An experiment in cooperative writing...
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this is what's wrong with the world, she thought, as she sorted through plastic and tin to retrieve the full, vibrant roses from the bottom of the trash can.
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On most days this wouldn't bother her so much. She would usually just retrieve the flowers and enjoy them for as long as she could. Today was different.
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there was something about seeing the natural beauty of life buried beneath the manufactured garbage of the world, and stinking heaps of it that...
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Struck here more deeply than anything else that could at this moment. This is a microcosm of the world, she uttered audibly to herself.
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suddenly her senses were on fire. the sound of passing traffic screamed in her head. the smell of car exhaust was making her nauseous. she began to shake.
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her hands trembled wildly. god help me, she repeated to herself. god help me. god help me, god help me. She tried to close her eyes and disappear to anywhere
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seconds after closeing her eyes she felt an immense jolt in her side. Eyes open. She falls to the ground. She had been hit by a bicycle. "Holy shit. you okay?"
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It is a mangled, rusted construct. A means of transportation and nothing more. The letters "Schwinn" are barely visible beneath the Mars-red particles of iron oxides.
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I have created an EtherPad for this. Simply add on to the following link.
http://etherpad.com/otLETmyKtK
Since Cheetah decided to not allow editing, please do not change any of the existing content.
Go do your editing on the EtherPad and post here when you've finished. Post the link so we don't have to go to the first page again.
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