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Array ( [sid] => 30507 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Face In The Mirror (part 3) [time] => 2003-12-31 18:49:30 [hometext] => I know the parts of the story are short, but like I said,. this is the first time I wrote a story. [bodytext] => I reached for the candle that was sitting on the sink, looked up and saw the face in the mirror. I ran for the door, swung it open and ran down the hall.

I screamed out to my friends.
There was no answer.
I headed into the livingroom, where my friends lay sleeping.
I flung the blankets off them.

"OH MY GOD!"

There was blood.
Blood everywhere.
I ran out into the hallway, snuck around the corner and looked for something to use as a weapon.

I found a bat behind a door.
I heard footsteps.
Coming closer, closer.
I peeped around the corner.
Nothing.
The hall was an empty shell.
I turned around.
There was the face.
The face in the mirror.

I took the bat and swung it as hard as I Possibly could.

WHACK!

The body dropped to the floor, like a dead weight.
I knelt down tosee if it was still alive.
I noticed the face was a mask.
I pulled up the mask, to reveal what was underneath.

I jumped back, let out a loud scream and dropped to my knees.
The face that was under the mask, was my best friend.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
June.3/2003 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 289 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Cynthia [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
Face In The Mirror (part 3)

Contributed by Cynthia on Wednesday, 31st December 2003 @ 06:49:30 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



I reached for the candle that was sitting on the sink, looked up and saw the face in the mirror. I ran for the door, swung it open and ran down the hall.

I screamed out to my friends.
There was no answer.
I headed into the livingroom, where my friends lay sleeping.
I flung the blankets off them.

"OH MY GOD!"

There was blood.
Blood everywhere.
I ran out into the hallway, snuck around the corner and looked for something to use as a weapon.

I found a bat behind a door.
I heard footsteps.
Coming closer, closer.
I peeped around the corner.
Nothing.
The hall was an empty shell.
I turned around.
There was the face.
The face in the mirror.

I took the bat and swung it as hard as I Possibly could.

WHACK!

The body dropped to the floor, like a dead weight.
I knelt down tosee if it was still alive.
I noticed the face was a mask.
I pulled up the mask, to reveal what was underneath.

I jumped back, let out a loud scream and dropped to my knees.
The face that was under the mask, was my best friend.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
June.3/2003




Copyright © Cynthia ... [ 2003-12-31 18:49:30]
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Re: Face In The Mirror (part 3) (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Monday, 5th January 2004 @ 12:19:58 AM AEST
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hmmm... loved it till the friend under the mask part.... maybe you could continue it and have it be a ghost posing as the friend, {my original thoughts were it was a ghost} made me very sad, made me wonder if the person telling the story {you lol}, was really the true killer, yup, i would definatly suggest you go on and make a twist to it, great writing tho, wonderful images in all three parts so far:) hugs n' love nessa
p.s. happy new year!


Re: Face In The Mirror (part 3) (User Rating: 1 )
by arden on Monday, 26th April 2004 @ 06:42:30 PM AEST
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wow.... i kinda saw that coming.
loved it though.
really good. keep it up.
Arden




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