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 Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 4:02 pm
[100 shorts all related to eachother; the timeline, however, is for you to figure out. ] Updates: #2. gonk
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 8:02 am
ooooooooOOoOOooo
Interesante.
Going for an IF You Are Afraid of Heights thingy?
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 10:43 am
KirbyVictorious ooooooooOOoOOooo Interesante. Going for an IF You Are Afraid of Heights thingy? Ah si? What is this If You Are Afraid of Heights thing you speak of? o:
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 6:28 pm
N!NE KirbyVictorious ooooooooOOoOOooo Interesante. Going for an IF You Are Afraid of Heights thingy? Ah si? What is this If You Are Afraid of Heights thing you speak of? o: I need to get back to mine too...
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 7:53 pm
Theme: #1, Introduction
Word Count: 119
"The weight of words is big", says the no-face witch. Her tone is serious, edgy, and while she speaks, she holds a brush forward. "Names are made with words, little one; do you know what that means?"
She shakes her head, and the Witch slowly writes on a slip of paper -- the kind that is found on trees, identified with a wish or dream. There is silence, a silence so thick, the girl cannot help but shuffle, to fidget. On the slip, the word 'fire' is neatly written three different ways; the first being her language, and the last two being something foreign ("nonexistent").
"Words," she continues. "Give names to objects, to people and even places."
The paper burns.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 12:28 pm
Theme: #2, Love
Word Count: 14
And so, Amaterasu-oomikami, the Nurturing Mother, gave them sun-kissed valleys because of love.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 6:02 pm
glad to see you found your way back to the challenge my friend.
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 9:08 am
Theme: #3, Light
Wordcount: TBA.
"You serve me well," the Witch says one day, tipping over her glass. "You will continue to serve me well, but..."
"But?"
"You will be unhappy here."
"Oh," you say, pressing your palms flat on the table. She tilts her head, folding her hands.
"However."
"However?"
"I also see the Nurturing Mother and sun-kissed valleys."
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