Hmm I need to improve my style... seems like that earlier pages were better...

"Fear of comments ... Might sound stupid but I really developed a fear of comments on my submissions...
It's not that I don't value the comments, but I set myself a goal that I reply the most of them.
I think that I can't keep up this goal or I end up with an even larger queue.

...If I don't reply to your comment, doesn't mean that I don't appreciate it ... argh I don't know how to write it ....
Well I simply hope you understand me at this" (c) Boha

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I could feel the light caressing me, the train's warmth wrapping around me like a blanket. It didn't feel right... at that point my cowardice had the better of me. However, something kept me interested enough to peek inside. If this WAS the will of Betzen, it might be worst to simply ignore her call. Suddenly, I heard a voice emanating from the speakers "The experiment is over. Please enter the train to return to the Sleepy Lake". At that point, I no longer had a reason to resist. I felt trapped - divorced from my family, friends, and dreams.

Original idea - DesmondHyena, story by me, thanks Vaatiwithblue for co-writing!

The interior of the train was layered with dust, and reeked of chemicals. It made my stomach turn and my skin crawl, to the point where I wanted to leave the train all together. I wondered why Desmond hadn't sent me back yet, seeing that I was situated on this hunk of metal. Where was he?

http://zengel.deviantart.com/art/56-Sleepy-Lake-584556743