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SAMPLE OF MY STORY - REEVER'S HUNT

Sunday, October 30, 2005 10:07:57 AM

The Poseidon drifted along in the vast emptiness of the far reaches of space. The dim blue glow of its outmoded engines seemed to fade weakly in and out struggling to remain functional. It drifted on its axis, nose pointed downward, exposing a gaping gash in its hull with fragments of the ship littered throughout surrounding space.

On its’ Bridge sat a lone man, naked and exhausted. Droplets of fresh blood trickled from his ear. He did not wipe it away as it streamed down his neck. Oil stains and thick black engine grease smeared his chest and abdomen, a piece of the ships’ engine was sticking out of his right thigh.

Lights were flashing on the console in front of him as a computerized voice repeated, “Alert. Alert. The ship has sustained severe damage. Sectors 13 thru 17 have been sealed.”

Hours passed as the young man simply stared at nothing in particular. He was in shock. The horrors he had lived in the past month was more than his mind could comprehend.
Images of his crewmates taunting him, beating his face and body, flashed in his minds’ eye, each relived blow registering a physical pain response.

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