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Post by Ferny on Sept 26, 2008 22:27:30 GMT -5
Alright, so all together we will write a story. SENTENCE BY SENTENCE. Not word by word, that gets annoying. ^^
Alright so basically you start with something random, make the story sad, happy, exciting, scary, etc.
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Sandfur looked around, ears lying back as she peered around the bush.
Suddenly a bird flew out and hit her in the face.
She fell backwards and hit the ground with an oof
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But every time copy the post above you and add a sentence to it.
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Sandfur looked around, ears lying back as she peered around the bush.
Sandfur looked around, ears lying back as she peered around the bush. Suddenly a bird flew out and hit her in the face.
Sandfur looked around, ears lying back as she peered around the bush. Suddenly a bird flew out and hit her in the face. She fell backwards and hit the ground with an oof
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See? I'll start
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The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. [/color]
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Post by Blackie on Sept 26, 2008 22:46:34 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show.
A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street.
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Post by Ferny on Sept 26, 2008 23:13:52 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him.[/color]
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Post by xx the brownster on Sept 26, 2008 23:45:37 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him.
-> The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood.
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Post by Blackie on Sept 27, 2008 0:10:49 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood.
The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. [/size] |
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Post by xx the brownster on Sept 27, 2008 16:29:09 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed.
It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom. [/color]
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Post by Blackie on Sept 27, 2008 16:42:13 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. [/size] |
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Post by Burningwing on Oct 1, 2008 15:35:16 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
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Post by ~All I Need on Oct 13, 2008 13:46:36 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.
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Post by Burningwing on Oct 30, 2008 16:29:52 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.
With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again.
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Post by Ferny on Oct 30, 2008 18:45:58 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again. He once again turned towards the house, this time he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick locking kit.[/color]
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Post by Badgersoul on Oct 30, 2008 18:59:53 GMT -5
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The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again. He once again turned towards the house, this time he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick locking kit.
□ Quickly; the dark shadow of a man opened the kit, revealing the precious items held inside.
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Post by ~All I Need on Oct 30, 2008 20:13:32 GMT -5
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The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again. He once again turned towards the house, this time he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick locking kit. Quickly; the dark shadow of a man opened the kit, revealing the precious items held inside.
□ Knives of many lengths glinted wickedly in the glow of the streetlight behind him; throwing his shadow against the house.
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Post by Blackie on Nov 1, 2008 16:39:10 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again. He once again turned towards the house, this time he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick locking kit. Quickly; the dark shadow of a man opened the kit, revealing the precious items held inside.
Knives of many lengths glinted wickedly in the glow of the streetlight behind him; throwing his shadow against the house.
A harsh, mocking laugh split the silence as he fingered his tools and muttered darkly, "Thaught you got rid of me, didn't you?" [/size] |
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Post by Burningwing on Nov 2, 2008 18:06:52 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again. He once again turned towards the house, this time he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick locking kit. Quickly; the dark shadow of a man opened the kit, revealing the precious items held inside.
Knives of many lengths glinted wickedly in the glow of the streetlight behind him; throwing his shadow against the house.
A harsh, mocking laugh split the silence as he fingered his tools and muttered darkly, "Thaught you got rid of me, didn't you?"
"BUT YOU DIDN"T!!!" Realizing he had yelled a bit too loudly, he looked around quickly.
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Post by Blackie on Nov 2, 2008 18:20:28 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again. He once again turned towards the house, this time he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick locking kit. Quickly; the dark shadow of a man opened the kit, revealing the precious items held inside. Knives of many lengths glinted wickedly in the glow of the streetlight behind him; throwing his shadow against the house. A harsh, mocking laugh split the silence as he fingered his tools and muttered darkly, "Thaught you got rid of me, didn't you?"
"BUT YOU DIDN"T!!!" Realizing he had yelled a bit too loudly, he looked around quickly.
