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Saturday, July 8, 2006
Subject poem written by Brigitta
*Subject poem written by
Brigitta*
DO NOT FORWARD! DO NOT FORWARD! NEVER FORWARD!
*cause you get those weird pointy things like this > And things like
the following may happen*
"AHHHHHH It's gonna get me! RUN!" -runs into wall- -BONK-
Which may not be to ones satisfaction! Being nocked out is not fun! And we
note that we are not responsible for any injuries, or deaths! So if there is
an angry mob outside...I suggest you RUN!
Enjoy and Have a great day!
A BOOK OF VOICES By: One who calls herself Brigitta, yet has many names.
CHAPTER ONE
There are many accounts of people hearing voices. But this one is unique!* For as you hear many times in the books you read and movies you watch, this story begins with ... Once Upon A Time.
"Milika, hurry up!" calls Brushel. "We have to be at the village by sundown! Or the voices might get us!" I shivered. The voices were like a disease among the Latie village. They came upon villagers who stayed out past the suns rays. The voices aloud their hosts to hear them, as they spoke nonsense into the captives ear. They had fallen upon my father and the very thought of them infesting me was to much to bare. I ran! Brushel ran along with me. As two friends we ran for what seemed only minutes before we were within view of the village.
The sun was setting as we finally stopped on the path between our homes. "Goodnight!" said Brushel as she gasped for air. Then she seemed to catch her breath and add. "We'll go to sky lake tomorrow!
That's closer, so we can stay all day!" Delighted I gave her a hug, smiled and ran home. Then at the door I stood and waved. Brushel waved back and then hurried inside as a strong wind rushed by flaring up her skirt. I did the same. _________________________________________________________________*And for most stories to be really unique they must be made up. But this story is not made up! No, not at all! It is dreamed up! And dreams are unique in there own special way. For some are true and some just haven't happened yet. : ) _____
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