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    dots Submission Name: Jumpdots

    Author: lori_tab
    ASL Info:    27/f/alabama
    Elite Ratio:    4.33 - 1752/1517/481
    Words: 390
    Class/Type: Prose/Passion
    Total Views: 710
    Average Vote:    4.0000
    Bytes: 2178


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    "I don't know if I can do this" she said.

    She was standing on the tip of the window, crouched to jump down. She could feel the wind pushing up through the trees and see the ground, four windows below her. For a second her balance wavered and her sense of control catapulted through the window. She grasped the sides of the window and steadied herself.

    "I have to do this."

    She heard the footsteps behind her. Simon, and Mr. Nice, just down the hall, screaming her name, their ciggarette stained vioces producing a foul dead stench that saturated the silence.

    She didn't have to jump to the ground, only the top of the balcony below, where she could then climb a branch that was sitting on top of the roof. But if she didn't jump correctly, she would land on the ground, and she might break something, or the impact might just kill her.

    For her own safety and sanity she had to go. And she had to do it in such a way that her life would not be over. But in that moment she didn't understand the real quality in life, the real element of existence, and this made her jump down carefully instead of demanding the environment around her and freefalling towards her purpose. Instead of falling like Alice she jumped down into her path like the road not taken. And for this she made the puzzles click in place. She set the gears in motion. She could hear it as she fell.
    She could also hear her liberation in her ability to land on the balcony roof. And she scrambled onto the tree and shhimmied down quickly enough so that the men hunting her couldn't find her, didn't know what room to look into.

    She stood at the base of the tree for a moment and considered her options. Her breath came quickly and her chest rose and fell. The fear had changed directions. She could hear the wheels breaking the force of their path, sending the car forward and around obstacles toward time.

    She could feel that she controlled her direction. She could feel that her lack of hope and how false it could be sometimes was correct.

    Submitted on 2008-08-17 19:13:31     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      hmmm . . . jumping and escaping . . . and then running? cool stuff
    | Posted on 2008-10-09 00:00:00 | by Solomon Disease | [ Reply to This ]
      A very empowering piece... a tad feministic... but I suppose it could've just have been a take on human natures desire to be independent. The story reminds me of one I had to read back in the day for AP lit called The Awakening... except it was much more action packed. You had a great command of suspense, and I was pretty much captivated throughout the read. The imagery was great... as was the story. You have a way of telling a detailed story, and leaving out enough background to give it a mysterious air. There are a few typos in the second paragraph, and the word "shhimmied" in the big paragraph. Great read, once again. :)
    | Posted on 2008-08-17 00:00:00 | by Passionbyapathy | [ Reply to This ]

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