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Creative Projects / Re: A writing and drawing request thread queued up
« on: July 08, 2010, 03:38:20 am »
I'm getting there.
Well, it may be a good time to post the second part of the story. Warning! Not proofread.
I woke up with a gnawing emptiness in my chest – Dave had died. In my dream. It took me some time to remember that the situation was as true in reality. In the palms of my hands was a cold, rigid object, and I was afraid to find out what it was, but couldn't let go of it. Finally, I remembered. Restraining sobs, I asked, “Why have you left me, Dave?” He did. But it was in the dream. How could he leave me? He couldn't. Not my Dave. I dropped the cold hand. “Who are you? What are you?” I asked the corpse. But it wouldn't answer, of course. I had to find out. I clenched my fear, and started digging the rest of the body out of the rubble...
Well, it may be a good time to post the second part of the story. Warning! Not proofread.
I woke up with a gnawing emptiness in my chest – Dave had died. In my dream. It took me some time to remember that the situation was as true in reality. In the palms of my hands was a cold, rigid object, and I was afraid to find out what it was, but couldn't let go of it. Finally, I remembered. Restraining sobs, I asked, “Why have you left me, Dave?” He did. But it was in the dream. How could he leave me? He couldn't. Not my Dave. I dropped the cold hand. “Who are you? What are you?” I asked the corpse. But it wouldn't answer, of course. I had to find out. I clenched my fear, and started digging the rest of the body out of the rubble...


Obviously, I haven't programmed much or deep.
, looking back at the original request /edit. Notice that the link goes to the Scribd document page, as I find reading stories in the forums format increasingly uncomfortable.