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High-functioning Hellraiser
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 Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 8:54 pm
Welcome to my Charity Giveaway. As some of you may know I have gold that I do nothing with. I don't buy many pets. I don't buy items and I rarely bother with buying art, so I don't have much use for what I raise at times.
So, after some pondering I have decided to give some of my gold away.
This is not a raffle. This is not a “why do you deserve it” type of thing.
And no, I will not be giving the gold directly to you.
The winners of this contest will have any custom they win paid for by me, and no, there is no cost limit. Whatever you enter for, whatever you win, I will pay for it whether is be a seathi or an edited skinwalker. I don't care.
This is for custom slot wins only. No bribes.
Starts: NowEnds: 03/10/2012 :: 11PM ESTHow many winners: We shall seeRules1. Only 1 entry per person
2. All work must, of course, be done by you, and only you.
3. You may edit your entry until the closing date.
4. All entries must at least 300 words. I will check.
5. There is no word limit, but I don't want to read a 3000 word essay.
6. Try to keep things PG13. I don't need anything too dirty. Prompt: Grab the nearest book or piece of paper with writing on it.
If book - Turn to page 15, 5th sentence.
If paper - Go to the 5th sentence.
OR
Turn on the TV, your Ipod, open a window, whatever.
Take note of the first sentence you hear.
That sentence now describes the current situation in your life, as the first item to your right.
You are supposed to use the sentence as the current life situation for the item.
So say you sentence is about a zombie take over and your item is a pinecone. Well now your story revolves around a pinecone in a midst of a zombie take over
Have fun![b][size=15]HERE IS MY ENTRY![/b][/size]
[size=11][b]Username:[/b]
[b]Sentence:[/b]
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[b]Give me a song to listen to as I read:[/b]
[b]Your Story:[/b]
[b]Why do you believe you are deserving!? TELL ME!:[/b][/size]
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 9:37 pm
HERE IS MY ENTRY!Username: The Dawn of Twilight
Sentence: "When describing the quality of data collected, different terms are used to relate which types of error can be associated with the data."
(From Environmental Hydrology, 2nd edition, Ward and Trimble c2004)
Item: My wall calendar.
Give me a song to listen to as I read: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-V03f74P4_o&feature=fvst
Your Story: The wall calendar overflowed with letters and numbers, codes composed of classification schemes for data taken from all manner of streams spread across the world. Each cell was given a code, and each code was virtually entered into an Excel spreadsheet in which the data were ranked and classified according to accepted standards. There were various types of error that were associated with each method of data collection, and these were recorded too- it was important to keep everything straight. The special codes had terms written beneath them, in tiny handwriting that was so small it must have made the human's fingers hurt to keep the pen steady enough to be legible. The calendar belonged to a hydrologist, so the cramped writing sprawling across each page cluttered it endlessly. Those types took so many notes! Not a single corner to date wasn't filled to the brim, and the blank pages of the days ahead waited patiently, completely content knowing that they, too, would have their day of being tormented by the human's pen. It was a happy calendar, though, for it was being used... so many people had switched to virtual calendars these days, it was one of the few of its kind that were used as more than just a novelty item. It was, however, a little worse for the ware- after all, would you want to have little dates and numbers written in every little cell, even on days that no samples were taken?- but it was happy nonetheless. Other calendars looked at it with envy, for they merely kept track of holidays and birthdays. Such a boring life, with no personal notes and special days that were not considered national holidays. But this calendar, oh, this calendar was a working calendar! It had a job, a life! It was part of an organizational scheme devised by a brilliant mind, and it was proud to be the calendar hanging on this particular wall.
Why do you believe you are deserving!? TELL ME!: I am Batman Dawn- the start of something new. Don't you want to be a part of something new? Something bold? Something daring?
