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 Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 5:12 pm
Silent Creative Outburts This is my writing scrapbook I suppose. I write random postings that I call "scraps" as these either get dismissed later or turned into chapters/story/poetry later. Real and proper compositions are linked below.
Chatting is allowed in here, but please, try not to spam. Thank you.
Please, read the rules and directions, or your post may get deleted.Rules No Flaming / No spamming. Constructive critisizm please. News February 21st, 2007. - More scraps that became a chapter. - Added Chapter One and Two of BLARK. - Revised opening post.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 5:13 pm
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 5:15 pm
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 5:16 pm
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 5:18 pm
Art
People who really know me know that I sometimes draw stuff. XD I'm no artist though. All of it is usually pretty bad. whee
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 5:24 pm
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 5:27 pm
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 5:32 pm
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 5:34 pm
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 5:36 pm
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 5:40 pm
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 6:17 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2005 1:53 am
Holy jeebus. eek Where the hell did you get that poem at? gonk
*looks for the stuff you've sent in the past* This poem sounds familiar but I can't find it. >.< The only gripe I kinda do have is on the last stanza, I probably would have have added a few more in the wording. ^-^;;
But yes this is not bad at all. Woot!! *puts a sticker star on your head*
Be weary of the star, for the glowing emblem is not afar from ya. blaugh
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 10:01 pm
Hair the shades of tear drenched violets spread across the sheets in perfect solitude. A solitude that matched the girl who slept among it, only marred by the faint curve of a lip as her dreams played pictures of lovely illusions made for her pleasure only. Her peace and escape all built into one figure who roamed there... her treasure.
A fine green mist swirled around the base of the bed, tearing small curls from the wood of the legs, and rose ever slow to the girl. It was as though she understood her peace had changed, for the delicate smile broke and her resting face scrunched into wrinkles of worry. Yet she did not wake as the mist touched her face and whispered dreadful messages into her uncovered ear.
"Lies... all lies..."
The girl moaned gently and turned.
"You cannot hide from them. Just watch..."
A small tear fell, a crystalized drop defining the very wrong of the disturbance.
"There's another. Kill them... kill them all. You will kill them."
The mist swirled tightly around the girls hand, which clutched at the pillows tightly. Once finished a daggar, with a large emerald encrusted to the hilt, was remained to replace the clutched pillows.
"With this you all will forget... Kill every one of them..."
She openly wept in her sleep, seeing images that would haunt her ever waking walk of the day if she had been allowed to...
"Kill your family."
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 10:26 pm
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