I wonder if anyone is reading anybody else's.
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A girl stood alone at the end of the Hallway. Behind her was an open door; a room filled with her life. She looked nervously ahead, with wonder of what would come.
Her grey tattered clothes matched the decor of the Hallway; a long stretching road into the unknown. She couldn't see the exit from here, but it looked dark.
The girl took a tentative step forward and headed down the corridor. To her left hung paintings of people she couldn't remember and places she may never have seen. To her right the walls were bare; save an occassional window boarded shut to keep everything out.
As she walked it seemed as if the paintings would move, but she dared not look for fear of remembering. All she knew was that she had to keep moving. She must never return to the room which had held her life.
The boards on the windows seemed to be cut from dead trees who had never reached their prime. As if they were poisoned and pulled from a mortal realm into this unknown. At each step the Hallway seemed to groan with a low, deep rumble. It was content with her presence; but the lingering voice remained in the back of her mind: "keep moving."
Further along she spotted other people dawdling down the corridor; their grey rags melting into the background like her own. "All colour must stay behind. There is no room for happiness ahead."
Some of them looked scared or uncertain. Some would glance at the paintings and become transfixed in who they saw behind the oils. But on she marched, down the straight Hallway with fading light and no sound; ignoring all of those that she passed.
At one point something seemed to catch her eye as if it had leapt from quicksand and shouted in a plea of life: "Don't you remember me?" She wanted to. Oh, how she wanted to.
The painting showed a young girl behind the wheel of a car; a gentleman at her side. They were happy and looked in love.
Suddenly the oils began to move and shift in their frame; the picture had become a film that only she could see. The car was moving at ridiculous speeds across the road; it's passengers laughing with glee. Didn't they realize they could get hurt? Didn't they know how dangerous that-
A roar from deep within the floorboards of the Hallway rose up and shattered her thoughts just as she realized who this girl was. As if on cue the car swerved to avoid something and skidded, flipping over and over and finally slamming down into a small brick building.
The Hallway screamed in anger causing the nearby painting to shake on their hooks. The niggling voice in the back of her mind was screaming in unison: "Keep moving! Do not remember!"
The girl looked away and hurried down the corridor, but the rumblings were just getting heavier. She couldn't shake that image of the twisted metal and stolen lives. There was no chance the two lovers could have made it out of there in one piece. At least she knew the girl hadn't.
As she rushed past another Traveller they turned to her and spoke, but the sound was snuffed out before it even reached their lips. The girl ignored them and started to sprint down the Hallway.
There was a faint light at the end but it's source couldn't be seen. That's where she had to go. Almost as if the Hallway realized she wasn't focusing on the memories; it quietened down. Still grumbling like a spoilt toddler it seemed to be watching her from all sides.
Just as she stepped into the blinding light, the Hallway stopped its noises. The thrashing thoughts in her mind calmed down. Everything stopped. Everything was silent.
Everything was gone.[/quote]
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Not bad, in fact I quite liked it. In answer to your question I don't many people are reading the other stories, though I'am as I have taken a genuine interest.