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title:
date: Tuesday, November 18, 2008
time:11:49 PM
She screamed. 
Screamed at the top of her lungs. 
Hoping for someone to hear her cries.
The town heard the cries but no one dared to move.
Respected citizens hid behind their wooden doors.
Animals hid in holes and nests.
As the fear soaked into their skin.
Fear kept her alone.
Fear kept her crying.
Fear was everything.


Her tears rolled down her soft skin.
Only falling on the top of her knee caps.
She dared not move.
She was alone.
ALONE.


Why is it so hard for the truth to sink in?
ALONE was what she felt.
Fear was what kept her ALONE.


My Story - Part One.


i was bored. my mind was filling up with things. weird things. writing was the only way those things could be exposed. i sense that my english has gone bad since my last examinations, and it sucks. i can't even write a story without thinking twice whether i spelt certain words correctly. 


anyway. i hope you guys love the starting. more will come. just wait.


the past is history, the future is a mystery,
&
today is a gift.
(that is why its called present)
:)