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| AikoYumesho | Sep 11 2004, 01:15 AM Post #1 |
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The serene, vibrant hues that flickered over the lush rural area dazzled the unpolluted green grass tips that faintly swayed back and forth in the soothing breeze. A state of yearning and veneration settled on the landscape and immortal harmony swept on through white, fluffy clouds, somehow breaking their coherence of concentrated water particles. Summer had abruptly come to a halt and autumn fluttered innocuously in, enchanting the trees magnificence at its fullest then leisurely permitting their leaves to plummet from their thick branches. The vivid color of flowers that bloomed from their buds whisked away all demise and angst that would be dormant in an insane ones mind. The silence elapsed, overlapping again and again to produce some kind of heavy layer of quietness; at times this stillness would only be interrupted by a sound of a joyful mother bird twittering to her young. All creatures that populated this area of splendor would loaf in the sun’s lavish rays of golden warmth, wringing in their contentment. The fact that a diminutive house stood there, mostly concealed by the shrubbery that dispersed along its sides, flabbergasted quite a number of people. It seemed almost real and blended into the nature that blossomed. This dwelling by far must have been a couple decades aged, or perhaps even a century. The walls were being damaged gradually by the severity of the wind and harsh weather during the winter. The windows hadn’t been brushed off in God knows how long and even the vines of remarkable flora twisted and whorled their way up to the roof and its single, emerging chimney. A slender, winding pathway advanced up towards the houses entryway and emitted a more humble affect to the houses conceited appearance. It was covered with a jumble of pebbles, weeds developing in many areas, also giving the path a dilapidated, sloppy look to it. Adorned at the end of the path, stood the tranquil female, her back facing away from the houses entrance which was a simple, cedar wood door that created a sort of dreariness when you neared it. Its door knob was incised with many bizarre symbols no one knew of. The wind chime was driven up in the wind, divulging its vulnerability to the air of life. The girls flowing, brown locks flung up by the wind as well, both her hair and the wind chime in unison. The wind had picked up and a heavier draft encircled her bare calfs, she felt exposed to the world’s animosity and vengeance to all that opposed it. Her eyes of steel green and tinted blue shone in glee as she relished over the door knob’s stunning etching. Lust and abhorrence began to seep out of her delicate body as she stared at the gorgeous, entrancing knob. To feel the notches of the door knob brush against her sweaty palms, she clasped onto the knob with her delicate digits. They became one for a second, metal grazing against the living flesh, but all imaginations of this faded when the girl trundled into her own dwelling. |
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| FirestormZero | Sep 12 2004, 11:55 PM Post #2 |
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( Others must have been intimidated by the sophisticated language, I'll admit even I had to go over Hooked On Phonics a second time before writing this.) Darren had never considered himself an outdoors person, but when surrounded by such beautiful scenary, he quickly imagined becoming one. The grass was absolutely vibrant, a verdant shade of green. And just barely peeking out from the was a small bungalow. Breaking the silence, Darren felt like a clumsy oaf in the midst of nature's beauty. But he was lost, and needed directions. He walked towards the house, his footsteps desecrating everywhere he trod. He took his hand to the soft wood door, looking down at arcane symbols, perhaps of some religion long past, and knocked. |
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| Hiro | Sep 15 2004, 12:45 PM Post #3 |
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((Ok... I am not that sophisticated in my language. But I'll try...)) Hiro where speeding down the dirt paths on his motorbike. Its sleek black body gleaming in the warm sunlight, the gravel and dirt forming a fog covering the path behind him. How could he say something like that? His own father, speaking like that to him. He knew that his father where his superior according to tradition and age. But for Gods sake! The guy was white! He shouldn’t care about all that honour stuff that my mother raised me with. Ah! I wish I could just… Hiro didn’t have time to finish the thought before an unexpected bump disconnected the bike with the road. Hiro woke up staring at a small cluster of dandelions that where cramped up against the visor of his helmet. *His mind still in an fog, Hiro watched as an spider slowly crawled up the visor. Checking if there was any interior or exterior damage, Hiro rose. By a miracle, he had not sustained any damage beyond a few minor scraps and burses. But looking back at where the bike lay, Hiro felt his heart skip a beat. The steering column had been twisted. The steering bar mutilated beyond recognition and the back wheel had exploded, leaving an neat tear in the rubber. Taking a deep breath, Hiro looked around, there where an chimney sticking out from behind a few trees about four hundred meters away. Starting to walk towards the place, Hiro thought about how he would explain to his father why he, once again, where late for a meeting. |
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