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Jag tänkte börja med att säga att detta är en random bild.
MEEEEN, jag hittade en gammal novell som jag faktiskt
tycker att jag lyckats ganska bra med.
Den är 100% baserad på en dröm, och det var därför
jag var tvungen att skriva ner den, för den var så verklig.
Men den var jävligt otäck också. Här är början på
Chasing pirates - the dead tales of T. Hayes:
The stone walls came narrower as they pursued down the halls of the town prison. Cells were built on each side of the path, with nothing but thin bars set so widely apart that whole arms and legs could reach outside the damp chambers. As she walked with snooty steps in front of the prison guard, the captives groped for her as they roared for her attention. This wasn't the first time she'd been seen here. Some of them even knew her.
As soon as she was pushed in and locked up, she dropped the facade and sunk down on the cold pavement, head between legs, with a sod that put an end to the shouts echoing down the corridors. She wasn't in the mood, not in any mood really.
"So what are you in for this time?" a weezy voice exclaimed through a hole in the wall which split the two cells apart.
"Burglary" the answer had humor in its sound, "in my own house."
"Again." the male voice stated. The ex pirates shared a short laugh and then set their minds into deep seriousness. "It's soo late" he sighed, but the sadness of the wisper only gave the young woman hope...
MEEEEN, jag hittade en gammal novell som jag faktiskt
tycker att jag lyckats ganska bra med.
Den är 100% baserad på en dröm, och det var därför
jag var tvungen att skriva ner den, för den var så verklig.
Men den var jävligt otäck också. Här är början på
Chasing pirates - the dead tales of T. Hayes:
The stone walls came narrower as they pursued down the halls of the town prison. Cells were built on each side of the path, with nothing but thin bars set so widely apart that whole arms and legs could reach outside the damp chambers. As she walked with snooty steps in front of the prison guard, the captives groped for her as they roared for her attention. This wasn't the first time she'd been seen here. Some of them even knew her.
As soon as she was pushed in and locked up, she dropped the facade and sunk down on the cold pavement, head between legs, with a sod that put an end to the shouts echoing down the corridors. She wasn't in the mood, not in any mood really.
"So what are you in for this time?" a weezy voice exclaimed through a hole in the wall which split the two cells apart.
"Burglary" the answer had humor in its sound, "in my own house."
"Again." the male voice stated. The ex pirates shared a short laugh and then set their minds into deep seriousness. "It's soo late" he sighed, but the sadness of the wisper only gave the young woman hope...
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