Our dearly departed (432 hits)
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Submitted by Dalai Queso (View user info) at 2007-06-16 00:27:43 EDT
"I can't die, but how I wish it were possible. I'm tormented like you should never know. My body yearns for but a single drop of water. Flames torment my flesh, but the flesh remains unscathed, transmitting an unceasing torment from fully functional nerves to an agonizing brain. I labor intensely to breathe in the heat that engulfs me, every breath searing my parched throat anew. Every muscle in my body aches as though straining against immense weights pulling in all directions.
"My body should burst! But it holds fast that I might experience agony beyond agony for a time that never ends. My mind operates with rigid clarity, my senses never dulling. I'm fully aware of the screams, wails, and gnashing of teeth that encompass me. All I can see is my own body throbbing, suspended in darkness by unseen forces, with flames dancing about my skin that look and feel as though they burned from my very core.
"My breathing is impaired not only by the intense heat, but also by the acrid stench of burning flesh, rotting corpses, and fear. Oh, fear does indeed have an odor. I secrete it like terrified child to the extent that I can taste it, along with blood and feces and charred flesh. The fear never subsides, the torment never lessens, the agony never diminishes, my judgement will never end.
"I implore you, brother. Find a faith. I don't know the right way, but I now - all too late - know the wrong way. I imagine this is Hell, but my pain is not imagined at all. Save yourself, my brother."
The fortune teller released her hands from her crystal ball, a chill manifested visibly as a near spasm running the length of her spine, bottom to top. Her eyes rolled back into place, her pupils reappearing from up inside her skull. "That... will be $20."
Marcus extended a trembling arm with a twenty dollar bill clenched tightly in his fist. Slowly, deliberately, he turned his palm down and dropped the twenty on the table in front of the fortune teller. Marcus stuttered, his mind reeling, "Th-th-th... Th.. Tha-tha-" "You're welcome," the fortune teller cut him off and dismissed him with an impatient wave. She needed to throw up. She needed to rest before she set out to find a new source of income.
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Submitted by i_can_get_you_a_toe (user info) at 2007-06-17 18:39:52 EDT (#)
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Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-06-17 11:33:50 EDT (#)
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Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2007-06-17 06:56:53 EDT (#)
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nice
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2007-06-16 16:12:03 EDT (#)
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Submitted by SgtHartman (user info) at 2007-06-16 11:26:39 EDT (#)
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nah
Submitted by ChristPuncher (user info) at 2007-06-16 03:28:28 EDT (#)
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YER THE DUMBEST FUCK SINCE HALF WITTED WILLIE THE RETARD
HE WAS MAYOR OF BOSTON FROM 1963-1989
Submitted by ooQueso (user info) at 2007-06-16 00:32:11 EDT (#)
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Well... Thanks, anyway :)
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2007-06-16 00:30:45 EDT (#)
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not going to read this.