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Post by Hana Wilks on Dec 29, 2010 6:59:45 GMT 10
Hana sat on the couch, a cup-of-noodle in her hand with a Dr.Pepper on the coffee table. She had finally settled on a Horror movie and was content to spend the night watching it. Horrific images clouded the screen, people being killed left and right. 'Aw, the stereo types...' She thought whimsicly. Hana sat up when she heard the door bell ring. She glanced at the clock, just past sun down.
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Post by Damien Evermore on Dec 29, 2010 7:29:09 GMT 10
Damien rang the door bell of the large plantation home. It took him a good ten minutes just to walk up the long drive way. The porch creaked under his weight as he shifted his feet. When the door finnally opened his jaw went slack. She looked the same after ten years. His mental image was frozen in time, and so was she. "Hanatarah..."
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Post by Hana Wilks on Jan 7, 2011 10:29:01 GMT 10
All life seemed to stop when she saw the boy, he wasn't a crying toddler any more. Very few people knew her full name, only four that were still on this earth. "Oh my god, Damien." She could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest as she wrapped him in an embrace. "What the hell are you doin' here kiddo?" There was a slight tremor in her voice, it seemed like worry or even fear. Sudden relization dawned on her,"You came of age, didn't you?"
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