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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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