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Melting

    by: Casualty Author IconMail Icon
I was a 20 year old girl with brown hair and brown eyes. What am I now? Not yet, I haven't finished describing what I was before. I was taller than average and a bit of a tom boy. In other words just an average, white, middle class American. Of course I don't know what all that would mean to somebody living on Pudding Island.

Anyway I decided to go onto this Internet Site where you had the chance to become an author but there were lots of things that you could do so I chose to write an Interactive Story all about me, just me, me, me and what other authors could do to me. It was great, all the things people wanted to do to me. At night I had wonderful dreams about wonderful things, then the dreams began to change.

I had a dream that I was a naked dummy in a shop window. A man grabbed me and said, "Is this the one you mean mam?"

The next thing I was being carried and then dumped on the back of a truck. Bumpity, bumpity, bump, bump bump. "Come back you dope, you oaf, you imbecile I'm in the middle of the road." The lips didn't work, no sound came out, who could hear me anyway!

It was a hot day and I was feeling very hot and was sweating, no, perspiring profusely. Perspiring? No I was melting. Didn't anybody else use this road? My face was spreading out on the dusty road and the rest of me was becoming larger and flatter. Would I soon start running? Running!

"Let me out of here, stop this dream, I want to wake up.......wake up......wake up. Please can I wake up now, I hear some traffic coming and I will get run over.”

A vehicle stopped near me. “Is this the dummy Roy was talking about?” a male voice said. “It’s all melted, never seen anything like it. We better scrape it over to the side of the road wouldn’t be good for somebody to get stuck out here. Got a shovel or something.”

“Yeah,” another male voice said. “Pity Roy won’t get his dummy.”

“Yeah, you’re right there Mac, but after all it was only a dumby”, and both men laughed.

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