The only reply was the empty moan of the wind and the man found he could breath again. [/size] |
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Post by Burningwing on Nov 22, 2008 21:50:41 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again. He once again turned towards the house, this time he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick locking kit. Quickly; the dark shadow of a man opened the kit, revealing the precious items held inside. Knives of many lengths glinted wickedly in the glow of the streetlight behind him; throwing his shadow against the house. A harsh, mocking laugh split the silence as he fingered his tools and muttered darkly, "Thaught you got rid of me, didn't you?"
"BUT YOU DIDN"T!!!" Realizing he had yelled a bit too loudly, he looked around quickly.
The only reply was the empty moan of the wind and the man found he could breath again. Digging a hair pin into the door knob, there was a soft click as the lock released, and the door swung open to a peach coloured room and the warm aroma of apple pie.
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Post by Blackie on Nov 23, 2008 9:02:36 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again. He once again turned towards the house, this time he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick locking kit. Quickly; the dark shadow of a man opened the kit, revealing the precious items held inside. Knives of many lengths glinted wickedly in the glow of the streetlight behind him; throwing his shadow against the house. A harsh, mocking laugh split the silence as he fingered his tools and muttered darkly, "Thaught you got rid of me, didn't you?"
"BUT YOU DIDN"T!!!" Realizing he had yelled a bit too loudly, he looked around quickly.
The only reply was the empty moan of the wind and the man found he could breath again. Digging a hair pin into the door knob, there was a soft click as the lock released, and the door swung open to a peach coloured room and the warm aroma of apple pie.
He breathed deeply, enjoying the smell while he packed his kit. [/size] |
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Post by Burningwing on Nov 23, 2008 12:25:01 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again. He once again turned towards the house, this time he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick locking kit. Quickly; the dark shadow of a man opened the kit, revealing the precious items held inside. Knives of many lengths glinted wickedly in the glow of the streetlight behind him; throwing his shadow against the house. A harsh, mocking laugh split the silence as he fingered his tools and muttered darkly, "Thaught you got rid of me, didn't you?"
"BUT YOU DIDN"T!!!" Realizing he had yelled a bit too loudly, he looked around quickly.
The only reply was the empty moan of the wind and the man found he could breath again. Digging a hair pin into the door knob, there was a soft click as the lock released, and the door swung open to a peach coloured room and the warm aroma of apple pie.
He breathed deeply, enjoying the smell while he packed his kit. The man stepped into the house, strutted into the hall and yelled. " Thought you'd get rid of me eh? But i'm back from collage, IM BACK."
((LOl, sorry, I couldn't help it. xD))
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Post by Blackie on Nov 23, 2008 19:10:20 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again. He once again turned towards the house, this time he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick locking kit. Quickly; the dark shadow of a man opened the kit, revealing the precious items held inside. Knives of many lengths glinted wickedly in the glow of the streetlight behind him; throwing his shadow against the house. A harsh, mocking laugh split the silence as he fingered his tools and muttered darkly, "Thaught you got rid of me, didn't you?"
"BUT YOU DIDN"T!!!" Realizing he had yelled a bit too loudly, he looked around quickly.
The only reply was the empty moan of the wind and the man found he could breath again. Digging a hair pin into the door knob, there was a soft click as the lock released, and the door swung open to a peach coloured room and the warm aroma of apple pie.
He breathed deeply, enjoying the smell while he packed his kit. The man stepped into the house, strutted into the hall and yelled. " Thought you'd get rid of me eh? But i'm back from collage, IM BACK."
From somewhere within the house their was a tremendous clatter.
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Post by Burningwing on Nov 24, 2008 7:10:12 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again. He once again turned towards the house, this time he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick locking kit. Quickly; the dark shadow of a man opened the kit, revealing the precious items held inside. Knives of many lengths glinted wickedly in the glow of the streetlight behind him; throwing his shadow against the house. A harsh, mocking laugh split the silence as he fingered his tools and muttered darkly, "Thaught you got rid of me, didn't you?"
"BUT YOU DIDN"T!!!" Realizing he had yelled a bit too loudly, he looked around quickly.