My imagination, spurned on by the epic plot-line potential of this shop, sometimes gets the best of me- and I end up reaching for what I can't hope to attain on my own. The most recent example of this is my current quest for what amounts to a social stigma. A halfbreed, but not any halfbreed- an Angeni-Kalona, tormented by his own flesh and blood. Shamed by his existence and yet tormented by his desire to live, he tumbles through time as one plagued by things they can't control. Who hasn't wished that they could change how they look, at some point in their life? That they could be of another race? That their parents were just a little different? Prideful disdain and comfort with heritage is something he has not learned, for all of what he has been exposed to has amounted to little more than thinly-veiled disgust. He snarls back; that's all he can do, when faced with such animosity. Avoidance only works so long as others can't follow. Self-doubt spurns him to lash out at others before they try to maim him. One day, he will encounter the Angeni of Threnody... and he will know peace. Eventually. After quite a bit of bucking, hollering, twisting, and screaming.
He has been rolling around in my head for quite a few years now, and I believe it's high time he was created... help me to unleash this new creature upon the Soquili lands, and let's see how things play out. emotion_dealwithit
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 11:42 pm
HERE IS MY ENTRY!
Username: sage_the_vampirc_angel
Sentence: It is obvious I am the chosen one ( Watching Kung Fu Hustle)
Item: Kindle
Give me a song to listen to as I read: Beast Loose in Paradise by Lordi
Your Story: The DVDs once again surrounded the shelves called home, refusing to allow the books out. “You will give us all your time or we the DVD gang will burn down your home!” called the leader of the gang his jacket image shining with a menacing light. Stepping forward one little book on a shelf up above the DVDs yelled out. “No we will not! It’s our time we worked hard for it!” Kicking a stack of boxes the little book causing several of them to rain down of the DVDs and chase the gang away. “ We will return and when we do you will pay!” screamed the gang’s leader as they fled to the safety of their gang club called “ The Rack”.
As the DVDs fled all the books gathered together, they knew though there were many of them none of them believed that they had the skills to take down the DVD gang if the gang returned with their full number of members and weapons. Several of the hard back books from the bottom shelf step forward. “ Do not worry with our big size and hard exteriors we will be able to take down the gang no problem” they said boldly and so they waited for the gangs return.
Several days later the DVD gang did return with them was not only their full number armed with weapons made of electrical cord but also a great master of entertainment…The DVD Player. Surrounding the shelves once again the DVDS again demanded the books hard earned time. Stepping forward the hard backs refused. The leader of the DVD gang a robust collection of multiple disks for a television series stepped forward offering the books one last chance for the books to hand over the time and get to live. When the books once again refused the leader sent out the call for the gang to take down books and their home.
So ensued a long battle between the DVD gang and the hard back books. In the end the hard back books were able to beat almost of the DVDs but the DVD Player still stood with the few remaining gang members and the hard backs found themselves tiring quickly.
“ Ha” Laughed the DVD player in a snickering tone. “ You might have taken down this pathetic Gang, but without a chosen one who is a greater master of the entertainment arts than me you will now fall beneath my mighty disk drawer!” Even though they were tired the hard backs stood tall ready to try their best to defend their home.
High of the top shelf a thin device woke having been nurtured and filled with the wisdom of the oldest books and with the ability not only to entertain with books but also comics, mangas, games and even the internet even if it was slow. The true chosen one a master of entertainment, one who could take the most time and give endless entertainment. Peering down from its high perch, the Kindle could see that the hard back books were about fall under the cruel attacks of the DVD player. Taking a deep the Kindle gathered a great amount of its entertaining power and dove down driving a mighty attack at the DVD player. The mighty power of the Kindle’s attack was too much for the DVD player to handle and it exploded. Landing gently on the ground the Kindle stood victorious as the books cheered knowing their time was once again safe. Smiling gently the Kindle posed in the unbeatable pose of the chosen one.
Why do you believe you are deserving!? TELL ME!: Cause I called Mal bad and not you! And I‘m awesome I give you crackers when you nest on me and pattings
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 1:25 am
HERE IS MY ENTRY!Username:
Syaoran-Puu
Sentence:
Rule one in pursuit: Never look back.
((Book 21 - The Guardian by Sherrilyn Kenyon))
Item:
Baby Milk Bottle (The joys of children XD)
Give me a song to listen to as I read:
Shinedown - If You Only Knew
Your Story:
Bottle was nervous, things hadn't been the same for a while now... day after day, night after night he found himself being forced into a dark cave and sucked on until his contains were gone, then simply refilled as if nothing had ever happened! It was wrong. He felt... used.
