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Corruption

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Mon, 18 Feb 2008 at 01:14am

Intuition

What do you have? Nothing. I have the power now. And what do you have? Nothing. I've plotted, I've planned, I've thought, and now it comes to this. I hold the key. NOT YOU. It's my turn now. Now I hold the key, in the form of a metal casing, with a led tip, and forty five grains of magic dust. And what do you have? Nothing. For years I've sat, small, shaking; sitting on the side lines. What did I have? Nothing. Ohh now the tables have turned my friend! Now I see, dreams can come true. It's my time to shine. And for a new light to turn on, one must diminish. So now, I bid you farwell. Thank you for all you have done. All the inspiration, all the secrets, and all the scars. Good bye. Sincerely yours, Your shadow.
Two others like this.
2008-02-18
The commendations this piece recieved in IF1 were: 0 minus votes, 2 plus votes, and 0 astars.
bobman12
2008-02-18
I'm not too sure about this one.
galanteeshowman
2008-02-18

I like how the repetition of "nothing" sets a definite tone throughout th e piece. Also, clever ending! +1