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i think so
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something i just ranodmly started typing... should i continue?
Hoof beats echoed eerily down the lone path, winding through the endless labyrinth of age-old maples and oaks, whose tops towered high into the unrelenting, impassive ebony mass of storm clouds above. In the shadows the occasional hoot of an owl broke the otherwise silent wood, but no other sound could be heard, not the soft snoring of an animal in its burrow, or the calming gurgle of a near by creek. It was almost as if the rest of the dark world was merely an illusion, a trick of the mind. It could’ve been, and it could’ve not, for all he knew. Not that he really cared in particular, of course.
Illusion or not, these woods had remained the same, as if waiting for his return, or choosing to forget his existence, and to live only for the mere awe and pleasure of those who wished to destroy their majesty. Even the slightest notion of their destruction sickened him. He would, no, he could not tolerate society, man, felling them down, the same way they had one cut down another, but that was another story, one better off being covered by the endless sands of time and never unearthed again. He hoped though, that in the recent future that would be an issue no longer.
Spurs digging into the thin shell of fur carpeting the, wraith-like figure of the ebony equine, the lone rider continued on, quicker that even the wind rushing by, it seemed. Thunder rumbled dangerously on the dark horizon behind him, and the shadowy mount uttered a shriek-like neigh in mid-gallop, reminding him that home wasn’t too far off, reminding him that Silveraunte was near.
Hoof beats echoed eerily down the lone path, winding through the endless labyrinth of age-old maples and oaks, whose tops towered high into the unrelenting, impassive ebony mass of storm clouds above. In the shadows the occasional hoot of an owl broke the otherwise silent wood, but no other sound could be heard, not the soft snoring of an animal in its burrow, or the calming gurgle of a near by creek. It was almost as if the rest of the dark world was merely an illusion, a trick of the mind. It could’ve been, and it could’ve not, for all he knew. Not that he really cared in particular, of course.
Illusion or not, these woods had remained the same, as if waiting for his return, or choosing to forget his existence, and to live only for the mere awe and pleasure of those who wished to destroy their majesty. Even the slightest notion of their destruction sickened him. He would, no, he could not tolerate society, man, felling them down, the same way they had one cut down another, but that was another story, one better off being covered by the endless sands of time and never unearthed again. He hoped though, that in the recent future that would be an issue no longer.
Spurs digging into the thin shell of fur carpeting the, wraith-like figure of the ebony equine, the lone rider continued on, quicker that even the wind rushing by, it seemed. Thunder rumbled dangerously on the dark horizon behind him, and the shadowy mount uttered a shriek-like neigh in mid-gallop, reminding him that home wasn’t too far off, reminding him that Silveraunte was near.
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Will it be a murder novel? Then yes! Will it be something else? Still, yes!
and yes, itll b murder... (obviously)
Perfect for my mood....IM typing out these bloody, fighting scenens on my computer
What I want to my brother after PUNCHING me......bwhahahahahaha
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It was midnight at the latest, and if not, who knew when. Not that Rictor really wanted to think about the time, during the present circumstances though, it may now be of the essence, but it was also an unwelcome distraction, as he proceeded cautiously down the deserted hallway, handkerchief held tightly over nose. Why, because the dim corridor was putrid with the stench of the decay of human, and in his own language, the stench of death. Death, of course, was then translated to who the bloody heck is responsible for this, and what was his or her motive. That only applied to murders, obviously, but that’s really all he cared about, if a case concerning how the deceased had met their fates was mentioned. He left the victims diseases and old age to the doctors, which may as well have been their area of specialty, for all he cared, even if the doctors may disagree.
Holding his breath, he made his way to yet another of the stair cases in the next to forsaken building. The smell grew even stronger, as he progressed, just as much to his excitement, as to his dismay. Who ever the dead creature was, human or animal, they where near. That was good, and he wasn’t the slightest bit ashamed for thinking so.
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It was midnight at the latest, and if not, who knew when. Not that Rictor really wanted to think about the time, during the present circumstances though, it may now be of the essence, but it was also an unwelcome distraction, as he proceeded cautiously down the deserted hallway, handkerchief held tightly over nose. Why, because the dim corridor was putrid with the stench of the decay of human, and in his own language, the stench of death. Death, of course, was then translated to who the bloody heck is responsible for this, and what was his or her motive. That only applied to murders, obviously, but that’s really all he cared about, if a case concerning how the deceased had met their fates was mentioned. He left the victims diseases and old age to the doctors, which may as well have been their area of specialty, for all he cared, even if the doctors may disagree.
Holding his breath, he made his way to yet another of the stair cases in the next to forsaken building. The smell grew even stronger, as he progressed, just as much to his excitement, as to his dismay. Who ever the dead creature was, human or animal, they where near. That was good, and he wasn’t the slightest bit ashamed for thinking so.
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Icefire plz read, its not a book type a thing, just tips"
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Icefire plz read, its not a book type a thing, just tips"
IIIIIITTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSS FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hehe... with the exeptions of sweeney todd and sleepy hollow... no closets!
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... but avoiding barber and pie shops are also a good idea...
... but avoiding barber and pie shops are also a good idea...
And people with blood down their face.......
... in a couple parts of sleepy hollow, ichabod's face is bloody, and he is a good guy... O.o
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Ashley *Frostpool*, Aww I miss this website.
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I felt like writing this because I am learning about the Middle East and child slavery and how misfortunate many families are. I felt bad for them and wrote an excerpt just to get my feelings out. It is really quite sad.
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2nd chapter! It's short, but I'll update it and make it longer.
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http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...
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Please rate and vote if you liked it!
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...