Wimp out.
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you wimp out. the weak of heart don't survive long in these types of situations... the boy's laugh at you and call you chicken as you walk down the stairs back to your room. there rude laughter rings in your ears as you find yourself all alone and lost twisting through the labyrinth of corridors. You turn the corner and head down another long dark hall. It seems to be getting narrower and narrower. you want to turn back, but alas the writer is not that merciful. you continue on until you cannot see anything and your shoulders are touching the sides of the tunnel like corridor. ouch! your hip bumps into what seems to be a door knob. you feel around and there is in fact a door. rubbing your hip that is sure to bruise you wonder if you dare step inside or continue down the pitch dark corridor... | you wimp out. the weak of heart don't survive long in these types of situations... the boy's laugh at you and call you chicken as you walk down the stairs back to your room. there rude laughter rings in your ears as you find yourself all alone and lost twisting through the labyrinth of corridors. You turn the corner and head down another long dark hall. It seems to be getting narrower and narrower. you want to turn back, but alas the writer is not that merciful. you continue on until you cannot see anything and your shoulders are touching the sides of the tunnel like corridor. ouch! your hip bumps into what seems to be a door knob. you feel around and there is in fact a door. rubbing your hip that is sure to bruise you wonder if you dare step inside or continue down the pitch dark corridor... | ||
| - | [[open the door]] | + | [[dare to open the door]] |
[[continue down the corridor]] | [[continue down the corridor]] | ||
Current revision as of 22:11, 25 December 2011
you wimp out. the weak of heart don't survive long in these types of situations... the boy's laugh at you and call you chicken as you walk down the stairs back to your room. there rude laughter rings in your ears as you find yourself all alone and lost twisting through the labyrinth of corridors. You turn the corner and head down another long dark hall. It seems to be getting narrower and narrower. you want to turn back, but alas the writer is not that merciful. you continue on until you cannot see anything and your shoulders are touching the sides of the tunnel like corridor. ouch! your hip bumps into what seems to be a door knob. you feel around and there is in fact a door. rubbing your hip that is sure to bruise you wonder if you dare step inside or continue down the pitch dark corridor...
