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Posted 12/24/11 , edited 12/24/11
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Posted 1/16/12
"Comeon comeon COME. ON!" She almost screamed as she slammed her foot into the cool metal of the elevator. It was going so slow; she needed to get to the ground level fast. Her airhead of a mother forgot to unlock the door for three days. THREE DAYS she was stuck in that god forsaken room of hers. She needed to move out. No she needed food... No. Whats she needed most was a cigarette. The fire detectors kept her from doing it in the flat. But the fact that her extra box was hidden outside kept her from smoking in the elevator.
The elevator dinged again blinking the sign of '6'. Six floors till she reached the outside. Till her cigarette. She kicked the floor again. Why did she have to live so high up? She growled as she watched the numbers about to change.
Then suddenly, it stopped.
A low beeping and a flashing red light that read the letters 'BRAKES' left her eyes wide in horror. The elevator stalled. Leaving her stuck in the elevator for who knows how long. With just a lighter and an extra key. Panicking she clawed at the door trying to pry it apart. She needed a cigarette, And she needed one Now.
She racked her mind for a way out. Anyway out. What did they do in movies? Then it hit her like a brick wall. Looking up to the ceiling she spotted the hatch to open it. She reached up. Just an inch to short. Too short to freedom. To her cigarette! She looked around for something to make her taller. Oh, that's right, she's in an elevator. Distressed and angry, she jumped and pushed the hatch to the side. Smiling at her triumph she jumped up again to grab the edge. But to her surprise, she landed back down with hot liquid running down her arm. With an ounce of fright she looked down to confirm. Yep, that was blood, coming from a gash on her palm. Looking up for the source of her injury, she spotted the sharp edge and let out a moan. With renewed determination to get out of here, she jumped again, not caring if she got cut again. Pulling with all her might, she got to chest level when her arms started screaming in protest. Refusing to give up, she pulled till she was out.
She rested on the wall behind her when she noticed it.
A pack of cigarettes was on the top beside her. Eyes wide and filled with excitement she grabbed it to find one left. Joy came from her lips as she stuck it in her mouth, started the lighter in her pocket and began to get up and pace like she normally did. But as she was getting up she failed to notice the lighter hit her jacket in the most unseeable corner. As she began to enjoy her first cigarette in days she smelled something, unusual. Looking down, she saw her hair had caught fire! Screaming, she ran around hitting her head on anything that would put the fire out. Miss-stepping, she fell into the hole dropping her back into the elevator. Knocking her out, to burn to death.
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Posted 1/16/12
"Comeon comeon COME. ON!" She almost screamed as she slammed her foot into the cool metal of the elevator. It was going so slow; she needed to get to the ground level fast. Her airhead of a mother forgot to unlock the door for three days. THREE DAYS she was stuck in that god forsaken room of hers. She needed to move out. No she needed food... No. Whats she needed most was a cigarette. The fire detectors kept her from doing it in the flat. But the fact that her extra box was hidden outside kept her from smoking in the elevator.
The elevator dinged again blinking the sign of '6'. Six floors till she reached the outside. Till her cigarette. She kicked the floor again. Why did she have to live so high up? She growled as she watched the numbers about to change.
Then suddenly, it stopped.
A low beeping and a flashing red light that read the letters 'BRAKES' left her eyes wide in horror. The elevator stalled. Leaving her stuck in the elevator for who knows how long. With just a lighter and an extra key. Panicking she clawed at the door trying to pry it apart. She needed a cigarette, And she needed one Now.
She racked her mind for a way out. Anyway out. What did they do in movies? Then it hit her like a brick wall. Looking up to the ceiling she spotted the hatch to open it. She reached up. Just an inch to short. Too short to freedom. To her cigarette! She looked around for something to make her taller. Oh, that's right, she's in an elevator. Distressed and angry, she jumped and pushed the hatch to the side. Smiling at her triumph she jumped up again to grab the edge. But to her surprise, she landed back down with hot liquid running down her arm. With an ounce of fright she looked down to confirm. Yep, that was blood, coming from a gash on her palm. Looking up for the source of her injury, she spotted the sharp edge and let out a moan. With renewed determination to get out of here, she jumped again, not caring if she got cut again. Pulling with all her might, she got to chest level when her arms started screaming in protest. Refusing to give up, she pulled till she was out.
She rested on the wall behind her when she noticed it.
A pack of cigarettes was on the top beside her. Eyes wide and filled with excitement she grabbed it to find one left. Joy came from her lips as she stuck it in her mouth, started the lighter in her pocket and began to get up and pace like she normally did. But as she was getting up she failed to notice the lighter hit her jacket in the most unseeable corner. As she began to enjoy her first cigarette in days she smelled something, unusual. Looking down, she saw her hair had caught fire! Screaming, she ran around hitting her head on anything that would put the fire out. Miss-stepping, she fell into the hole dropping her back into the elevator. Knocking her out, to burn to death.
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Posted 5/8/12
lolz wow this is really good. ^_^ I feel a bit bad for her although it was her own fault.
Posted 5/17/12
"Gah!!!" I slammed into the wall. I slipped down and I cried out softly. My best friend just kicked me!
"Quit eating candy!!! Right now!!!" My friend confiscated my new bag of candy and I was mad. She took my means of ironing on my precious sunday! My mum was wondering why I was doing more housework, but it was to build up money for the candy figurine of Haruhi Suzumiya!! I rolled my eyes and stood up.
"Owwwwwwww!!!" I moaned and pouted until my friend gave back the bag of sweets and I was on sugar overdose!!!


THIS IS A TRUE STORY WITH EXAGGERATION!!
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