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#102
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:15am
The girl squinted, seeing if she could possibly recognize the figure on that lone corner, but to no avail. The figure did not move. A soft wind picked up, and blew the clock of the figure gently. the firgure remained hooded and shrouded in darkness.
Suddenly, it was three feet closer. The little girl blinked, wondering if this was a figment of her imagination, or a real threat. Suddenly, the shrouded figure was 5 more feet closer. The little girl could see the old, frayed cloak rippling in the wind as the figure moved closer to her.
Suddenly, it was three feet closer. The little girl blinked, wondering if this was a figment of her imagination, or a real threat. Suddenly, the shrouded figure was 5 more feet closer. The little girl could see the old, frayed cloak rippling in the wind as the figure moved closer to her.
Real men are tenors.
#103
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:16am
I'm scared.. DON'T DIE LITTLE GIRL! BE BRAVE!
"Someone please tell me- when the hell did gravity become the enemy? How has an essential force of nature, something that makes it possible for life to even exist on this planet, come to deserve the scorn and hatred of every teenage girl with no head voice?"- Broadway Matt
#104
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:16am
I'M SCARED! RUN, CHILD, RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Updated On: 8/16/04 at 12:16 AM
#106
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:19am
A large lump suddenly formed in the little girls throat. Sure, living onthe streets brought her many threats, but none as odd or mystifying as this. As the figure came closer and closer, instinct told the little girl to run. Run as fast as possible, away from here, and to not return. But fear or curiousity held her there.
The figure was standing next to her, as sudden as a lightbuld going off. The little girl jumped, but remained quite silent. She could hear the creatures ragged breathing as it loomed over her.
Should I go on?
The figure was standing next to her, as sudden as a lightbuld going off. The little girl jumped, but remained quite silent. She could hear the creatures ragged breathing as it loomed over her.
Should I go on?
Real men are tenors.
#107
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:19am
Insomniak, how are you so fearless?
"Someone please tell me- when the hell did gravity become the enemy? How has an essential force of nature, something that makes it possible for life to even exist on this planet, come to deserve the scorn and hatred of every teenage girl with no head voice?"- Broadway Matt
#108
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:22am
The creature made no further movement, and the little girl didn't either. For many moments, they stood there, in silence. the only sound that peirced the night was the creatures heavy gasps and the odd hooting of an owl.
The creature made a small move, and the little girl flinched. To her, the end was near. She had ignored instinct, and the God's were going to punish her. But then something happened that she did not expect.
Should I go on?
The creature made a small move, and the little girl flinched. To her, the end was near. She had ignored instinct, and the God's were going to punish her. But then something happened that she did not expect.
Should I go on?
Real men are tenors.
#109
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:22am
I'm not. I need someone to hold me... it's so dark out here... *holds head up* But I can do it. I can take care of myself.
#110
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:22am
Yes, go on!
"Someone please tell me- when the hell did gravity become the enemy? How has an essential force of nature, something that makes it possible for life to even exist on this planet, come to deserve the scorn and hatred of every teenage girl with no head voice?"- Broadway Matt
#111
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:25am
I think the mysterious figure is Delphine, back to haunt me after what I ACCIDENTALLY did on the Adam thread.
#112
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:25am
"Help....me."
The creature gasped in between each word, as if it was difficult to say. His accent was odd to the little girl. Almost....alien to her.
His hand slowly moved to the inside of the cloak, and pulled away. When he pulled it away, the little girl saw a deep purple substance covering his hand.
Blood. He was bleeding purple blood.
The creature gasped in between each word, as if it was difficult to say. His accent was odd to the little girl. Almost....alien to her.
His hand slowly moved to the inside of the cloak, and pulled away. When he pulled it away, the little girl saw a deep purple substance covering his hand.
Blood. He was bleeding purple blood.
Real men are tenors.
#113
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:26am
*Hugs insomniak*
"Someone please tell me- when the hell did gravity become the enemy? How has an essential force of nature, something that makes it possible for life to even exist on this planet, come to deserve the scorn and hatred of every teenage girl with no head voice?"- Broadway Matt
#114
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:27am
Wait, I thought the creature was me!!! I'm not a man!
Updated On: 8/16/04 at 12:27 AM
#115
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:28am
Wow, he needs more oxygen in his lungs. Blood goes blue and purple without it, that's bad for you. Red is healthy and full of good stuff. *thinks about it*
Is the mysterious figure a smoker?
Is the mysterious figure a smoker?
#116
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:29am
The girl was so shocked at the sight of purple blood, she noticed almost nothing else. Like the fact that his hand was a deep maroon color, with 1 extra finger. She also did not look up, did not see the deep amber eyes peering into the darkness, although they were glazed with pain. She didn't notice his abnormally long face, or the lack of eyelashes.
She just knew she had to help him.
She just knew she had to help him.
Real men are tenors.
#117
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:29am
It's CHRISTOPHER WALKEN!
BSoBW2: I punched Sondheim in the face after I saw Wicked and said, "Why couldn't you write like that!?"
#119
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:30am
AHHH CHRISTOPHER WALKEN!
"Someone please tell me- when the hell did gravity become the enemy? How has an essential force of nature, something that makes it possible for life to even exist on this planet, come to deserve the scorn and hatred of every teenage girl with no head voice?"- Broadway Matt
#120
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:31am
*stifling a yawn*
I have an early morning tommorrow... I may be heading back to my tent soon. But I'd hate to miss the story.
I have an early morning tommorrow... I may be heading back to my tent soon. But I'd hate to miss the story.
#121
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:32am
I have an early morning too. Goodnight all!
#122
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:33am
Night Delphine!
Anyone else? I hate being the only one to leave, makes me feel like I'm missing so much.
Anyone else? I hate being the only one to leave, makes me feel like I'm missing so much.
#123
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:33am
Aww no one's staying for my story... but g'night Delphie.. do you mind if I call you Delphie? 
"Someone please tell me- when the hell did gravity become the enemy? How has an essential force of nature, something that makes it possible for life to even exist on this planet, come to deserve the scorn and hatred of every teenage girl with no head voice?"- Broadway Matt
#124
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:35am
Delphie! I like it.
Delphie, now that we're friends...
Delphie, now that we're friends...
#125
Posted: 8/16/04 at 12:35am
*chuckles* Sum ,good guess, but no.
They ran down the empty sidewalk, into the dark alley the little girl called her home. She dove into her box, to find anything that could stop the bleeding. she didn't notice the ragged breathing had stopped, or the wide smile on the creatures long face. The little girl turned around, holding a ragged peice of blanket.
"This is all I have, but maybe-"
Her last sight of her lonely earth was the cement brick wall, as the creature grabbed her with unusually strong arms, picked her up, and swallowed her. Whole.
The creature sighed, licked his lips, and smiled contentedly. And he dissappered in a flash, to find another poor soul to feed on.
They ran down the empty sidewalk, into the dark alley the little girl called her home. She dove into her box, to find anything that could stop the bleeding. she didn't notice the ragged breathing had stopped, or the wide smile on the creatures long face. The little girl turned around, holding a ragged peice of blanket.
"This is all I have, but maybe-"
Her last sight of her lonely earth was the cement brick wall, as the creature grabbed her with unusually strong arms, picked her up, and swallowed her. Whole.
The creature sighed, licked his lips, and smiled contentedly. And he dissappered in a flash, to find another poor soul to feed on.
Real men are tenors.
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