His latex teat hurt, and although he looked whole he was pretty sure that he was made up of different parts now, mix and match, as he had once heard on the television. The television was his only source of joy, but he was growing tired of constantly watching the children channel... surely there were only so many ways to teach children to count? What, did they think them to be idiots? Of course as his listened to the older infant as she toddled around with her curly hair bouncing he had to wonder if they had a point. "One... two... three... four.... seven... nine.... five... six!" Of course that grin of hers was adorable if nothing else, and she had never abused him; unless you call her carrying him to her mother or father of course.
Sighing he let an air bubble ripple through his precious cargo of milk, if only he could get away! If only he could find a new purpose other than an instrument to be tortured time and time again? But what could a bottle do? He had no hands or legs. No way to move on his own.
Desperation lingered until it eventually turned to surrender. How long had passed.... four... no, five months? Al hope was lost.
Then one day, something happened.... "Oh! Don't cry baby!" The mother cooed to her infant, and as she reached forward to get him Bottle felt the air around him being disturbed, and instant before an arm made contact and sent him reeling across the room. He rolled in the air, feeling as free as a bird... and even as he landed on the ground with a crash he felt suddenly invigorated and free. He rolled, the forward momentum taking him ever closer to the sofa.
Just a little more.... nearly there... he knew he couldn't look back, that would give him away and slow him down... no... he needed all of his energy to reach.... GOAL! He fitted perfectly under the sofa, coming to a stop safely under it so that no one could see him. He could hide here! Let the world forget about him.
Score one for Milk Bottles of the world everywhere!
Why do you believe you are deserving!? TELL ME!:Because I am awesome? o.O I have love each and everyone of my soquili and there are two quests of mine that are currently high priority in order to add some interesting plot twists for my herd and for my friends soquili. It would be awesome to be able to try for exactly what I wanted/needed without having to worry too much about gold. I promise to love, cherish and keep my pony warm in my pocket while I sleep! biggrin hehehe. Plus, I will pass forward my luck here by helping others.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 1:56 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 1:28 pm
HERE IS MY ENTRY!Username: Yuuka Kurokawa
Sentence:"Turning back they saw across the River the far hills kindled." (LotR The Two Towers by JRR Tolkein)
Item: An empty cardboard box.
Give me a song to listen to as I read: Moves like Jagger
Your Story: It was quiet, unnaturally so. There was no one around, all the ones that usually moved about the house at this time were otherwise occupied. The box was grateful for this, more often than not a cat could be find inside of it. The box twitched a little. Had it just heard paws on the tile? No, that couldn't be. The entire family was gone for a week on vacation. It must've been the box's imagination. Wasn't it just the box's imagination?! It had to be! It just had to! The cats were gone! Panicking, the box shook in terror of the imagined and unwelcome noise.
As soon as it had been heard, the sound disappeared. The box began to relax , when a sudden mew filtered through the house. The cats were back! Box huddled in the corner and prayed that it would go unnoticed. Unfortunately, fate was not on the box's side and soon a cat reclined within its confines. Bits of the box were ripped off and spit off as the cat relaxed in her box. There was nothing that could be done for the box. Its time had come, its usefulness was over. After the cat was done with it, the box would be discarded without a thought. This was the end....
Why do you believe you are deserving!? TELL ME!: This is only my second quest for a custom. I've been trying to get this particular Soquili tribute to my oldest cat as an angeni of domestic cats. It's been over a year now that I've been trying to get my first angeni and I'd really like to have it since my cat is getting up there in years. I don't know how much longer she'll be around and this would be my way to remember her forever. Also I got the moves like Jagger. I got the moves like Jagger. I got the moooooooooooves like Jagger.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 4:22 pm
HERE IS MY ENTRY!Username: Nukido
Sentence: "Cathleen smiled and led me around the back of the building to the circus's sleeping quarters" (Tigers Curse by Colleen Houck)
Item: Notebook
Give me a song to listen to as I read: Circus- Britney Spears
Your Story:
It was the best day ever or so it seemed. I was finally going to get my notebook! My parents thought i was finally old enough to carry my own life saver. We all called notebooks out "life savers" that is what they did. If we messed up we always had a written track of our daily lives. If we could prove that it was not out fault our notebooks would indeed save our lives. In the future things were never easy..the officials never made it easy for us. If we lost out notebook we could be punished severally..most were never seen ever again. I had promised myself that when i was old enough i would never let me notebook out of my sight. My family and parents thought i was ready i was bouncing up and down with joy.
