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mariez:
--- Quote from: ifyoucantfixit on November 14, 2008, 01:50:23 pm ---
He was always afraid of the sweet life with Jack. He always thought of the doom and gloom it seemed to present.
Jack always told him that '' he was afraid of his own shadow.'' He knew that to be somewhat true. But the way his
life had gone, it was like dragging around a ball and chain. He felt like a prisoner in his own body. In his own mind, and
in his own ideas.
Finally; after all this time, he knew that he would never see hide nor hair of Jack again. He had missed his chance.
It was too late now. That time is gone forever. In his minds eye, he could still see those big red letters. DECEASED!
118 wds;
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Janice, it's so exciting to see you drabbling! :) I especially like how you used "ball and chain" - so poignant. Great job. Thanks!
Marie
mariez:
Off the Beaten Path
He'd worn a path from the kitchen to the front door, imagining that every creak in the old house was the doorknob turning and that every rustle of the leaves against the roof was the rumbling truck.
As he stirred the elk stew and put the cold stone biscuits back in the oven to warm, he tried unsuccessfully to shake that old sense of gloom and doom that always hovered beneath the surface.
Unable to stay put, he once again walked down the long drive, eyes straining past the curve on Dead Horse Road.
Where the hell are you, Earl?
~~~~~~~
100 Words
ifyoucantfixit:
Thanks for the comment Marie;
That was truly a heart turner. Surprise at the end. owww
haunted_by_bbm:
--- Quote from: mariez on November 16, 2008, 09:41:13 pm ---Off the Beaten Path
He'd worn a path from the kitchen to the front door, imagining that every creak in the old house was the doorknob turning and that every rustle of the leaves against the roof was the rumbling truck.
As he stirred the elk stew and put the cold stone biscuits back in the oven to warm, he tried unsuccessfully to shake that old sense of gloom and doom that always hovered beneath the surface.
Unable to stay put, he once again walked down the long drive, eyes straining past the curve on Dead Horse Road.
Where the hell are you, Earl?
~~~~~~~
100 Words
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Wow...that hurt my heart. Powerful. Really well done, M. :)
C*
mariez:
Okay, let's see what these prompts can inspire :)
* red-hot
* lethargic
* wintry mix
Marie
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