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Post by phoenixblessed on Jan 13, 2008 20:31:39 GMT -5
Title: None, so far. I just like the sound of the thread title, though. ^_^ There comes a time when war is waged between good and evil. Tranquility, peace, and balance of the two weights are violently thrown out. In the midst of all the chaos, waves of desire to survive come crashing down on the shores of reason. Havens are nonexistent, for sides must be chosen and bonds must be shattered. Eventually, the storm is over but all that’s left on the shores are broken shards of shells and sea glass…
The sand felt so warm and good between her toes. The skies were bright with a deep hue of orange. Holding up her russet trousers, she pranced off towards the Shores, unaware.
Her companion, clothed in layers of wrinkled colorful cloth, watched afar from where the grass tickled her ankles. They were to stay together, to not wander far, and to get back to the docked ship on the other side of the woods before dark.
Carrie yelped.
Her companion was weaving a wreath of ivy that she found on the way. From where she was standing, Carrie’s cries were vague but loud. Grasping onto the unfinished wreath with one hand and scratching her arm with the other, she ran towards the girl.
“There’s broken glass and shells every where,” howled Carrie as she sat down to examine her feet. “I warned you not to come here… why are you holding a poison ivy bush, Tracy?”
Tracy via Tracy.  To Be Continued...? |
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Post by Zylaa on Jan 17, 2008 15:24:55 GMT -5
@_@
That picture is blinding.
Yay ominous beginnings and lack-of-titles.
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Post by Nimras on Jan 17, 2008 15:32:26 GMT -5
Nooo! No fur coats out of my Wandy!
Tracy and the poison ivy... *smirk*
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Post by Dragon on Jan 17, 2008 16:47:29 GMT -5
LOLZ @ Neon Pirate.
I'll pay you handsomely for some of that coat for my I <3 Wandy shrine.
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Post by phoenixblessed on Jan 17, 2008 23:48:40 GMT -5
A strident screech clamored with the billowing sails that were rippling with eagerness to explore the seas. She caressed the smooth polished plywood that never seemed lose its shine, especially since she recently ordered Goosh to buy new polish with which she proceeded to order him to brush on the ship’s exterior. He, of course, tried to protest that he was too busy with cleaning the bathroom’s toilets. Then, obviously, she banned him from the rums in the gallery. Poor Goosh.
But now, Huntress wasn’t worried about Goosh or fawning over her beloved ship.
Carrie and Tracy hadn’t reappeared from their little excursion to the Shores. The screech that she had heard sounded an awful like Tracy, but she was always doing her doofus things, right? She looped around the half-conscious, completely drunk, and completely senseless members of her precious ship. They would be back in no time, the pirate captain decided as she retired to her cabin.
The sliver moon gleamed dimly in the dark fog. Barely catching its reflection, the waves on the Shore raised and crashed; washing the blood off the sand and carrying it off to sea.
To be Continued?
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Post by Crystal on Jan 18, 2008 13:38:54 GMT -5
Fur coat. <3
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Post by Rider on Jan 19, 2008 21:14:46 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Ominous. And the Neon Pirate scares me.  [/glow] |
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Post by Tracy on Jan 21, 2008 15:46:49 GMT -5
^___^ Yaaaaay Neon Pirate. :3
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Post by Nimras on Jan 21, 2008 21:59:48 GMT -5
Neon pirate has to be a ninja's dream. So easy to spot.  And I can just see Hunty forcing people to polish the Weewoo up to a shining gleam... |
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Post by Huntress on Jan 22, 2008 10:19:29 GMT -5
Neon pirate has to be a ninja's dream. So easy to spot. And I can just see Hunty forcing people to polish the Weewoo up to a shining gleam... 'ctually, having a white pirate ship is already a silly thing without having a while glossy ship. Piracy is all about quick surprise attacks, whereas a white object at sea on a clear day shows *quick estimating* well, a good three, four miles farther than a dark ship. More so with added shine xD ...wonder where they sell the fog machines a la Black Pearl? Note to self, write a letter to Barbossa this evening. But yay for neon pirates xDDD |
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Post by phoenixblessed on Jan 22, 2008 23:55:10 GMT -5
Life was lovely, thought a hyperactive hungry girl as she bounced into the hallways of the NTWF. It was unusually loud for the rooms to be audible from the left side corridors. Nonetheless, it meant that there were more people in the recently renovated old European castle. More people meant more girls. More girls meant more jewelry. And more jewelry meant more shinies! Nearly flying, NSQ dug her toes into the floor and leaped into the room…
“-taking all my customers and leaving my shop to rot.”
“You vandalized my face!”
“Our’s are free, so no I didn’t ste-“
“Put that Marvir down!”
“The Aerisa/Scar ship is way more pwnful than-“
“You do that and I’ll set this Cherchon on you!”
“No way, Ikkin/Wandy ship beats-“
…on top of a slimy blue glop next to a sign that read ‘Free Sloogie to Good Home.’
“YOU CRUSHED FREESLOOGIETOGOODHOME!” screeched someone in the mob of angry, disagreeable forumers. NSQ yelped as hands made their way towards her. She hurtled over their heads towards the glowing star on the lone Christmas tree in the opposite corner. Sniffling, NSQ whimpered, “But all I wanted were the shinies.”
To be continued?
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