ramona speaks:

Dec 04, 2009 21:43

*She saw the various one act plays being performed before her.
All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players.
The immortal bard.
Words so wise, so filled with beauty, longing, hope, romance, dying, death and tragedy.
But death was always final there.
Once the knife plunged to it's destination and drew hearts blood.
Once the poison had been sipped, gluped, bitterly savored and swallowed.
Once the play's final act left the actor's in the dust on the stage.
The audience appaulded, the lights were dimmed.
And the theater was quiet once more.
Everyone knew that death was the end.

Don't blink Ramona...
You're dead.
Don't move Ramona...
You're dead.
Don't speak Ramona.
You're dead.
Lie still and quiet girl. And maybe no one will notice you. Let the shroud fall over your eye's. Stir no more. And your troubles will leave you.*

(That post is -really- old. Like 8 yrs old. Heather just posted it in LotRDI for me. I can't believe she kept it all these years. I am -incredibly- flattered

I've been corrected. That post was from when I owned The Glass Eye on SFWest. So easily 10 yrs ago.)

role play revisted, role play

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