BadForm
Bad attitude in any Form
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- Feb 26, 2001
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My head was filled with blinding screams that shattered every nerve of my brain. Hot sand burned my soaked body, digging deep into me: so deep it spoke of savage wounds. A choking cough tossed saltwater from my lungs to strangle my throat once more. Where was I?
...
Who was I?
...
Everything seemed, new. Frighteningly so. I was still barely conscious and I could work out that I'd been tossed ashore from the sea that I could hear thrashing against rocks somewhere behind me. Anything else though, anything solid, anything about me and who I'd been... I couldn't recall.
On weary arms I tried to push myself upright, only to find sunlight ripped into my already pain-wrakced body like a gutting pole through a whale. I hurt badly. My chest throbbed like something was broke, one of my ankles was at least twisted. Whatever clothes I was wearing, and after the agonizing sunlight I didn't dare open my eyes to look, were flapping in ragged tears in the breeze.
I heard something that sounded like footsteps running towards me over the sand and struggled to see who or what was coming. I saw feet, femining ones and dark. Or were they? The exhaustion took me again and the dark filled my mind.
...
Who was I?
...
Everything seemed, new. Frighteningly so. I was still barely conscious and I could work out that I'd been tossed ashore from the sea that I could hear thrashing against rocks somewhere behind me. Anything else though, anything solid, anything about me and who I'd been... I couldn't recall.
On weary arms I tried to push myself upright, only to find sunlight ripped into my already pain-wrakced body like a gutting pole through a whale. I hurt badly. My chest throbbed like something was broke, one of my ankles was at least twisted. Whatever clothes I was wearing, and after the agonizing sunlight I didn't dare open my eyes to look, were flapping in ragged tears in the breeze.
I heard something that sounded like footsteps running towards me over the sand and struggled to see who or what was coming. I saw feet, femining ones and dark. Or were they? The exhaustion took me again and the dark filled my mind.
