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I dnot know if this has been on here before, but it's basically very easy, I start but making the first line of a story, then someone else makes up the next line, etc etc, until we have a really cool story.
Rules: you must make the line up by yourself. Dont borrow it from a book.
One line or sentence each per post.
I'll start:
Whilst running through the hills, that summer, he realised.....
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Posted - 06/03/2008 : 8:03:42 PM
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| that there was a stale odor in the air. The stench of death was chasing him from the confines of is lonely loft... He had no choice but to keep running... lest his past deeds catch up to him...
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Posted - 06/03/2008 : 11:14:14 PM
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| he comes around the corner to find a girl from his past, the stench of death arises....
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Posted - 06/04/2008 : 03:38:57 AM
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| but not soon enough he realises the smell of death is really himself as he had forgot to take a shower that morning. he hopes this girl from the past doesnt smell him....(lol....had too)
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Posted - 06/04/2008 : 05:00:13 AM
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[QUOTE=ravez;342208]but not soon enough he realises the smell of death is really himself as he had forgot to take a shower that morning. he hopes this girl from the past doesnt smell him....(lol....had too)[/QUOTE]
yes a shower... a shower of blood siphoned from the blood of young virgins offered by the poor villagers. They were promised protection from disease and pestilance. The blood that kept him young, powerful. The blood that he loathed and dispised... the blood that every once of his body craved. It was for her he left... for her he craved... pure... untouched... yet untouchable to him.
Deaths icy hands lust after our sunken eyed friend...
(lol... had too)
(a good author writes with his fingers but thinks with his toes)
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Posted - 06/04/2008 : 3:06:06 PM
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| He reaches out to touch her, but he musn't. She looks at him with longing brown eyes, and his heart longs for her. He reaches out again but knows he must not. For if he were to touch her....
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Posted - 06/16/2008 : 08:03:05 AM
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She would become like him, a wanderer, cast out and forever cold. Cursed by the living, hunted by the dead...he could not bring himself to confine her brightness to the endless night of his existence. So he turned away from her once more, and prepared himself to never look upon her again.
Not knowing that the cruel fates had other plans, he swiftly dissapated from her sight and set his path toward the lights of little village just ahead...
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Posted - 06/16/2008 : 08:33:08 AM
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| His eyes were ice blue with irises scattered like bursting molecules..to look into his eyes was to invision gory pieces of bodies scattered along lonely roads.. with scurrying rats trolling for rancid morsels... His essence was chilling.. and left a lasting impression..he did not want to change her.. so he left at a slow gait...dried leaves crunching underfoot...
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Posted - 06/16/2008 : 3:18:33 PM
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As he walked away, with each step, he wanted her more and more. As the leaves crunched louder with every step of his weary legs, he realised that to be without her was as cold and shallow as death itself.
Once again however, his soft blue eyes dimmed like the sunset behing him, as he knew deep within his heart, that he could not and would not, hurt her.
He turned his heavy head wearily, for one last longing look, but alas, she had already gone.
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Posted - 06/20/2008 : 1:12:07 PM
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| He grasped the ground with his fingertips as his heart pounded with despair, he droped his head forward as he felt the warmth of a tear running down his cheek.
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Posted - 06/20/2008 : 11:15:04 PM
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| A tear that froze solid as it hit the ground.. reminding him that he was what he was..and no amount of almost human occurances.. such as the warmth of a tear could change the fact that even with it's fleeting hope..he was no longer a human man... Pounding his fist on the ground..he looked up at the sky and rose to stand.
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Posted - 06/21/2008 : 9:54:00 PM
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As his feet touched the warmth of yhe ground he got feel the tremble beneath him.
He started to sprint towards the waterfall that lay within the distance.
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Posted - 06/24/2008 : 3:23:22 PM
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| He ran towards it, with tears streaming down his face. He knew that he could not change what he was, so he wanted to end it, finish himself off. As he ran there, he felt stronger and stronger
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Posted - 06/24/2008 : 8:47:42 PM
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| The thing with strength is..It helped him forget.. the faster he ran.. the stronger he got..the stronger he got.. the farther away the pain went..his primal power emerged and he felt the tingling of deep, very old energy as it came to the surface.. he felt a growl growing in his chest..
