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Hi Everyone,
Hope you are all enjoying the Season and we at bestauction wish you all A Happy, Healthy & Prosperous New Year! My sister who suffers herself from M.E. and Fibromyalgia has entered a short story into a competition today. Unfortunately, she was only told about the competition today! This has meant that she had to write and submit her entry today! On submitting the entry, she then found that the Winner will be the Entry that receives the MOST VOTES which are NOT the same as Comments which are NOT Counted! The competition CLOSES TODAY 31st. December 2008 (thanks Mum!)!!!!! [Our mother is currently winning with 90 Votes????] If you like the Story below, she would really appreciate your vote - * Vote for this story (it′s quick!) "" A Merry Christmas! The lights blurred as she stared at the Christmas tree. Noise equally distorted. Mmmerry Christmas, a day of happiness, joy and merriment? A faint whiff of alcohol carefully hidden by the coffee consumed with it. Body aching, sore, barley able to move…flu? Nobody knew the daily suffering, pain, fatigue, the guilt, the torture. Nobody knew how this had driven her husband insane, thrown her children into depths of depression, nobody knew…nobody! How dare she be allowed the time to wrap all her presents and cards way before Christmas…allowed the time to do it, yet still fail! Fail to get things done that so many working people would kill to have such time. Yet she still failed, how lazy! What a time waster, is what people would say. They did not have to endure the debilitating fatigue, unable to even lift an arm to get a drink to her mouth some days! ‘It’s important to stay positive’ the words echoed around her head. Too fatigued to summon the strength to be able to implement yet another plan, yet another strategy to make her better…to fail…yet again, so much failure; Unable to put her poor family though anymore of this ridiculous torture, she lifted her glass for the last time ‘Merry Christmas!’ as she washed down the last of the medication, which was this time, actually going to finally release her and her family of the painful existence of living with M.E. The lights blurred, the music distorted, finally… a Merry Christmas! "" * Vote for this story (it′s quick!) http://writelink.co.uk/tinseltales/entryDetail.php?id=56 * 6 comments * 12 votes *  |
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