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♥ Tektek Contest - Win 100k. <3 ♥
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Fri Nov 27, 2009 3:27 pm
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I'm going to try! i find myself good at tekteks, but my comp. is dying on me... (>0< wink
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Fri Nov 27, 2009 1:56 am
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((Really? Thanks~ 3nodding I´m sure you could write a post just as good, though. but where is everyone ? Only a few people posted! question ))
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Thu Nov 26, 2009 12:31 pm
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I cαи'т ғεεℓ мʏ sεиsεs
__________Frustration
Sσ ∂εα∂ ɩиsi∂ε
__________ Watch Out for The Big Bad Wolf
Νσтʜɩиɢ вυт ραωиs ɩи α ɢαмε
__________Running
Sσ тɩяε∂ σғ вεɩиɢ ℓσиεℓʏ
__________In the Village Outskirts
Tʜε σиℓʏ σиε тʜαт cαи мεℓт тʜεsε cσℓ∂ ωαℓℓs
__________ Sweet Bubba
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Violette Rein Wolf walked through the leafy forest, her feet padding across the strewn leaves from the dark trees across the forest floor. Since their cottage was at the edge of the village and close to the forest, she took a special route to the cloth store, where she needed cloth and patterns for her mother, who was planning to make a new skirt for her. She also had to return some books at the village library as well, since it was almost overdue and she didn't want to be fined again. Good Viola. Responsible Viola. Always does what she's supposed to do.
She let out a heaving sigh and wandered through the woods. For a split second, she thought she heard a stick snap. Violette spun around. She wished Bubba was here, her trusted Canine companion who followed her around everywhere. At least he would protect her. A chilling wind blew through her thin shawl, making her shiver. The Tree's whispered, and it seemed the forest was full of sound. Often the forest calmed her, but now it made her feel frustrated. Or scared. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Violette realized this was her first time in the forest alone.
Why did this remind her of the big bad wolf from an old childhood fairytale? Violette tossed her head and briskly walked along the leafy path. crunch. crunch. the leaves sang. Her soft hands gripped the basket. "the wolf isn't even that bad," She thought, "And he was just hungry! Little Red riding hood was just fat." But still, Violette strained her ears to hear the familiar village bustle and chatter. There was some, faintly. She quickened her pace. Sweeping her springy black hair back, she burst into the village, panting slightly. Her face burned. "I must look so foolish, running through the forest like something was chasing me. Everyone knows there's no wolves in this forest." She caught her breath and briskly walked forward, ignoring the puzzled stares of the curious townspeople.
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After buying different patterns of cloth and a skirt pattern, Violette made her way to the library.
She carefully walked up the steep, carpeted spiral staircase; last time she was in the library she nearly tripped and fell down the stairs. She promptly returned her book, but not after noticing a rather short girl, around her age, trying to reach a book higher on the shelf.
unfortunately, she could not reach. Even after jumping wildly and dragging a stool over to climb onto. She fell on the floor with a thump. Violette stifled her laughter and walked over to help the girl up. Maybe she was from school or something.
Awkwardly, Violette stood on her tiptoes and handed the girl her heavy, thick book. After giving her a warm smile, she held out her hand and said, "Hello, My names Violette Wolf. Say, do I know you from somewhere? Anyways, you looked like you needed help with your book." Thats it. straight forward. Polite. Maybe we could be friends, after all.
(( So that's it for my first post. Leah, reply soon! I hope its not too late for first posting. did I do okay?))
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Thu Nov 26, 2009 2:15 am
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I cαи'т ғεεℓ мʏ sεиsεs
__________Frustration
Sσ ∂εα∂ ɩиsi∂ε
__________ Watch Out for The Big Bad Wolf
Νσтʜɩиɢ вυт ραωиs ɩи α ɢαмε
__________Running
Sσ тɩяε∂ σғ вεɩиɢ ℓσиεℓʏ
__________In the Village Outskirts
Tʜε σиℓʏ σиε тʜαт cαи мεℓт тʜεsε cσℓ∂ ωαℓℓs
__________ Sweet Bubba
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Violette Rein Wolf walked through the leafy forest, her feet padding across the strewn leaves from the littered across the forest floor. Since their cottage was at the edge of the village and close to the forest, she took a special route to the cloth store, where she needed cloth and patterns for her mother, who was planning to make a new skirt for her. She also had to return some books at the village library as well, since it was almost overdue and she didn't want to be fined again. Good Viola. Responsible Viola. Always does what she's supposed to do.
