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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Bullet
[time] => 2006-09-01 03:49:28
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[bodytext] => She sits in a corner alone,in the dark,
Beads of sweat roll down her face.
She remembers the van, the sack.
She'd been drinking that night and stumbled into an alley where there is moonlight anywhere but there.
The rats scatter across her feet.
She sees the figure, the figure that ruins everthing.
He looked as if he had just come out of a bashing,
A drip of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
He held the sack out,
He came towards her,
She stood in silence waiting.
He got closer but before she could run the figure closed in on her,
She was pulled into the sack and dragged across the ground and into the van.
That is how she ended up here, waiting!
Suddenly a gleam of light appears.
Pain rushes from her head to her feet.
The bullet went in, the barrel empty.
Images flashed before her and her life was all over in a blink of an eye.
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[topicname] => AmericanTragedy
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