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 Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 8:58 pm
And the sun begins to set over you, shading the sky with a million shades of red. From deep almost purple, to a light rosey pink. A breeze blows, sweeping strands of you hair from your shoulders into the air. You turn to face the breeze, soaking it in almost. The warmth of the departing sun still strong in your body, you sit in your chair. A leg dangled over one arm rest, your back against the other one. The balcony you perch on, or shall we say veranda, is high in the sky against the house. The long streching field, cut off by forests, moves in the breeze. Like someone running through it, the strands of grass and weeds move together out of the winds way.
Words want to escape your throat, to describe how amazing the scenery looks. Yet, in your mind you also long for a camera. To film the birds sweeping low over the grass in the setting sun, picking off bugs from the air. You long to fly with the birds, to soar over the grass and trees towards the setting sun. Catch a draft amoung the breeze and soar over the world... Yet you sit planted in your chair, watching as the world flys by. You cling to you chair, cursing gravity...
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Damn, its easier to write online then on paper. Hand doesn't cramp up as bad. xd
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 7:54 pm
Oooh mah turn. I wanna continue your story!
As you continue to curse the forces that hold you to the earth, the previously fresh wind turns wretched and foul. You become flushed, and blood streams from your nose and eyes, the corrosive air blasting your skin and breaking capilaries. As you begin to rise to move inside the comfortable abode behind you, thorny, rusty, strong bars come out from the legs and armrests of the chair, wrapping around your wrists and ankles and cutting you deeply.
A small black hole appears in the blue sky, slitting open your serene moment of introspection, and quickly growing until it consumes the firmament, and a slew of demons spew forth from it.
A small, thorny creature approaches you, a grin across its face, as it waves its hand and a small black knife appears in its grasp. You scream and it begins to saw off your hand, bucking about in agony, gritting your teeth so that they chip painfully. The hand drops to the ground.
The demon hops up upon your lap and spews an acidic substance into your eyes, causing you to scream in agony. It reaches toward your neck, and with a rip, your trachea is ripped from your neck and you spend the rest of your pitiful existence suffocating, suffering, and screaming for death to claim you.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 9:04 pm
Oh my.
You can write, but you let it get twisted.
I was actually quite happy when writing that little thing...
Your mind never ceases to amuse me, though.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 9:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 9:46 pm
SS2D2 Oooh mah turn. I wanna continue your story! As you continue to curse the forces that hold you to the earth, the previously fresh wind turns wretched and foul. You become flushed, and blood streams from your nose and eyes, the corrosive air blasting your skin and breaking capilaries. As you begin to rise to move inside the comfortable abode behind you, thorny, rusty, strong bars come out from the legs and armrests of the chair, wrapping around your wrists and ankles and cutting you deeply. A small black hole appears in the blue sky, slitting open your serene moment of introspection, and quickly growing until it consumes the firmament, and a slew of demons spew forth from it. A small, thorny creature approaches you, a grin across its face, as it waves its hand and a small black knife appears in its grasp. You scream and it begins to saw off your hand, bucking about in agony, gritting your teeth so that they chip painfully. The hand drops to the ground. The demon hops up upon your lap and spews an acidic substance into your eyes, causing you to scream in agony. It reaches toward your neck, and with a rip, your trachea is ripped from your neck and you spend the rest of your pitiful existence suffocating, suffering, and screaming for death to claim you. twisted DUDE!!! your my new fave person on gaia twisted
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 11:19 pm
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