elderly lady.
It was too much for me to bear any longer.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 3:45 pm
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