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....could u, pretty pleez w/ those sprinkley things on top, include my contributions ?
I mean I did introduce u to Ad Reinhardt & everythng.
The knight smiled sleepily, nodding, unaware of the danger he was placing himself in. Ivy crashed into his consciousness again, "Wake up, it's a trap!!!", she screamed. The knight smiled again. A trap. How quaint. He would never be trapped. Too good, too strong. He did not consider that he would thrice have paid the ultimate price if it had not been for friends along his journey. Suddenly a grasp on his throat slammed him against the wall of consciousness. "You are trapped by yourself as well" chuckled the voice. "Although you will not live near as long as your friend Ivy. Don't worry, she will eventually die too, but first you will die, because pride and arrogance are far greater mistakes than even hatred and anger...so...what do you say now? Rowan, prepare thyself for death..."
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...and finally dissipated to nothing. Blissful silence. Rowan the knight inhaled slowly and deeply, and for a brief moment basked in a feeling he had never felt before. An intoxicating sense of empowerment coursed through his veins and he rose to his feet a new man. 'Quickly Ivy, we must leave this place. There is a kingdom to be saved and you and I shall be the ones to save it.' They hurried away in the fading sunlight towards the forest of friends and foes, through which lay the treacherous path to the Kingdom of Arundale. As they made their way Rowan reflected that he knew not why he had been filled with the beautiful song of the loch. Things may not have turned out so well, he mused, had he selected his usual karaoke favourite, Mull of Kintyre. He pushed the thought aside and his fingers gently gripped the handle of his sword as the dark outline of the forest grew larger on the horizon...
The being behind them chuckled. For the blackness was far from gone. It had let Rowan go, yes. However, it had no intention of losing this battle. It's fingers were the branches of the trees in the deepest part of the forest. It's eyes were in every shadow. It's mouth was every screech and howl that came in the knight. It's heart was pure wickedness. It became the forest.
As Rowan and Ivy walked along, they discussed the time in the castle, which had helped them realize faults in themselves. Rowan however, had not entirely lost his sense of pride which had nearly cost him his life. He exulted secretly in his victory over the blackness which had freed them. In himself, he gave the credit for the triumph to his tenacity and quick thinking, although it was no doing of his.
Ivy had different thoughts. She mourned the hatred that had ensnared her and longed to be free of it. As a child, she had lost her parents to an evil and maniacal assaulter who had afterwards taken his own life. What she longed for was revenge, revenge. "No!" she said quietly."Not anymore. Never again will I be trapped in such hatred!"
The being chuckled again as the first part of the forest closed in on them...
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The being chuckled again as the first part of the forest closed in on them...
Ivy stopped to eat some black forest ham, handfeed Toto some lit firecracker snacks, & hum that one heartfelt satanic-gospel hit about three....
. I'll shut up now.
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...bubbling, frothing pit of lava. As she tumbled her eyes closed, accepting her fate. Then, from the trees at great speed flew an enormous black vulture. It swooped into the fiery pit, grabbing Ivy with its talons mere inches from disaster then circling upwards to deposit her safely on the ground next to Rowan. Ivy opened her eyes and the pair stared at the vulture in stunned silence. 'Good evening', it said. 'I am Brian, aerial guardian of the forest. You should have told me you were coming, I would have shown you a safer way'. He laughed heartily. 'Come, follow me and step softly. There are many dangers lurking here for the uninitiated'. The pair followed him through the trees for several miles until finally they emerged into a large circular clearing. Music and laughter filled the air and all around were the animals of the forest, eating, drinking and dancing. As they one by one noticed the humans in their presence they fell silent. Brian stepped forward...
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sacsacm8 wrote:
I thought you were going to "shut up now"?
....sorry bagbag#, I just couldn't help it....pleez 4give the child-n-me 
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(#148) Rowan was confused, and asked, "How do you know this?" And Brian turned to him, his eyes warm. "Well," He began, "Long ago, there lived...."
....a man who could lite up a room w/ his mouth. They say he went by the name of....Uncle Fester [UF used to wander around the house w/ nothing to do repeating, "....hope I die 'fore get old....hope I die 'fore get old...."].
Legend has it (no not John Legend, just legend....u know ?), his SuperBFF was....
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sorry....done 4ever.....
....wishing everyone the best here....puppy ciao4now....w/ <3 Lola
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#56
Who here feels that I wrecked this thread ?....personally ?....I feel I make it better 'cuz everyone is sooo serious about their plots.
Maybe ?....to appease me ?....u should add some humor to ur story instead of going off on scary-wary stuff.
And BTW, ur not freeking me out or anything. I'm a HUGE follower of Freak Films & The Horror Pops & Zombina & Cryptkicker 5 & all sortza bands like that. I keep tracka it more than Elvira.
....and I also like Steampunk Horror....so there u go.
BTW this is NOT scary. If I was making a horror story, it would actually send chills up you spine.
Also, sacsacm8 sometimes a guy with good convictions and good faith is just as good as a hero
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(#121) always being a prisoner....a prisoner of The Black Painting.
BTW, Morticia & Gomez were huge fans of....