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    dots Submission Name: Into the Rabbit Holedots

    Author: lori_tab
    ASL Info:    27/f/alabama
    Elite Ratio:    4.33 - 1752/1517/481
    Words: 626
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    dotsInto the Rabbit Holedots

    Locked away inside the house, she began pacing. Wall to wall, back and forth with a rhythm all her own. After an hour or so her legs grew weary and without thinking, she sat cross legged on the floor. She looked all around her for something to take her attention away from the fact that she was trapped. To her right lay a half chewed candy wrapper that had been thrown down and found by a puppy. Little puppy marks and little puppy slobber gave the candy wrapper a characteristic that she couldn't define.
    To her left was a trash can. It was a medium trashcan filled to the top with soda bottles and sticky pages of old papers that must have been hers but she could not for the death of her figure out their origin. Perhaps this is why she had thrown them away in the first place. But she couldn't be sure. Never, really. The carpet she sat on was a faded green that must have been attractive one day but now lay underneath her in a dirty, tread on way. Little specks of straw and random particles that traveled to her from the bottom of someone else's shoes were scattered about. The girl considered her options and finally pulled the trash can close to her and examined it more closely. She carefully, so as not to get her fingers trapped in a sticky mess began to pull papyrus and wine bottles from the trash can. One bottle was labeled with her name and she frowned and raised her eyebows because she had no clue where it had come from. In fact nothing inside the can was anything she recalled. Her curiousity grabbed her and pulled her and told her that this was something that needed to be investigated. So she continued to pull things from the garbage can. In an hour or two she had finally completely the task and woke up from the daze that she had lost herself in. All the while as she was scrambling and sorting she had forgotten she was trapped. WHen she got to her feet again her knees cracked from sitting too long. She brushed off the ass of her jeans an began pacing once more, more slowly this time. She was in thought. As she pulled at the imaginary hairs on her chin she came to the realization that her memory was completely gone. Not only did she not recognize the elements of the trash can but she now knew that she did not even know her own name. Or how she had gotten here in the first place. And then she forgot that she had thought she was trapped. When she awoke from this thought she was standing in a room with a tipped over trash can, a dirty old carpet, and a chewed on candy wrapper. There was one door and a window that had been boarded up from the outside. She walked to the door more with instinct as a motivation than anything. Then cautiously she she wrapped her tiny fingers around the door knob and turned. The door swung open freely and the girl stood in a dark doorway. Shadows fell on the other side of the door frame and the girl considered her options. She had no memory of this place and again she recalled the fact that she did not even know her own name. She took two unsure steps on the other side of the door frame. Hr balance was lost and she fell,fell, fell into a midnight never-ending abyss. She never hit the bottom and she never made her way back to the top. She was suspended in the air, with no memory to amuse her.

    Submitted on 2006-04-13 13:15:46     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      i like this it almost seems like it could be a poem...it has this depressing yet ordinary aura that really connects my attention...its a great piece of work that seems come straight from you head and jumped right into the paper...
    | Posted on 2006-04-13 00:00:00 | by suicidalacts72 | [ Reply to This ]
      Did you forget to take your meds one day and forget who you were or something? I could see you in your bedroom, going through a garbage can, trying to figure out what the hell was going on....I really liked this, though...better than the one about the little boy playing with his penis...a lot better...

    She took two unsure steps on the other side of the door frame. Hr balance was lost and she fell,fell, fell into a midnight never-ending abyss. She never hit the bottom and she never made her way back to the top. She was suspended in the air, with no memory to amuse her.

    I really liked this...
    | Posted on 2006-04-14 00:00:00 | by Raivn | [ Reply to This ]

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