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 Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 8:25 pm
So i have been injected with an insteresting idea. So this is how it goes down hommies. We as in together, (Ah just inhale the togetherness, so heart warming and s**t.) Write a story. Just write a few snippins of something then cut off for the next person to fill in.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 9:00 am
Alrighty then!!! *starts to breathe deeply* Screw that. I don't like breathing in deeply!!! scream lol. Ok. When can I start writing?
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 12:49 pm
I like the idea no wonder why i love you so XP
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 3:46 pm
Awesome idea! It's gonna be so random, though!~ XD
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 2:00 am
obviously x-x because no one has started writting...... geez. I will take charge and lead the sheep over the cliff then. alright well this is going to be longer then expected and feel free to butcher it.
Death was there; I could smell it. Damp, Humid, Suffocating, always with it's fingers inches away from the entrance to my soul. Threatening to condemn me. I knew this feeling well. Coated in a suit of sweat, petrified, I was genuinely scared though I knew the outcome. it was always the same haunting outcome. every night death would come for me. Every night death would leave with another innocent. payment for whatever it was that I had become. payment for this deal with death. I awoke with a...
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 12:26 pm
stange feeling, almost as though something was lodged in my thoat, and i knew something was not right. As I opened my eyes, he, my master, stood over me, only to be revealed as a black figure far above mine. I wanted to scream, only wishing it was a dream but no sound could escape from my lips. He smirked at his power over me enjoying the power and smell of fear....
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 7:56 pm
I flew out of my bed so fast my torso beat my legs to it. My face hit the floor as my lower half tumbled on top of me. I was blind suddenly as my blinkets followed in suit, making a welcomed tent seperating me and my master, though useless it was. I pushed myself from the ground, backing away to a wall and sticking to it flat and straight. I tried to ask what he was doing here, what he wanted, why he tormented me. My cold dry lips could only tremble and keep their silence, even when my old master began to...
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 8:49 pm
Grin, a grin that etched itself from one ear to the other. He offered a chuckle. This sent shivers down my spine. Dark loomed in a cloud over him threatening to engulf me as well. Malicious intent glinted in his eye. It was suddenly clear that Death had a mark for me. Stiffly I managed to pry myself from the walls suface. Death sure had one well of a wake up call. Reluctent to walk over......
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 11:19 am
I had to, he streched his large, pale hand out tword me. With each step my reality became darker and darker, that there was going to be no easy way out of this. I wanted to scream with all the tension that was building up inside, yet still no noises would escape. My heart fluttered as I....
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 12:54 pm
Began to whimper softly. I stood in front of him, my head bowed. I watched his out streached hand come closer and closer to my face. I held myself strong, knowing that if I winced away from his touch, the beating would on be worse. He held my chin, and pulled my gaze to his. That grin, that horrible grin. He pulled me against his body sharply, and whispered into my ear, "Why do you fear me so, my little precious?" His voice sounded so soothing, so safe. I just wanted to wrap it around myself. His nails stroaked the back of my neck softly, sending chills down my spine, bringing me back into reality. He was not warm. He was not safe. I had to keep my senses sharp. I bit my bottom lip as he...
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 8:53 pm
...kissed my head sweetly. Could he taste my sweat? I prayed he could not, but to whom I prayed was not even known to me. My master slowly grasped my shoulders, lovingly, fatherly, and pushed my softly away from his body. With all the reluctancy a person can have, I gazed upwards into his eyes. They were gleaming and shiny, too shiny, like some horrid beetle shell. The had a soft blue glow that gave me visions of morning skies, deep seas, and all the paintings of heaven. Yet the longer I stared, the more I saw that glow die out, and what was left was a sickly yellow, something sultry and deadened, like the fumes of the deepest hole in hell. With the softest voice, my master asked me...
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