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We were thrown in this holding cell, spaced evenly apart I remember it being cold and damp, it was hard to move All I could see was a bright light above us, so bright almost blinding The haunting laughter of children echoed, bad things happened here once The cell shook and we could feel the entire room moving, the prisoners silent with fear With a crash the cell was still, the light was fading Now the light was gone, "whats going on?" a fellow inmate screamed We could feel heat raising from the floor we were trapped to, it steadily increased Some time passed and now the heat was getting unbearable, the smell of burning flesh was in the air Scream after scream my fellow inmates were over come by the heat and burned to death I knew this was the end, as my screams followed the countless others There was now silence as I lay on the very edge of my own end... When I felt the heat being taken form the chamber, and now i could feel the cell moving again The Familiar bright lights gave no peace, and just before my life gave out I heard a woman saying... "Okay kids cookies are done!"
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Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 11:53 PM UTC
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We were thrown in this holding cell, spaced evenly apart I remember it being cold and damp, it was hard to move All I could see was a bright light above us, so bright almost blinding The haunting laughter of children echoed, bad things happened here once The cell shook and we could feel the entire room moving, the prisoners silent with fear With a crash the cell was still, the light was fading Now the light was gone, "whats going on?" a fellow inmate screamed We could feel heat raising from the floor we were trapped to, it steadily increased Some time passed and now the heat was getting unbearable, the smell of burning flesh was in the air Scream after scream my fellow inmates were over come by the heat and burned to death I knew this was the end, as my screams followed the countless others There was now silence as I lay on the very edge of my own end... When I felt the heat being taken form the chamber, and now i could feel the cell moving again The Familiar bright lights gave no peace, and just before my life gave out I heard a woman saying... "Okay kids cookies are done!"
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Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 11:53 PM UTC
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