The only reply was the empty moan of the wind and the man found he could breath again. Digging a hair pin into the door knob, there was a soft click as the lock released, and the door swung open to a peach coloured room and the warm aroma of apple pie.
He breathed deeply, enjoying the smell while he packed his kit. The man stepped into the house, strutted into the hall and yelled. " Thought you'd get rid of me eh? But i'm back from collage, IM BACK."
From somewhere within the house their was a tremendous clatter. A very short, chubby cat with a snub face waddled over to the man, made a few grunting moans, back hunching over, and spat a hairball all over his leather black boots.
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Post by Blackie on Feb 28, 2009 9:19:17 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again. He once again turned towards the house, this time he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick locking kit. Quickly; the dark shadow of a man opened the kit, revealing the precious items held inside. Knives of many lengths glinted wickedly in the glow of the streetlight behind him; throwing his shadow against the house. A harsh, mocking laugh split the silence as he fingered his tools and muttered darkly, "Thaught you got rid of me, didn't you?"
"BUT YOU DIDN"T!!!" Realizing he had yelled a bit too loudly, he looked around quickly.
The only reply was the empty moan of the wind and the man found he could breath again. Digging a hair pin into the door knob, there was a soft click as the lock released, and the door swung open to a peach coloured room and the warm aroma of apple pie.
He breathed deeply, enjoying the smell while he packed his kit. The man stepped into the house, strutted into the hall and yelled. " Thought you'd get rid of me eh? But i'm back from collage, IM BACK."
From somewhere within the house their was a tremendous clatter. A very short, chubby cat with a snub face waddled over to the man, made a few grunting moans, back hunching over, and spat a hairball all over his leather black boots.
"You know, that's just great." and he produced a gun from inside his jacket. [/size] |
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Post by Burningwing on Apr 18, 2009 17:35:24 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again. He once again turned towards the house, this time he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick locking kit. Quickly; the dark shadow of a man opened the kit, revealing the precious items held inside. Knives of many lengths glinted wickedly in the glow of the streetlight behind him; throwing his shadow against the house. A harsh, mocking laugh split the silence as he fingered his tools and muttered darkly, "Thaught you got rid of me, didn't you?"
"BUT YOU DIDN"T!!!" Realizing he had yelled a bit too loudly, he looked around quickly.
The only reply was the empty moan of the wind and the man found he could breath again. Digging a hair pin into the door knob, there was a soft click as the lock released, and the door swung open to a peach coloured room and the warm aroma of apple pie.
He breathed deeply, enjoying the smell while he packed his kit. The man stepped into the house, strutted into the hall and yelled. " Thought you'd get rid of me eh? But i'm back from collage, IM BACK."
From somewhere within the house their was a tremendous clatter. A very short, chubby cat with a snub face waddled over to the man, made a few grunting moans, back hunching over, and spat a hairball all over his leather black boots.
"You know, that's just great." and he produced a gun from inside his jacket. The man aimed it at the cat and pulled the trigger, and a fine line of water zipped through the air and landing on the cats fur. |
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Post by Meerful on Apr 18, 2009 17:42:38 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again. He once again turned towards the house, this time he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick locking kit. Quickly; the dark shadow of a man opened the kit, revealing the precious items held inside. Knives of many lengths glinted wickedly in the glow of the streetlight behind him; throwing his shadow against the house. A harsh, mocking laugh split the silence as he fingered his tools and muttered darkly, "Thaught you got rid of me, didn't you?"
"BUT YOU DIDN"T!!!" Realizing he had yelled a bit too loudly, he looked around quickly.
The only reply was the empty moan of the wind and the man found he could breath again. Digging a hair pin into the door knob, there was a soft click as the lock released, and the door swung open to a peach coloured room and the warm aroma of apple pie.
He breathed deeply, enjoying the smell while he packed his kit. The man stepped into the house, strutted into the hall and yelled. " Thought you'd get rid of me eh? But i'm back from collage, IM BACK."
From somewhere within the house their was a tremendous clatter. A very short, chubby cat with a snub face waddled over to the man, made a few grunting moans, back hunching over, and spat a hairball all over his leather black boots.