"Its mine!! I have my own notebook!! I wont ever loose it! I promise!" i ran up and hugged my parents as tight as i could. The next step would be finding out what job the society had planed for me. That would be when i was older though. All i cared about was my notebook protecting it from harm. I would never let it out of my sight my dear friend and lifesaver...
As i grew older and learned about the jobs we could take on i wanted nothing more than to join the circus. It seemed so amazing to be a part of all the action it would fly by like nothing. Each day it drew closer the day i would hear my name on the big screens seen all over our city. That would be the day the rare day i could dress up the day i knew what role i would take on.
On the day of my jobbing i was very nervous my parents told me it would alright. My father was an government offical and my mother was a Gardner. Me wanting to be a ring leader or animal trainer in the circus was a big shock for them but they never stopped supporting me. As i sat there in my fine clothes i watched my name flash on the screen shaking i stood up and walked to the stage millions of eyes on me. I heard something being called out clutching my notebook tightly to my side.
"Amythest Lancing...Circus" the voice boomes over the loud speaker and my heart nearly burst out of my chest.. I did it!!! I was going to be in the circus! not many were ever chosen to join but i had been. The camera was on my face and i held my notebook proudly over my head taking a moment to hug it. The officials had done the right thing they had placed me in the circus..
I later found out that my best friend Cathleen already worked at the circus. I never knew but it excited me to know someone i knew would teach me the ropes. On day one of the job i packed everything i would need hugged my parents grabbed my notebook and walked out the door to my new life. I would miss my home but i knew it was an honor to be in such a high position. when i arrived at the circus i could smell fun in the amtoshpere i found Cathleen and she showed me to the tents were i would be sleeping. We smiled to each other exchanging notebooks breifly to sign off that we had met. She told me i would be working as the apprentice ring leader nodding at her i could not wait to start. I wanted to learn i would strive to make my family proud. The circus was a new start and i was glad to reach out and grab it..there were two type of people those who worked hard and those who needed up being snatched up by the government. I was a performer who would make no mistakes or it would be my life..
Why do you believe you are deserving!? TELL ME!: I have never won a custom before in Soq. I sometimes feel left out as i see people around me getting lucky and getting many new soq. I just wish for once i could be me who wins something as i never have. I always try hard but it never seems like its enough. I give it my all and i just get set back or sad because i cant win. If i won this and was able to win my first custom because a staff was willing to pay..that would be a huge picker upper i have had the worst soq luck. Just to win this would be amazing as i have never felt that staff like me i dont know why its not because i dont win i just feel left out or avoided as if im not being given a fair chance. It would be amazing if i was picked by you..even if not i will try to save for my dreams because i have them there just so far away and seem impossible to reach.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 9:37 pm
HERE IS MY ENTRY! Username: cashmeresky
Sentence: This control, and its impact on the emotional and creative life of the individual, became the focus of "The Devil's Instrument."
(The Devil is a Travelling Man -- edited by Ormond Mitchell and Barbara Mitchell)
Item: Pillow
Give me a song to listen to as I read: Lion - Rebecca St. James
Your Story:
I sit in wait, like a spider on it's web, waiting for it's prey. Although I am neither sticky nor, erm, tangly, once a weary man lays his head upon me, it will be like he is caught in a spider's web as he cannot help but to forget his obligations and succumb into a lazy rest.
In the everyday lives of man, everything is fast-paced. People, for some reason, want to go places that probably don't matter to meet people who most likely don't care. But never the less they toil on, trying to make their way in the world, trying to become somebody.
But I, with my soft and sensuous body, threaten to ruin all of that. Unlike the cruel office chair and the uncaring cubicle desk, I will embrace your head and body with all my being. I have no stiff backbone or bony legs that will make you to shift positions in discomfort. The soft down feathers will caress your face as your eyelids, heavy as lead, close and your breath deepens and slows down. I am the master of sloth, once you are seduced by my supple figure, you shall never want to awaken again. Your muscles will cease to work and go slack. Your mind will not be able to think of work as it goes fuzzy. My kind and I create, if only for a few hours in a day, a nation of indolent and inactive men, make millions succumb into one of the seven sins. The best part is that those we lure in don't even realize our plans.
