| Subject: sorry i dunno if im allowed to do this either but sammymousie i have an example-whatjamacallit post! |
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Date Posted: 08:13:07 06/01/02 Sat
The forest thrived in some unknown fantasy, beating to a simple rhythm of nostaligic proportions. Long elegant timbers in a mix of chocolate and mohogany stood as proud columns, stretching spindly limbs towards the Heavens. Thick masses of emerald leaves blossomed heavily to create a vast canopy balancing well above the Earth's outer crust. The massive beasts dug their toes into said earth, stinging into the powerful soil, clinging quite literally for their lives. Charcoal stones blended with a layer of musky dust against the floor, old dew drops billowing up into a light foggy mist. Dying blades of grass poked through the impenetrable shield. Wild flowers with strong properties clung to slim bushes for protection from the elements. Clover leaves wriggled through the dust in vain. Moss slithered along the trees, gracing only the northern edges, banished from half the surface area of the giants. Lightly etched paths carved cryptic statements through the dense vegetation, throngs of animal tracks raining upon the weary dirt, containing tales as old as time. Inky shadows shifted like wraiths, caliming the woodlands as their home, sinking their obsidian mysteries deep into the enigma. Light was an intruder, banished to the Heavens, and kept there by the cieling of kelly and pine marks. Natural colors embraced everything while the shadows raped them into muted hues.
Winds ripped through the tightly-woven world, shifting like liquid, entering every crevice in search of a warm body to chill. Icy shards stung through leaves and tore past tree trunks, racing like mad dogs through an unseen froth. Crisp, tantilizing scents clung to the anonymous breezes, claiming, clinging, allowing the wind to spread and expand them. Rich floral scents mixed with the burning smell of bark and the clean stench of crystalline water. Faint hints of rotting carrion wafted upon the air in their own beat, shifting in a more unpredictable manner than supposed.
Normalities ran rampant through the solitary exile, save for the lack of sound. Even the winds attempted to whisper as they raked through the muddled debris of the canopy. The forest lacked genuine sounds - the mighty step of a creature upon a matted path, the soft tuned harmony of several young birds, the steady humming of bugs clinging to branches. Void of sound, the forest simply semmed all the more malicious and bitter.
lol, look familiar? wonder why? its the very bestest i've seen in ages! go dudette!
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