"You know, that's just great." and he produced a gun from inside his jacket. The man aimed it at the cat and pulled the trigger, and a fine line of water zipped through the air and landing on the cats fur. In response, the cat arched its back as gracefully as a cat of its size could, and bared his teeth; at the same moment, another slim figure loped from the shadows with wickedly glinting eyes.
[uhm... this is a really weird story.]
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Post by Burningwing on Apr 18, 2009 18:22:59 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again. He once again turned towards the house, this time he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick locking kit. Quickly; the dark shadow of a man opened the kit, revealing the precious items held inside. Knives of many lengths glinted wickedly in the glow of the streetlight behind him; throwing his shadow against the house. A harsh, mocking laugh split the silence as he fingered his tools and muttered darkly, "Thaught you got rid of me, didn't you?"
"BUT YOU DIDN"T!!!" Realizing he had yelled a bit too loudly, he looked around quickly.
The only reply was the empty moan of the wind and the man found he could breath again. Digging a hair pin into the door knob, there was a soft click as the lock released, and the door swung open to a peach coloured room and the warm aroma of apple pie.
He breathed deeply, enjoying the smell while he packed his kit. The man stepped into the house, strutted into the hall and yelled. " Thought you'd get rid of me eh? But i'm back from collage, IM BACK."
From somewhere within the house their was a tremendous clatter. A very short, chubby cat with a snub face waddled over to the man, made a few grunting moans, back hunching over, and spat a hairball all over his leather black boots.
"You know, that's just great." and he produced a gun from inside his jacket. The man aimed it at the cat and pulled the trigger, and a fine line of water zipped through the air and landing on the cats fur. In response, the cat arched its back as gracefully as a cat of its size could, and bared his teeth; at the same moment, another slim figure loped from the shadows with wickedly glinting eyes. The man lifted his water gun and pointed it toward the figure that was in the shadows, keeping his finger on the trigger.
{lol, yup it is}
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Post by Meerful on Apr 18, 2009 19:21:05 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again. He once again turned towards the house, this time he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick locking kit. Quickly; the dark shadow of a man opened the kit, revealing the precious items held inside. Knives of many lengths glinted wickedly in the glow of the streetlight behind him; throwing his shadow against the house. A harsh, mocking laugh split the silence as he fingered his tools and muttered darkly, "Thaught you got rid of me, didn't you?"
"BUT YOU DIDN"T!!!" Realizing he had yelled a bit too loudly, he looked around quickly.
The only reply was the empty moan of the wind and the man found he could breath again. Digging a hair pin into the door knob, there was a soft click as the lock released, and the door swung open to a peach coloured room and the warm aroma of apple pie.
He breathed deeply, enjoying the smell while he packed his kit. The man stepped into the house, strutted into the hall and yelled. " Thought you'd get rid of me eh? But i'm back from collage, IM BACK."
From somewhere within the house their was a tremendous clatter. A very short, chubby cat with a snub face waddled over to the man, made a few grunting moans, back hunching over, and spat a hairball all over his leather black boots.
"You know, that's just great." and he produced a gun from inside his jacket. The man aimed it at the cat and pulled the trigger, and a fine line of water zipped through the air and landing on the cats fur. In response, the cat arched its back as gracefully as a cat of its size could, and bared his teeth; at the same moment, another slim figure loped from the shadows with wickedly glinting eyes. The man lifted his water gun and pointed it toward the figure that was in the shadows, keeping his finger on the trigger.
"Don't come a step closer, I have a squirtgun, and I am NOT afraid to use it" He warned.
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Post by Blackie on Apr 19, 2009 9:00:53 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again. He once again turned towards the house, this time he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick locking kit. Quickly; the dark shadow of a man opened the kit, revealing the precious items held inside. Knives of many lengths glinted wickedly in the glow of the streetlight behind him; throwing his shadow against the house. A harsh, mocking laugh split the silence as he fingered his tools and muttered darkly, "Thaught you got rid of me, didn't you?"
