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Someone Give Me a Title by ~blanktip:iconblanktip:



Shirley Pride was out on the balcony taking one last look at the small town she lived in every summer for vacation. Her brother David was bored. So he decided to play a prank on his sister for fun. He got up as quietly as he could, sneaking behind her. Then he pushed her over and just as she was about to fall he grab the back of her blouse. “Saved your life!” he said. Shirley was frozen with fear. He knew she hated heights. “That’s not funny!” she said in annoyance. David laughed “Sorry. I couldn’t resist.” He tried to pull her over the rail, but she was mad. “Don’t touch me!” she said, and smacked his hand away. Unfortunately that was the only thing keeping her on the roof. Before she knew what was happening she was tumbling through the air. All she could do was look at her brother as she fell and scowl. She landed on her back causing her whiplash. The back of her head slammed into the ground. Hard. Upon making contact with the ground, the right side of her brain to shut off. So, to avoid death the left side turned on. This didn’t help because after her head hit the ground she went into a coma. But her mind, still being alive and well was blasted to another dimension parallel to ours. Shirley blinked in the harsh light of the sun. Something was wrong; the sky was a strange reddish color… Coughing she stood up and looked around. Aside from some weird blue grass there wasn’t much plant life. Some strange trees dotted the landscape Where? “Hello?” she called. A slight rustling in the branches of a tree to her right served as an answer. Shirley looked up at the tree. Could someone be up there? “Hello?! I have no idea where I am! Can you tell me?” she asked.  There was more rustling followed by voices that sounded a little too happy, “We will help you in exchange for information.” Shirley backed away from the tree as the branches started to shake. What ever is up there is coming down and I don’t want to be here when it lands. By this time it was too late, with a soft thump a figure dropped from the tree.
©2009-2010 ~blanktip
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Author's Comments

This is basically the first part of the story that those drawings in my gallery are for. Hopefully the artists that made them for me won't be too mad... Sorry if I dissappoint you guys. Also if there is a character you guys are interested in drawing, just ask.

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:icontaho:
Wow.. She must feel really scared and alone.

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"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans" - John Lennon
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Right about now it's mostly scared and not alone. lol But yeah. She does feel kind of alone. Was this to your liking?
:iconken1171:
I am a big fan of Dean Koontz and I like this kind of stories. :D

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Website: [link]
"Whoever thinks that I am not smart enough to do the job is not underestimating well." (George W. Bush)
:iconblanktip:
Awesome. I've read some Koontz.
:iconken1171:
Then you will see what I mean. :D

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Website: [link]
"Whoever thinks that I am not smart enough to do the job is not underestimating well." (George W. Bush)
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Yeah. Hope it's a complement.
:iconken1171:
Don't worry, I am just saying I am a fan of Dean Koontz. :)

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Website: [link]
"Whoever thinks that I am not smart enough to do the job is not underestimating well." (George W. Bush)
:iconblanktip:
Oh ok. Good news. Does that mean you're a fan of me too?
:iconken1171:
The idea is good, and I gave you some suggestions. :)

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Website: [link]
"Whoever thinks that I am not smart enough to do the job is not underestimating well." (George W. Bush)

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