She let out a heaving sigh and wandered through the woods. For a split second, she thought she heard a stick snap. Violette spun around. She wished Bubba was here, her trusted Canine companion who followed her around everywhere. At least he would protect her. A chilling wind blew through her thin shawl, making her shiver. The Tree's whispered, and it seemed the forest was full of sound. Often the forest calmed her, but now it made her feel frustrated. Or scared. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Violette realized this was her first time in the forest alone.
Why did this remind her of the big bad wolf from an old childhood fairytale? Violette tossed her head and briskly walked along the leafy path. crunch. crunch. the leaves sang. Her soft hands gripped the basket. "the wolf isn't even that bad," She thought, "And he was just hungry! Little Red riding hood was just fat." But still, Violette strained her ears to hear the familiar village bustle and chatter. There was some, faintly. She quickened her pace. Sweeping her springy black hair back, she burst into the village, panting slightly. Her face burned. "I must look so foolish, running through the forest like something was chasing me. Everyone knows there's no wolves in this forest." She caught her breath and briskly walked forward, ignoring the puzzled stares of the curious townspeople.
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After buying different patterns of cloth and a skirt pattern, Violette made her way to the library.
She carefully walked up the steep, carpeted spiral staircase; last time she was in the library she nearly tripped and fell down the stairs. She promptly returned her book, but not after noticing a rather short girl, around her age, trying to reach a book higher on the shelf.
unfortunately, she could not reach. Even after jumping wildly and dragging a stool over to climb onto. She fell on the floor with a thump. Violette stifled her laughter and walked over to help the girl up. Maybe she was from school or something.
Awkwardly, Violette stood on her tiptoes and handed the girl her book. After giving her a warm smile, she held out her hand and said, "Hello, My names Violette Wolf. Say, do i know you from somewhere? Anyways, you looked like you needed help with your book." Thats it. straight forward. Polite. Maybe we could be friends, after all.
(( So that's it for my first post. Leah, reply soon! I hope its not too late for first posting. did I do okay?))
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I cαи'т ғεεℓ мʏ sεиsεs
__________mood
Sσ ∂εα∂ ɩиsi∂ε
__________song
Νσтʜɩиɢ вυт ραωиs ɩи α ɢαмε
__________actions
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ninja
I am controlled by: Ѵiolette Яein Шolf
You can call me: Ѵiola
I've blown out this many candles: Ϩixteen
I am a: ϝemale
Family: Шolf
This is what I like:
✓ Long walks
✓ The smell of Rain
✓ Sweet Fruits
✓ Romance Novels
✓ The Forest
I hate this:
✗ Girly, Fussy, Indecisive Boys or Men
✗ Dancing Alone
✗ Bugs
✗ Sticky Fingers
✗ Eating Sour Fruits
This is how I am. Take it or leave it: Violette's personality is kind
of down-to-earth, serene, and quiet. She loves adventure and is constantly exploring the woods with her black dog, Bubba. She's responsible enough, and she's not like a rock. Some of her bad traits are that she's very demanding and secretive. As well as being impatient, she's determined to live her life to the fullest. To herself, she's lively.
This is the story of my life: She was born into the little cottage by the side of the village from her parents, shortly after her brother, Shin Wolf. Her parents have desperately tried sparing their heritage identity to Violette, so they gave her as normal life as they could give to her. They pulled her out of school for "help" whenever the full moon was coming. She would wake up days later with no memory, and would proceed her life still oblivious to her true identity. The only hint they had was her liking to Dogs or other animals of the Canine family. They almost forbid her of looking after Bubba. Violette's Parents are thinking of telling her the truth on her 17th birthday, which is coming just months away...
When I look in the mirror I see: 
Oh, and I forgot to mention: She has a Large black Dog named Bubba. He follows her everywhere, and every day when she goes to school he waits patiently outside the gate. At recess she secretly meets him to pat his head and give him treats. This is one of Violette's many secrets.
