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 Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 6:33 pm
Welcome back, Cheshire~
.. What did you do?
You should consider publishing something, you know. You have great potential.
I'm overtired, though.. =/
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 6:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 6:34 pm
 Λυтυмηღ---------
Captured by the solitude of times past∥
Seasons change but these memories die cast∥
Autumn colors on a schoolroom wall dance∥
Brighten young and old with every glance∥ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
-Nuzzles- Get some sleep then, silly girl ♥
And Eno, yes. Have a lot of people join.
I can see you even being featured in the immediate future.
And Eno, I'd like to add something. To be an artist already means you have a skill for concepts. You can see things before they are created.
That same skill coincides with literature. Without a great plot, which you are blessed with the ability to create.
A story is nothing but gibberish. You do deserve the complements, and I think you should be less bashful.
(And it takes a lot to grab hold of my writing voice, as you can probably tell I don't tend to use words like this. It also lacks emoticons..)
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------ღ∥The smell of burning leafs perfume the air
∥Children frolic in piles raked up with care
∥So glad Mother Nature sure knows what to do
∥With sweet autumn’s colors just for me and you
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 6:34 pm
Yes but NO attaching my name to it. >//>
Well... thank you, Jack... *speechless*
Kelbel I just said I can't finish the stories beyond concept... ;^^
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 6:35 pm
[Its a basic kingdom story.]
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 6:36 pm
'Twas what I said, Cheshi... cliche.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 6:36 pm
But then what fun is that, Brother? =w= I might not even have it anymore...
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 6:37 pm
-Points to previous post, puffs out a light yawn-
O-v-e-r-t-i-r-e-d.
(That was beautiful, Jack. Wao.)
Short story, then?
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 6:38 pm
I know you would spread it around if it had my name Kaddy... ;=w=
I'll tektek for you if you needs it.
That's so open ended it would have to be a long story, Kelbel. I could try a short story but they're never as good...
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 6:38 pm
[I think you should cut you kingdom numbers in half or you would need about 28 people or more to participate.]
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 6:40 pm
28 People or more? There's only 10 main people... their kingdoms are abandoned, they're all cooped up in a castle save the Rogue Prince...
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 6:40 pm
So confused now.. -blinks- Kadi explain to me?
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 6:41 pm
[Is this a story or an RP?
If its an RP are you restricting it?]
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 6:41 pm
This is what I've been writing for my English project; and like I said.
It was thanks to you that I was given ideas Eno. I can't call it Pays Marveilleux, nor can I say it takes place in an asylum. But the Alice concept, the average girl with the world against her. The nut bars and mystery.
All you.
The young girl sat on her bed with a sigh. The dreary days in this orphanage had finally begun to take toll on her psyche. Oh how she wished life were like the story books she’d read. Snow White, or Sleeping Beauty. To live in a mad world of wonder and excitement, and when she had gotten there, she would be queen.
In this world there would be no rules, no nanny or nurses to bother her, or say she couldn’t. She would be who she wanted to be, do what she wanted to do. Not only that, everyone would play with her. She would be invited to tea under a bluer sky than she’d known. The animals would be clad is silk and lace while they spoke over biscuits and scones. And in the meadow, the flowers they would dance and sing as the wind chilled them down to their bones.
Alice snapped out of her fantasy, in reality she would have to live in this dingy old room until she was swept away to an asylum somewhere. She had been living here for quite some time. As far as she knew, it was her entire life. Despite all of this, every day became increasingly more difficult to cope with. At her age, adoption was a near impossibility. She was too old to fit into a new home properly, and too young to be on her own.
Black-grey clouds begun to twist and turn outside the girl’s window. Upon each peak there appeared to be faces, each adorned with it’s own grimace. Drip, drip. Damn, it was raining again. Typical British weather. It seemed like Alice would be forced choke down this stuffy air for another day. It reeked of stale bread and linoleum tiles. To her, it seemed too manufactured. Lightning struck the gravel road outside and the rain began to pour in loud thuds against the glass.
Alice became sick of the dull grey hues and stale air. She decided the best way to get her mind off of the dark edginess was to explore what the building had to offer. So out the door she skipped leaving her bedroom behind.
The walls were filled with pictures of old men and woman with upright sophisticated composures. This hallway in particular had the photos progress with age as she went on. They were people who were all too fancy to have lived here at any point in their lives. They had to have been some of the kind individuals who made donations to this — ‘lovely’ establishment.
Wooden doors with golden bulbous knobs separated the pictures from each other. Those were the rooms given to the orphans who lived there. The rooms were small but they came in abundance. However, at the end of this hallway, in the very back, there was one door that stood out. The wood was a darker red color and the knob was more or less a handle. It appeared to be intricately carved vines and leaves which looked realistic and full of life.
Alice had seen this door before, but prior it had always been locked. Come to think of it, she had never seen anyone open it either. But today, something compelled her to try. More than anything, Alice wanted to open that door.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 6:44 pm
Wow... that came out of my idea? Seriously?
It's an RP, I have no idea whether or not I'm restricting it Cheshi.
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