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] Date Posted: 00:02:52 04/10/04 Sat In reply to: ....? 's message, "{ Radom }" on 21:37:28 04/09/04 Fri I must be feeling reaaaal creative. ----------- Of course it was cold. It was raining and it was the middle of the damn night what did you expect. She mentally scolded herself as she slipped through the door. Bare feet coming in contact with the wooden planks of the deck out back. Wind whipped down goose bumps crawled up her arms. The thin shirt and pants did nothing to protect her small form from the cold. Moving softly she came out to the edge of the deck. Leaning against the railing that kept the many dogs from getting up on the porch. The moon's glow made the trees about hundred yards glimmer eerily. Something else seemed to gleam through the branches of the ancient oaks. She strained forward, dark green eyes peering closer out in the darkness. For a moment as the figure stepped forward she knew her eyes were deceiving her. An ivory form, of an equine stepped daintily across the rain soaked grasses towards her. Muscles rippled 'neath the hide of the beast as it moved. Like liquid it flowed over the emerald blades. It was unreal, but nothing like the story book Unicorns. It didn't have an innocent gleam to playful eyes. No, those pools were deep murky and ice cold to look into. The spiral that reached three feet into the air gleamed wickedly into the night. The stag stood almost at 17, as tall as some thoroughbreds. But it's build was of muscle and bone. Not the sleek look of the racing breed, nor the heavy set of the draft. It was simple a large horse, sinews rippling at each movement. Something stepped out of a nightmare. The girl moved back a step, ooids widened at the sight. No fucking way was this happening, was the thought running over and over in her head. But then she found she could no longer step back, and was moving forward. Her eyes locked with those of the now stilled animal. Her body slipped over the bars and she drew in front of him. Shivering at the look she found was across his facade. A hideous grin had pulled itself into the eyes and across the jaws of the monster. He kneeled now as she clambered onto his broad back. She grabbed a handful of the moonlight tresses as he rose. Unaware of how she had gotten onto his back. The stallion turned, and broke into a gallop into the woods. A crackle of lightning came from the over-hanging clouds and he and she went back with it as it drew into the heavens. --------- Anyone else tired of the 'innocent' Unicorn thing? Bah. No clue where that came from just started writing. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Author: Diana [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 19:24:51 04/12/04 Mon Whoosh. My creativity level is UP. Anyways. Her eyes glistened with tears as the flames roared before her. She looked up into the velvety darkness and she saw nothing but an endless stream of stars. She lay back down into the grass next to a wooden box full of letters and photographs. She tossed each letter into the fire gingerly.. each letter brought another tear. She should have kept them as memoirs, yet each one brought more pain then she could imagine. So she had to get rid of them. He filled her thoughts once more, so she turned her attention to the fire. She threw a couple of tree branches into the fire, feeding the monster. Brilliant colors of orange and yellow sparked before her pools and she smiled at the thought of his letters being scorched. Her mind drifted back to him. How he hurt her. And how she longed to cause as much pain to him as she could. She imagined him suffering, writhing in pain, tears streaming down his face almost as she had cried every night for him, and a smile crept on her face. There would be no more tears. She dried her eyes and finished burning the memories. The fire was left burning slowly, it's ashes glowing hot red from the heat. It softly lit the path as she walked away. Ugh what a crappy ending. Sorry guys, just popped into my head. Kind of some random literary vomit as Ms. Swagerty would call it. Haha. Creepy though huh? [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Dani [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 19:31:19 04/13/04 Tue Oi, Di-chan, you should post what you and Kacey wrote this morning in History, yes? And why didn't my italics close off in my post? **Checks her posts draft.** Eh...no, it'a all right. Hm. Grr. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Diana [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 18:01:43 04/15/04 Thu Sorry, that really was crappy. I might post the genre story.. I dunno. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |