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Submitted by aaron on Fri, 02/05/2010 - 03:48
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You can remember the last story you told her. "Once upon a time," you began, as you had every night for eight years. But that was a long time ago, when she was innocent, when there was still joy in the world.
Now? Now, that was long gone. Now, she'll soon be leaving, and you'll be lucky to be a distant memory. You're not even certain what's going to happen to you tomorrow, let alone your fate beyond next month, next year.
Stifling a sad sigh, you continue walking to her door, as you have every day for over eighteen years. Barely noticing it's ajar, you stop abruptly when you realize there are dim voices from within.
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Submitted by aaron on Fri, 02/05/2010 - 03:45
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You step forward ever so lightly, and peek through the crack of the door. At first, you see nothing unusual, just the light shining through the window onto the bed, that bed where you read her stories so long ago.
"She's got to be taught a lesson!" A man's voice! You almost gasp, but put your hand in front of your mouth to catch your breath. "Forsaken us, she has!"
You lean your head a bit to the right, and you can see the back of a person, cloaked in black. A voice, her voice, responds, "Aye, and I have just the poison to do that." Poison? Just who are these people?
"No, old hag, we don't want to kill her. At least not right off." This is definitely not good. You know you need to do something, but what can you do?
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