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Array ( [sid] => 53773 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Soliloquy [time] => 2004-06-26 11:07:25 [hometext] => A passing man's message; this one is a puzzle, tell me if you get it. [bodytext] =>
“A reporter was found dead today, in his room,





l-ying sideways on the floor. He had no relatives, relations, nor
incentive to live. His features were serene, and the it was
verified that a bullet shell was uncovered in his carpet.
Even so, no gun was found, nor any reasons or suspects, especiall-
Y those who would receive benefit of any sort were named. The serenity
of the crime scene lent an
uneasy,
resounding eeriness to the atmosphere, and it could not be told
Discernibly when the reporter had passed away. Police investigators have
reason to suspect murder but are unable to discover any signs of
evident,
active, intrusion, theft, or violence; he left words, blinking on his
monitor, which
said——————————:“
[comments] => 3 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 36 [informant] => EternitysLyre [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
Soliloquy

Contributed by EternitysLyre on Saturday, 26th June 2004 @ 11:07:25 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide




“A reporter was found dead today, in his room,





l-ying sideways on the floor. He had no relatives, relations, nor
incentive to live. His features were serene, and the it was
verified that a bullet shell was uncovered in his carpet.
Even so, no gun was found, nor any reasons or suspects, especiall-
Y those who would receive benefit of any sort were named. The serenity
of the crime scene lent an
uneasy,
resounding eeriness to the atmosphere, and it could not be told
Discernibly when the reporter had passed away. Police investigators have
reason to suspect murder but are unable to discover any signs of
evident,
active, intrusion, theft, or violence; he left words, blinking on his
monitor, which
said——————————:“




Copyright © EternitysLyre ... [ 2004-06-26 11:07:25]
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Re: Soliloquy (User Rating: 1 )
by ShadowDaughter on Saturday, 26th June 2004 @ 07:27:09 PM AEST
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*smiles*

I got it (and appreciated both the story and reporter's "advice", or parting words, or whatever you'd call it), but I think you knew I would :).

If I don't talk to you before I leave tomorrow-- *hugs*

--Nora


Re: Soliloquy (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 28th June 2004 @ 04:52:19 AM AEST
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A dream of suicide? Muchly resonant of 'Addicted', with the disturbingly alluring serenity . . . I'd never live that dream.

I have other dreams to live for . . .

Good, interesting write.
Thanks for sharing it.


Re: Soliloquy (User Rating: 1 )
by Nazmythian on Friday, 10th September 2004 @ 11:05:58 AM AEST
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Intriguing ~ I am gonna work on this one ~

Nazmythian ~




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