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Post by Paige on Aug 17, 2005 22:41:23 GMT -5
Preania sat, next to a christmas zafara of light blue hue. They might as well be sisters, both having the same navy blue eyes. But isn't that common amongst their creator? They WERE sisters. But not by blood: By creation.
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Post by Chibi on Aug 18, 2005 8:17:05 GMT -5
Lightbulbs' glow emitted from her hair and skin as she threw her Axe at Sango's wing.
Sango dodged the Axe and slammed down her sword and sliced in every which way she could "You will not win!!!" she shrieked in rage and swung her sword.
Lightbulb dodged the sword before it killed her "ha! You will not win either!!" she yelled
Chibi stood by as a faerie bori and a glowing shoryu fought at bloods end horrified to death she shivered in fear.
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Post by samjohngabby on Aug 21, 2005 20:56:51 GMT -5
Sitting in the mist of her darkness, she gazed down at the empty book. Her identity was not even beknownst to her. Never again would she hear such serenade of a loving song played before her in grace. Never sha'll the sun dawn on the day to wake her dreams. She was the tears from a mother's dying scream. She was the silence of an infants cry. She was never anything that would be real. She was the darkness betrayed by the moon.
She was nothing but a shadow on the wall.
Distant thoughts carried her book along, a far off dream nestled in its depths. The short sentance, the simple three words linger in the back of her brain. Many answers, every single one was different, and noe were ever the same. All her thoughts drove in to her, this question keeping her locked inside herself, helpless in her cage. A prisoner in her own mind.
Soon to be driven to insanity.
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