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Posted - 06/25/2008 : 2:40:04 PM
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| and all of a sudden he let out a roar of frustraton and power all at once. Birds flew from there nests and rabbits scurried away to hide as his bounding footsteps flew past.
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Posted - 06/26/2008 : 09:13:08 AM
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| nooooooooo why is she here? there she was bathing in the waterfall, her long flowing brown hair reaching down her back, why must she be so beautiful. I need her. the pain i feel is
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Posted - 07/13/2008 : 2:03:12 PM
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tearing at his heart almost ripping his insides out with the thought and fear sending a sickening feeling to the pit of his stomach.
Why oh why does she not see him as he stands and stares with longing eyes, its a question that only she can answer.
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Posted - 07/13/2008 : 2:52:57 PM
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| Or perhaps she does see him yet is toying with him in some wicked womanly way? No, she would [B]not[/B] do that because she knows he doesn't tolerate being played with, such as his hunger is...
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Posted - 07/14/2008 : 7:07:04 PM
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for her warmth and affection to send his blood rushing through his veins like a vulcanic erruption.
And she knows this by the way he gazes across towards her, however much he needs...
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Posted - 07/14/2008 : 7:54:32 PM
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Her... But truly in her heart..
she remembers... shrill sounds of the shattering portal, the shards shredding her scarlet dress, as she lay in the heat of the onlooking sun. burning the ground and turning it red, she drags the net to capture herself. to get caught in the act of repression, regression to a better time. she sips the sweet and salty wine shed in tears which had run down her face..
she remembers that day the wind had blown, the storm full of fury.
on that day she would have never believed, that the storm would never leave... Once it left..She felt nothing.... so she had ran.. and ran.. shedding her ruined gown towards the portal.. which would take her back to the storm.. the man..Did he not know.. that she didn't care...
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Posted - 07/16/2008 : 08:21:49 AM
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| ..her heart was heavy with infinite sadness..blood beat between her ears like kettle drums. She could not remember the last time she had been consumed; to be apart of something that was bigger than herself...she hated everything about herself that made her apart of this world. Her breathe, her beating heart, her maddening thoughts of him...
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Posted - 07/17/2008 : 1:18:31 PM
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standing there gazing at her with sad emotions drawn across his face, when deep down she felt the same emotions as him.
She was scared of being torn in pieces as she had been long ago from a previous experience, however the emotions being pulled upon her heart strings was making her feel as though she was helpless in an uncanny way.
She loved the feeling of the experience the emotion the thoughts the feeling of...
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Posted - 07/24/2008 : 07:49:43 AM
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| nothingness and yet everything all at once. Standing in the shadows he trembled with pure awareness of her twisting emotions; his own abilities still affected him enough that he could not distance himself from them - or her - no matter how far he ran. Knowing that to be so close to the siren song of her heartbeat was to inflict more temptation than was bearable to his condition, he found himself sprinting silently toward the river before he even knew he was moving. In the span of swift seconds, he laid hungry eyes upon just what he needed to quench his thirst before it consumed his love...a peasant woman bending at the stream to fill her family's water bucket....
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Posted - 07/24/2008 : 12:49:52 PM
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He slowly walked up behind her and as he did, he could hear the beautiful song she sang, as she innocently filled the bucket of water.
He listened as she sang of home and her family, and of how she dreamed that one day all of their wishes would come true.
All of a sudden sadness overcame him. He remembered long ago when he had family and a home, and dreamed of being with them again. He felt despair inside knowing that because of him tyhey were all gone forever.
Then he knew what he had to do. He reached out silently........
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Posted - 07/24/2008 : 1:02:56 PM
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and grasped her shoulder and twisted her towards him.
At this point he noticed the emptiness within her eyes as she relaxed within his arms.
All the thoughts and fears he felt were swept away in a timeless motion as he held her ....
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Posted - 07/24/2008 : 4:27:34 PM
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| and as the blood flowed so did his tears. His mind immediately reacted, exploding into billions of tiny sparks and flashes which simultaneously - but only for a moment - blocked out the pain even as they illuminated the darkest corner of his memory. His body staggered, and still holding her tightly, he felt himself slipping...down, down, her neck twisting, her eyes fluttering...and in their upturned reflection...the first light of the morning glimmered then vanished. The sparks stopped.
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