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on Monday, August 02 @ 21:53:54 UTC
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: Tip the sun into the night
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on Monday, August 02 @ 21:53:54 UTC
dreameyes writes:: " I can hear her blades scratching against the walls. Those blood soaked curved blades, like hooks tearing in to the granite. She comes in revenge, she wants us.... she wants us..... we mustn't breath or she'll hear, she stalks the night in search of those who decieved her, and of those who come with in her sight..... oh how I fear her. The sound of those wretched blades creaking against the floor... sometimes dragging bits of flesh.....
Her eyes as crimson as Jesus's blood when it spilt on the ground as they impaled his side with that spear. Her skin an ever flowing lavish, bronze river . Her hair black as the eyes of a raven, her blades were once black but now appeared a deep scarlet. Her guns were pure silver, the brightest things she wore, yer the most feared for as her soul was cursed to damnation, her fingers were cursed to pulling the trigger of death on those guns. She had killed so many, her and her hentchmen.
Yet she wasn't always like this oh no, she was once good that she was. But.... her own people turned her bad. Where her hope and faith led her to believe in her dreams, her selflessnesss would lead to her death. I remember the words she spoke before she set out on her quest for revenge. She stood head strong in the face of her thick, shallowed minded decievers and drew the legendary and feared sword of the ages, excalibur, drentched in the suns flesh. The entire congregation fell silent, she had done it, she had tipped the sun.
"Look at this sword." she chided to us
"For the next time you see this sword, it will have each and every one of you wretched peoples blood on its blade!" she yelled violently cutting the air with the blade.
"I saved your people, but yet in return you killed mine. This will not go unpunished." she told us harshely.
Then she said words that would stay locked in my mind forever, until my dying day.
She turned and looked me in the eye, "What I took before in kindness," she pointed the tip of her sword between my eyes, "I will take again... in revenge."
With that she left, leaving my body feeling cold to the bone. I didn't sleep that night, and I haven't slept since....
To be continued
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Re: Tip the sun into the night (Score: 1)
by angelkisss143 on Tuesday, August 03 @ 19:47:27 UTC
(User Info | Send a Message) | Very intence...I was hanging on every word... I can't wait for the rest...
good job |
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