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 Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 10:38 am
fields of corn that seem to streatch out forever. the stalks grow high and there are large paths inbetween. the corn is all handpicked by alote of farmers.
The corn makes it easy to get lost, or to be lost. it is extreemly easy to hide amongst the stalks.
things to look for-
-delicious corn
-angry farmers
-sharp farming equiptment
-scarecrows
-theifs
-small animals
-deer
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 6:18 pm
smoke can be seen rising from the middle of the cornfield the smell of food and the chance to rob attracts the strange crowds within.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 10:37 am
-kapow was running throw the fields then she suddenly stopped to take a breath and said outloud to herself between gasps of air-
if i remember correctly this is where the pirates jump out to kill me in my dream
-she got in her fight posistion, she stood there for about 10 minutes before she relised no one was coming-
hm -she said to herself as she stood there slightly disapointed-
well if theres no pirates- -she was suddenly cut off by a large piece of wood coliding with the back of her head, she shot throw the shoots of corn so fast that she nearly cut a path.-
-she groand and stood to her feet, directly in front of her was what apeard to be a demon in scare crow clothing.- -it was leaning agienst an old fashion rake with a big grin on its face, though that is almost the only thing you could make off of its face because its skin was pitch black and it had no eyes-
-kapow stood there stareing at first, then it suddenly daund on her to get in her fighting stance, though the scare crow still stared at down at her with its same smile shown throw razor sharp teeth-
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 11:06 am
-Clare had always hated cornfeilds, but had to enter this one on a journalist attempt for a magazine. She crept in, silently and looked left and right to watch for anyone, but couldn't see anyone.- Pheww, that's good. -She said, and rand forward, crushing the corn in her feet. She heard a large whine and screamed. She looked under her feet and wandered round to look for a weapon. She found a pitchfork about 5 metres away, so she picked it up and held it to her chest, frightened but feeling safer than before. HELLO ? -She shouted, but there was no answer so she ran quicker. A man charged right into her. He had brown trousers on, with a checked shirt anda corn strand in his mouth. He had grey hair with a small beard and was holding a sharper pitchfork. He screamed in a strange voice and ran for her. She screamed too and ran back over her tracks, ruffling the corn even more. Another man, very similar was behind her.. There was no use in running.. She was trapped...
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