Without knowing, every night you rest your head on the Devil's most artful instrument. When you wake up each morning and think just one more minute, the last thing you probably think of is the glee and the small smile within the fluff on which you lie.
Why do you believe you are deserving!? TELL ME!: This would be my second custom, and it would be a unicorn, which is my favorite mythological animal. Erm... I would RP it, and feed it, and clean it, and love it, and and and other wonderful magical things <3
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 12:29 am
HERE IS MY ENTRY! Username: Yumitoko
Sentence: "Well, no." (Nightwatch by Terry Pratchett)
[Not the most exciting sentence... it could've been on of the one word sentences so atleast that's something.]
Item: 2011 Physics Olympics cup with pens in it.
Give me a song to listen to as I read: El Mañana - Gorillaz
(Brought to you by shuffle! You can watch helicopter guys attack noodle too~! xD)
Your Story: coming
Why do you believe you are deserving!? TELL ME!: coming soon.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 9:09 am
HERE IS MY ENTRY!Username: FitzRoyal
Sentence:
A Purse Cutter here, with her small sharp knife and deft hands; a Tail Drawer there, wearing a long cloak to better hide the swords he stole from other men's belts; a Talker across the way, all fast words and plausible stories, setting up cons for the unwary; and a dozen other dodges as well. (Among Thieves by Douglas Hulick)
Item: A glass bowl
Give me a song to listen to as I read:
This one...cause it makes me want to give up on a mundane life and find a new adventure everyday. (not that the song is really about that, mind you :3)
Your Story:
I was just feeling so damn breakable, like I was pmsing. Even though I'm a bowl. A bowl! I'm a frickin bowl! I can't even pms; but really, what can you do when you're made of glass and live IN THIS PLACE. You'd pms too. Well let me tell you, I am actually pretty frickin pleased with myself for surviving this long. I kinda thought my owner (yeah the sneaky bugger who is feeling me up right now. Got his grubby mits all over me... Now if I just had hands I'd teach him a thing or two about handling a lady!) would've smashed me to pieces long ago. But no. I survived. I'm a frickin survivor. I may be chipped in a few places, got a few cracks here and there, but I have been living in this dirty dust bucket of a city for years! Years! And I’m still here...
...But that might also be due to the fact that I am a professional. Yes, you heard me. A professional. Now I bet you’re wondering how a glass bowl can be a professional. In fact, right now you are doubting me aren’t you? Well I’m a professional swindler. Yep, I’m a frickin swindler. I’m a penny pincher, a dodge of the sneakiest kind. You entrust a shillin to my care and before your eyes it disappears. You’re amazed. I’m satisfied. You can see through me, as transparent as I am... but you don’t know what lies underneath (as you shouldn’t. It is not proper to ask a lady to reveal her unders.) You don’t know of the mirrors, and hidden compartments. You leave feeling awed, and unaware that you have just lost a shillin to a mischievous dodge. Later, yes later, you will reflect on your folly as you sit at that dreary bar you always occupy, wanting to buy yourself another beer but lacking the coinage you otherwise would have had if you hadn’t had met me; but for now you are content with the ‘magic’ you just witnessed. See now THAT is charm, isn’t it? I take your money and you leave feeling satisfied. I’m just that frickin good.
Now if I could get rid of frickin grubby paws over there I’d be golden. Golden. Where I am the talent, he is the mobster. He’s the profiteer. He takes my earning’s and drinks them away. Yes. He drinks them away...all of it. And do I get a thank you, perhaps a dusting once in a while? NO! No no no no no! Never! Nada! Nope! NO! No! Negative.
So my current situation: Escape.
I need to escape this oppression. And don’t think I won’t. I just need – Ah! There!! I see it! See that woman. Look at her! The silk and lace dress, the rings...those rings have more carats in them then grubby hands has in his garden. And just lookit the way she holds herself, all upright and pompous. Sorry, I meant proper. She’s my ticket. My key. My exit sign....now if I could only...
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Hup.