"BUT YOU DIDN"T!!!" Realizing he had yelled a bit too loudly, he looked around quickly.
The only reply was the empty moan of the wind and the man found he could breath again. Digging a hair pin into the door knob, there was a soft click as the lock released, and the door swung open to a peach coloured room and the warm aroma of apple pie.
He breathed deeply, enjoying the smell while he packed his kit. The man stepped into the house, strutted into the hall and yelled. " Thought you'd get rid of me eh? But i'm back from collage, IM BACK."
From somewhere within the house their was a tremendous clatter. A very short, chubby cat with a snub face waddled over to the man, made a few grunting moans, back hunching over, and spat a hairball all over his leather black boots.
"You know, that's just great." and he produced a gun from inside his jacket. The man aimed it at the cat and pulled the trigger, and a fine line of water zipped through the air and landing on the cats fur. In response, the cat arched its back as gracefully as a cat of its size could, and bared his teeth; at the same moment, another slim figure loped from the shadows with wickedly glinting eyes. The man lifted his water gun and pointed it toward the figure that was in the shadows, keeping his finger on the trigger.
"Don't come a step closer, I have a squirtgun, and I am NOT afraid to use it" He warned.
Unimpressed, they newcomer snorted and started to pull something from behind his back. [/size] |
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Post by Burningwing on Apr 19, 2009 20:36:51 GMT -5
The night was dark, clouds crisscrossed the dark blue and black sky as the stars began to show. A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak with a wide brimmed hat on it's head walked out onto the street. His eyes were narrowed and head tilted down into a strong head wind, his cloak blew wildly around him. The figure tilted his head, letting his soft gaze look upon a light up the street from whence he stood. The light, dulled by use, hung from a little house- the place he was headed. It did not take the dark, tall figure long to reach the house which was barely lit and covered with green vines from top to bottom.
His strides were long, quick, and determined for he was motivated by an urgant desire to reach that house. He silently turned into the driveway, his long strides carrying him by a rose bush that tore at his cloak, revealing a bleach white shirt beneath.
But if you looked close enough, you could spot the blood that decorated the white in a sick, sadistic artist's style.With a furious hiss, the figure snatched the end of the cape off the rose bush, and quickly loped toward the entrance once again. He once again turned towards the house, this time he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick locking kit. Quickly; the dark shadow of a man opened the kit, revealing the precious items held inside. Knives of many lengths glinted wickedly in the glow of the streetlight behind him; throwing his shadow against the house. A harsh, mocking laugh split the silence as he fingered his tools and muttered darkly, "Thaught you got rid of me, didn't you?"
"BUT YOU DIDN"T!!!" Realizing he had yelled a bit too loudly, he looked around quickly.
The only reply was the empty moan of the wind and the man found he could breath again. Digging a hair pin into the door knob, there was a soft click as the lock released, and the door swung open to a peach coloured room and the warm aroma of apple pie.
He breathed deeply, enjoying the smell while he packed his kit. The man stepped into the house, strutted into the hall and yelled. " Thought you'd get rid of me eh? But i'm back from collage, IM BACK."
From somewhere within the house their was a tremendous clatter. A very short, chubby cat with a snub face waddled over to the man, made a few grunting moans, back hunching over, and spat a hairball all over his leather black boots.
"You know, that's just great." and he produced a gun from inside his jacket. The man aimed it at the cat and pulled the trigger, and a fine line of water zipped through the air and landing on the cats fur. In response, the cat arched its back as gracefully as a cat of its size could, and bared his teeth; at the same moment, another slim figure loped from the shadows with wickedly glinting eyes. The man lifted his water gun and pointed it toward the figure that was in the shadows, keeping his finger on the trigger.
"Don't come a step closer, I have a squirtgun, and I am NOT afraid to use it" He warned.
Unimpressed, they newcomer snorted and started to pull something from behind his back.
"Now, now Jerry, don't get so worked up." Said the man's Grandmother, dtepping out of the shadows and pushing a tray of raisin cookies toward him.
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