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1Don’t dismiss this outright as the work of some raving lunatic. There’s some sense to this story, if you’ll just hear me out…
2Look, we all wonder if time travel is possible, right? Well, let me tell you something… it is. I’m from the future, actually. I know you probably don’t believe that, but seriously, I’m from the future. It’s a really great thing; getting to see the past, watching events unfold… stuff like that. We know more now than we ever would.
3Behind all the fun, though, there’s a more serious aspect. We aren’t supposed to go in our own lifetime, and we are NEVER allowed to contact our past selves. Let me tell you, I’m breaking that rule right now. Yes, kid, you’re talking to yourself. Your future self. I’m going to be executed for this, but you know what? I accept that. I’m preventing something by talking to you that is WORSE than death. I can’t tell you outright what to do, because the filters would catch it. This is the closest I can get, trust me. I can, however, send a little message.
4You should probably read the first word of every paragraph, now.
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NEWS FLASH; local police had came into the abandoned house of an unidentified male. the only source of evidence of his suicide is a diary, which is being read by Sergent Kirkland currently. Sergent Kirkland lets nobody else see the evidence for unknown reasons.
"that's what the news say. but for me, I have a perfectly good reason to keep these words of this insane man away from the media."
2AM: I can’t seem to sleep tonight, and writing has always calmed me down. Today has been quite an odd day, It’s been very quiet. Nobody seemed to want to talk today, nobody seemed to want to smile today. I felt different from them, I felt happy. As for why, I am not sure. I seemed to get happier the more I saw them sad, but that’s probably just my mind making things up this late at night. I’m not an evil person. I just want to go to sleep.
"strange..." Sergent Kirkland mused. "so far he just seems like a regular, sane man with sleeping problems..."
3AM: I still can’t go to sleep. All I can seem to do is think of all of the people I saw today. All I can seem to do is think of all the things I did today. All I can seem to do is think about all of the sadness. As for why, I am not sure. I’m not an evil person. I just want to sleep.
"i wonder what he did that day..." The Sergent looked at the door. locked and bolted. "pesky reporters..."
4AM: I can’t sleep. I’m so tired, but I’m so awake. I wish somebody was here to tuck me in, to keep me safe. My thoughts are wandering so far that I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to find them again. I feel so different. I feel like I might have caused everybody to be sad today. I feel like I might have done something wrong today. I feel like I might have ended some lives today. As for why, I am not sure. I’m not an evil person. I just want sleep.
"this guy seems troubled. but why would he cause people to be sad? this couldn't be linked to the murders, could it?" Sergent thought aloud.
5AM: I don’t want to sleep any more. I looked in the mirror. I don’t want to have to wake up ever again. I looked in the mirror. I’m afraid I may have scared people today. I looked in the mirror. I’m afraid I may have been a monster today. I looked in the mirror, and nothing was different. I looked in the mirror, and nothing was the same. I’m afraid of myself. As for why, I am not sure. I’m not an evil person. I just want to die.
"what? does he think he is some kind of monster?"
6AM: I can’t seem to die. I feel like all I can do is write. I feel like all I can do is breath. I feel like all I can do is live. I can’t seem to die. What’s the point in living? What’s the point in sleeping? What’s the point in waking? I can’t seem to die. As for why, I am not sure. I’m not an evil person. I just want death.
"what?"
7AM: Every word I write seems to give me more life, and I can’t help but take it. I can’t imagine how I’m living, but the words keep me alive. I can’t imagine how I’m happy, but the words give me strength. I can’t imagine how you’re still reading, it’s you that keeps me alive. I can’t imagine how you’re feeling, your death brings me life. You can’t imagine how I’m feeling, I feel so alive. You can’t imagine yourself living, you just want to die. As for why, I am not sure. I’m not an evil person. All I want is to live. All I want is you to die.
the Sergent felt a shiver go down his back. "he really is insane..." he muttered darkly.
Dear Diary,
Thank you for reading.
The Sergent Kirkland screamed, loud and piercing.
NEWS FLASH;
an unknown murderer has killed Sergent Kirkland! The police are wondering if the suicide and the murders are linked. no body was found, after all. And it seems that the last person holding the diary was our Sergent...
police officer brown has reported hearing Sergent Kirkland say before he died, "Murderer! Murderer!"
over and over before he was murdered.
strange. strange.
thank you for reading. twisted
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