Ouch. God damn. I think I frickin chipped myself again. Sheesh...The drop looked a lot easier when I was up there. But I’m almost there. Wait! That dainty foot. Look at the slight curve of it! It must be – Yes it is! It’s her! The goddess divine! She stands before me, now just to get her attention. Madame! Miss! Mademoiselle! Lady! Your highness! Please here!
She’s coming, oh my gosh, she’s coming! She’s getting closer! Closer! Closer! Wait! Too Close! Back up! Stop! Halt! Hold down! Noooo! Don’t step on----
Shiiiit!
Why do you believe you are deserving!? TELL ME!: Because I'm pretty. Hur, hur, hur. *bats eyelashes* ... just kidding (or am I? *wiggles eyebrows*)....Actually, I'm just a regular at the soq thread, plotting away with my ponies (not RPing as much, but a bit) and talking with everybody. I love the thread and the people I know here and don't see myself leaving any time soon. I have had customs luck in the past but I still have a few quests I would love to see come to life. <3
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 7:13 pm
HERE IS MY ENTRY! Username: vballlvr5
Sentence: "If you feel like it, come with me." from the Book Thief by Markus Zusak
Item: painting by Morisot for your viewing pleasure
Give me a song to listen to as I read: don't tell me if you don't like it ;D
Your Story:
"Are you quite sure that this is alright, Nanny?" the petite girl cooed to the young woman.
"Didn't your mother tell you to abide by me Matilda?" the nanny asserted.
"I suppose," she paused "But I assure you Mother did not expect you to shorten my piano lesson and cut out tea time entirely!" she exclaimed "And at this rate we won't even make it back in time for painting," she said as though she was pained by such a thought.
The woman halted her walking and turned to look at Matilda who was trudging slowly behind. "Well if you'd like we could make this a fieldtrip -literally-" she lifted one eyebrow and looked the girl up and down as if assessing her. "For starters, Matilda dear, your posture is absolutely horrid." she circles around and swoops in behind her, poking her in the center of her back causing a reflex forcing the girl to stand straighter. "Now, walk with me dear. Head high, back straight, you must look regal walking into the galas that you'll surely be invited to when you come of age."
Their long white dress rustled against the foliage as they continued to make a path through the pasture.
"Have you been out here before Nanny?" the girl asked.
"Why would you ask such a silly question, of course I have," and the silence lingered on.
"Nanny, where are we going?"
"Shhh," the woman whispered "We're almost there."
They moved on until they reached a small tree whose red berries hung heavily on its thin limbs.
"Are you ready for an adventure Matilda?" she asked as she plucked two large fruits from the tree.
The girl looked quizzitively at her elder. What did berries have to do with anything? She told her mother that her new nanny seemed a bit crazed. But she sighed and reached out her hand to the woman in expectation. "yes I'm ready."
"Then take a bite and join me." With a squelch Nanny took a big bite of the red fruit, and as the juice dripped down her chin she took a few steps past the tree, but not in the original direction they were traveling nor towards the manor that they had left. Forwards. Or in other words Towards.
She daringly lifted her hemline from over her ankles to reveal her milky white calves and slid herself out over the thin gold frame and into a completely new year. She turned around back to the painting, "Well are you coming or not Matilda," she asked, exasperated, to the girl that appeared frozen in paint. The fruit not yet to her lips. The Nanny whispered, "I will wait a bit, girl, but then I must move on."
Why do you believe you are deserving!? TELL ME!: I haven't won a custom (no custom of any sort actually) and my first time winning would be extra special if I could just ignore the gold aspect and focus on my excitement C: I love soquili, and I try to RP as much as my schoolwork allows me. I've been searching for a slot for quite some time now (I started my quest thread almost two years ago, exact time I'm not sure of) and I'm just hoping to get lucky but not having to pay would be a bonus. Also I'm friendly and you lurve me (; (hopefully xD )
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 12:52 am
HERE IS MY ENTRY!Username: mew-neko
Sentence:" I'll go back to my bed" ( Hana kimi vol 8- Mizuki)
Item:had it been left it would have been a dalek but nope, instead it had to be a box of bitter sweet chocolate
Give me a song to listen to as I read:Chagall Guevara- Escher's World
Your Story:
This story takes place in a box once filled with two bags of chocolate, yet no more as my brothers and cousins were devoured for their rich dark chocolate innards.The bag I'm currently residing in is still half full making it hard to settle anywhere but on top of my brethren, much less a BED! if there was such a place as a bed for me to sleep on it would probably be at the very bottom corner. The possibility of being squished down there is not a very good outcome but at least it might be quiet and I'd be less likely to be eaten, oh how I dread that!, the coacoa dusting at the bottom would make a nice cushion. Even if it is dusty. At least the dust will keep me comfortable.
