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(ASCii By AD!)
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Damned Fucking Shit
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Issue #32
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Title: Short Stories To Enjoy
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Date: 6/7/94
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By: Access Denied
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Short Stories To Enjoy
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Prison. Dark, cold, and damp. He knew his time had come. He
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didn't fit in. Never did, never would. He thought back upon his
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life, knowing he had only minutes more. The ship. The house. The
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car. The plane. He had once had everything. Then he came to the
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crime of all crimes. It had been fun while he did it. Of course
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he was captured immediatley. The sentance had come only hours
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before. Footsteps. He could hear them coming. The slow tap...
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tap... tap... on the tile floor. They were coming. Tap... tap...
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tap... Only a few more seconds. The lock on his door clanged
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open. The door creaked slowly until it was finally open. In front
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of him stood the guard and two other men. One was the commissoner
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and the other seemed to be some sort of a priest. He mumbled
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something about Atheism and God and Satan being one and the priest
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left after a quick "Bless you my son..." Now there were only three
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left. The commissoner asked him if he wanted a last wish. He told
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him to burn in hell. With a sad look on his face the commissoner
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walked off down the dimly lit corridor. Mumbling to himself about
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wrecked lives. Now there were only two. The guard solemly took
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his hand and walked him down the hall. There was no use in
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resisting. They entered a padded room with bright lights. The
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guard raised his hand and with a swift chop brought the butt of his
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gun crashing down upon his head. He fell to the ground, darkness
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surrounding him. A loud snap, a bright light, and then nothing.
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Now there was one. The guard turned the lights out and left.
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He gazed down upon the freshly turned earth. It had happened
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so quick. A once wonderful life had instantly turned to a life of
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sadness and despair. How he mourned the loss. His one true love
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in life was now gone. He smelled the flowers he had brought.
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Daffodils, her favorite. He knelt down and gazed at the stone in
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front of him. A tear came to his eye as he read the name on the
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stone. Gone was she forever. To hell with it he thought and began
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crying, something he had not done for years since he was a child.
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No one was there to see him, and this was the greatest loss he had
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ever experianced. He reached into his overcoat and felt the cold
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metal. He pulled out the gun and felt it. He looked at it for
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what seemed to be an eternity. He then said "I always loved you"
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and put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. His blood
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splattered on the stone with her name on it. He was dead. Dead by
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the same gun, the same hand, the same mind, that had killed his
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beloved.
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It was the big game. The last out, bases loaded, down by one.
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All he needed was a hit. Two strikes and three balls. A full
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count! The pitcher began his pitch. The ball was coming. A huge
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swing. Here it comes. And he missed. The big game was over. The
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team had lost and it was his fault. He knew it, the whole world
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knew it. That night another person ceased to walk the streets of
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the earth.
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