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 Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 10:52 pm
 So Els just thought it might be interesting to have a thread to post snippets and flashes of various Dreamers' pasts... Just to see where they're coming from without any formal stuffs...
So yeah.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 10:55 pm
Elsendor  He shivered under the shelter of a bus stop, watching the rain and the cars go rushing by, all a blur through the tears that stung his dark blue eyes. He counted the coins in his hand – one dollar, seventy-nine cents. Just over half. It was already night, and his father would beat him for being late, for failing again to bring home at least three dollars.
The skinny thirteen-year-old looked up at the dark sky where a single star shone through the black city smog. He saw the glint of shiny coins in his hand, and the lucky find of a twenty dollar bill on the street. It was enough to gain his father’s approval, for a while… Yet the cold glitter of money held no light for him.
He saw the bar of sunlight reflected in a shop window – he had money to spare. When he found the most beautiful scarf for 19.99 – still leaving three dollars and one cent for his father’s demands. A perfect gift for the girl he loved… The disappointment when he remembered the tax, and the decision to buy the scarf anyways. He would not meet his father’s demands tonight…The fluorescent signs of stores held no light for him.
He saw the glimmer of joy in her eyes when he’d wrapped that blue cashmere scarf around her shoulders that evening, when she’d thrown her arms around him and told him she loved him like life itself. When they’d held each other close, laughed and cried for happiness. That shine in her eyes was all the light in his darkness.
Head down, he walked the last blocks to the apartment room called his home, yet his heart held no fear of the shadows. All he saw was her eyes…He opened the door, something heavy crashed into his head and he knew no more, drifted to a place where not even she could bring him back…
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 10:30 am
Sven coughed as he shovel dug into the cold hard earth. A blonde Nazi with shining blue eyes of pure evil walked by. Another cough racked his body and the Nazi stepped up to him. "DIG YOU LITTLE RODENT!" Sven felt the lash being dragged across his already scarred back and bit back a retort that he once would have said without even thinking. Sven slammed the metal shovel into the ground and upturned more soil. He had to do this for his brother. His brother had to survive. Emile was the only one left in his family.
Tears streamed down Sven's face as he kept digging. He looked next to him and saw a man, maybe in his late forties, his body thin and emaciated. It wasn't fair that the Germans did this to them.
When the hole, the large grave, was dug completely the Nazi's had them line up in a line facing them. Sven knew what was coming, though he didn't shiver in fright or cold anymore. He heard the shots ring out, felt the warm bullet enter his shoulder as he fell backwards into the pit he had just help to dig. Sven closed his eyes.
The Nazi's poured gasoline over the bodies, Sven smelled the acid tang and the cold, slimy liquid on his body. He opened his eyes again and saw flaming branches and twigs fall upon his body. He felt the burning of his skin, smelled it, tasted it... until he fell asleep, never to wake again.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 7:47 am
"My angels..." The girl whispered, laying in the hospital bed with her collection of feathers. They're never coming to get me. she thought, completely distraught. She began to cry. She was 16, but she was so sick...
Her angels were supposed to come, and end her pain, end her suffering in this body that barely worked. She grabbed the bottle, and put a few of the pills in her hand. Then a few more.
If the angels won't come... I'll call.
She wasn't crazy, not like they said, she was just sick and hurt and it just hurt so bad.
She put a pill in her mouth. It tasted bittersweet. She swallowed it, and put in another, and another. Soon the bad taste started to fade away, and her mind began to swim.
One more. Eight more. Twenty-six more. Thirty... one... Was it enough? she thought vaguely as she heard the nurses scream at her overdose. She slipped into darkness, smiling.
It was over.
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