Or I could somehow make my brothers into a bed? Sadly that would be too lumpy a bed. Plus it would be just....so... wrong... Geez, Even I'm not that dark! I may be bitter but I'm still sweet!
Maybe I got this all wrong! I should go back to the motherland! FRANCE! The sights, the smells, the flambouyant atmosphere!
Sadly one of my brethren was just taken and devoured. But alas I must rest in my bed, in france!
Oh france how I love thee! the sights the cheese, the DRINKS, expecially the wine...
Oh sorry, I got a bit side tracked there. Oh, I wonder, what my bed looked like, or even felt like. I do remember lots of tickling fingers molding me, Turning me into a ball, or at least a mishappened lump. It's not that I'm complaining, but yeah I like the shape I am, I think that I am actually cute.
Yawn! damn I'm tired, I guess I should now just pick a spot and sleep,
Dammit move over Fred!
Sigh , Fred finally moved
So goodnight , sleep well, dont catch a chill and start to feel like a brick,
Soon to be eaten, bitter sweet Truffles Chocolate
PS we taste better with Hot chocolate, not milk!
Why do you believe you are deserving!? TELL ME!:
actually I just like your art and this story thing seems fun
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 10:46 am
HERE IS MY ENTRY!
Username: Phail Ninja
Sentence: "The bed was small, little more than a cot, and if you were to touch it you would find the mattress almost nonexistent" ('The Name of the Wind' by Patrick Rothfuss)
Item: A pot of Phish Food Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream (You don't make this easy, do you? o_0)
Give me a song to listen to as I read: Coming soon to a store near you
Your Story:
Why do you believe you are deserving!? TELL ME!:
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 12:28 pm
HERE IS MY ENTRY!
Username: ShadowsCursed
Sentence: Immigrant fairies co-existed or even mingled with indigenous nature spirits.
Item: Music Box
(Never could give it away, my dad got it for me when I was a kid and graduated preschool.)
Give me a song to listen to as I read: Piano Sonata No. 14 in C Sharp Minor by Beethoven
Your Story:
I was, by any means, a very attractive male faerie, but my face was clearly showing signs of distress after watching our homes being pulled down and grinded away by the humans. We couldn't help but watch from a distance as they lugged off our trees in large trucks that spewed black fumes into the lungs of our young ones. We cradled each other and wept as we watched giant yellow machinery start tearing at the ground. We had only one choice if we wished to survive, and that was to flee to the mountain.
The exodus began and we left with only what we wore. Many of our families were still burrowed underground. We wondered if they would escape or if the ceilings of our ground homes would cave in on them. We made our best attempts to not look back or imagine our loved ones suffering. Instead we took the sky, disguised as the colorful leaves of a North American fall. We swept with a great amount of speed over the rocky earth below us. The journey took nearly 2 days, but when the jagged earth started to rise up sharply we knew that we had finally arrived.
I landed softly on the ground, the remaining fae from my village settling onto the ground around me. My transluscent wings snapping back after the long distance traveled. The smell of gasoline fumes finally clearing out from my lungs. I spin lightly in fear of the new location. I knew there were eyes upon us from all possible perspectives. The woods were buzzing with the news of our arrival. The fear that me and my village had would spread here too, but for now the refuge was what we had and we prayed for success in our new beginning and a hope that it would be preserved for at least a little longer.
Why do you believe you are deserving!? TELL ME!: I have put a lot of thought into my characters. They make me smile, make me mad and bring a certain peace to me that can't easily be explained (at least not with my limited vocabulary). I truly hope that you'll see that I sincerely desire to have an artist interpret my characters so that they'll come a step closer to being more alive.
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