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Story Behind the Saying
April 8th, 2011
Waking up[/font]
From a fevered sleep[/font]
It's damp and humid and dark[/font]
Smell of death all around[/font]
Oozing from everything surrounding you[/font]
Your breath bounces back at you[/font]
And your body starts to panic[/font]
Blood roaring in your ears[/font]
Fingers pushing against solid wood[/font]
Nails gouging gathering splinters[/font]
But the pain does not matter[/font]
You [/font]must [/font] get out
You mind begins to panic
As darkness somehow manages
To creep around the edges of your eyes
Visible against the tepid black
Of this God-forsaken place
As your hands scramble around
Your fingers find a rope
Not a rope but little more than a string
As you tug with all your might
You hear a chime
Pulling again and again it continues
Until you realize that you have passed outWaking up to see the stars
Breathe fresh air
Feel alive...
Saved by the bell...
Ok, so this is the story behind the term "saved by the bell"
When the fevers came into England, people would pass out and they thought they were dead, knowing very little about health, and checking for a pulse. So they would bury them, but eventually they ran out of grave space, so they would sometimes bring the caskets up and put more bodies in them, but they noticed that there were sings of struggle inside. They then realized they had been burying people alive. So they would put ropes in the coffins to that if someone got buried alive they could pull the rope and sound a bell, and then were able to get brought back of, thus not being buried to death. Gruesome stuff, eh?
Waking up[/font]
From a fevered sleep[/font]
It's damp and humid and dark[/font]
Smell of death all around[/font]
Oozing from everything surrounding you[/font]
Your breath bounces back at you[/font]
And your body starts to panic[/font]
Blood roaring in your ears[/font]
Fingers pushing against solid wood[/font]
Nails gouging gathering splinters[/font]
But the pain does not matter[/font]
You [/font]must [/font] get out
You mind begins to panic
As darkness somehow manages
To creep around the edges of your eyes
Visible against the tepid black
Of this God-forsaken place
As your hands scramble around
Your fingers find a rope
Not a rope but little more than a string
As you tug with all your might
You hear a chime
Pulling again and again it continues
Until you realize that you have passed outWaking up to see the stars
Breathe fresh air
Feel alive...
Saved by the bell...
Ok, so this is the story behind the term "saved by the bell"
When the fevers came into England, people would pass out and they thought they were dead, knowing very little about health, and checking for a pulse. So they would bury them, but eventually they ran out of grave space, so they would sometimes bring the caskets up and put more bodies in them, but they noticed that there were sings of struggle inside. They then realized they had been burying people alive. So they would put ropes in the coffins to that if someone got buried alive they could pull the rope and sound a bell, and then were able to get brought back of, thus not being buried to death. Gruesome stuff, eh?
Published 9th Apr 2011
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10th Dec 2012 8:33pm
Before even getting to the end, I immediately knew it was a story of premature burial, which is one of my deepest fears, besides drowning. Great job on this one.
