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downward plight |
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Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
The airways of hell have been opened and i'm signing for my flight. On the dark and endless night,I take my seat beside a man who says he's just like me. He shows me his heart filled with scars and i siad i see. We started to ascend up into the red fire filled sky. Our last word were goodbye. As we reached the climax of our flight the door flung open, the engines staled and for help there was no one to call. men and women like dove for the parachutes I was like why? what for? So i sat in my seat and turned my headset loud. dreaming I was on a different cloud away from this night but, now there's no chance. And so begins my downward plight this might be hard to understand so if u have questions ask |
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Secret Whisper Member
since 2001-01-25
Posts 298Through the Looking Glass |
I don't think it is as hard to understand as you may think... or perhaps that is just me. I thought it was an interesting piece of prose. Wonderful use of a metaphor. I think you are an excellent writer. Quod me nutrit me destruit. |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
this was an awesome prose. The dove with parachute, paints a preety picture. Thank you for encourgaing me and replynig to my posts. Ronil (A mask for everyday. Imagine a life without them.) |
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