The Last PageA Poem by Michael ThrowerA stranger came up to me wearing a hoodie that hid his face, handing me a book with my name as the cover.Walking home
from work one night A hooded figure passed me by Eyes hidden beneath the hood A smirk I saw, then understood.
Quickly I began to run past Yet, his grip snatched me way too fast Without a word he showed me a book My name on the cover; I saw and shook.
He pushed the book close to my chest I took it from him in my distress Opening to the very first page I saw in print my life on display.
I looked back and the man was gone So quickly I ran back to my home The night was long and treacherous As I read every detail, my whole life in print.
I read to where I was currently Then noticed something very interesting In horror I shut the book away Seeing as I was on the last page. © 2013 Michael ThrowerFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorMichael ThrowerAzeroth, GAAbout22 years old and a student at a community college. For now. I love reading and writing fantasy and fiction. I'm hoping that by using this site, I'll learn to become a better author and reader. If you .. more..Writing
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