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[Pendragon]

A Lament For Rachel

:angel: :angel: :angel: :angel: :angel:

Come ye now, lit-net members one and all,
And lend your voices to my sorrow:
For behold Rachel has heard her Master's call,
And passed into that Land beyond Tomorrow.
Such a peaceful smile is on her lovely face.
Her golden hair soft upon it's final pillow--
As we sing our dirge and bear to her resting place:
Myself, Robin, XC, Kilted, Unnamable, Adil, and Willow.
An angel was she flying too close to the ground,
We were so glad to have her here among us.
Yet God recalled the heaven-bound
And Rachel had to leave us.
Farewell! Shalom! Daughter of the Lion!
May we meet again someday in Zion.
TAG
And Virgil sobbed as her carved her name upon her stone:
For he could not beleive the Angel was gone...

Pendragon

[Kaltrina]

Pendragon was found dead this morning, by one of his neighbours who just came to have a cup of coffee... the police are investigating the case, and the weirdest thing about this case is that they found some numbers in all sizes, but only from 1 to ten, spreaded all over the room, and they found no foot prints or finger prints of a human being... it is very weird... :lol: :lol:

[adilyoussef]

"Poetry", oh how I love this word. But "poetry" is not just a word. It's beauty of art. With our hands we can write, with our hands we can draw; oh yes, drawing. Drawing pictures or drawing hands maybe. Exquisite, lovely, and fine hands were once drawn by a sister; yes by a sister drawing hands of her sister. She put all the beauty of her art in her drawings. She expressed beauty of life, of sorrow, of missing a dear fellow, a dear friend or a dear sister. Oh yes, the drawing is but a memory of a lost. The lost that makes a heart so hollow, that the only refuge is creation. We are not Gods, but we are artits. By her art, the sister created her image of the beauty of Kaltrina. Kaltrina, oh dearest Kaltrina, who was found dead in her bedroom. She was contemplating a picture and killed by the fascination that it made over her. Chocked by the beauty of the creation, her heart stopped palpitating and fell dead a drop of cry on her cheek.

Beauty once I sought, but in your heart
Never occured to find it there in my mind
Memory now I have, although through drawing hands
Of your exquisit fingers playing a guitar
Sounding in my ears through the wind I hear
Kaltrina oh dearest Kaltrina how I miss you
Even you still exist through your sister's drawing's though

[RobinHood3000]

A Lament For Rachel

:angel: :angel: :angel: :angel: :angel:

Come ye now, lit-net members one and all,
And lend your voices to my sorrow:
For behold Rachel has heard her Master's call,
And passed into that Land beyond Tomorrow.
Such a peaceful smile is on her lovely face.
Her golden hair soft upon it's final pillow--
As we sing our dirge and bear to her resting place:
Myself, Robin, XC, Kilted, Unnamable, Adil, and Willow.
An angel was she flying too close to the ground,
We were so glad to have her here among us.
Yet God recalled the heaven-bound
And Rachel had to leave us.
Farewell! Shalom! Daughter of the Lion!
May we meet again someday in Zion...
TAG
And Virgil sobbed as her carved her name upon her stone:
For he could not believe the Angel was gone...

Pendragon
A twenty-one arrow salute for rachel, at peace at last!

[mingdamerciless]

Unfortunatly the PAM was suprised in a hotel elavator by 'the elevator murderer' (original eh?) and given a lethal injection in the rear end. This injection caused all but his brain to die, allowing the brain to be preserved in a jar by a mad professor. Luckily though, his brain was able to contact a slightly less crazy human who could place his brain in a new body. There was a sad ending though as a hippopotamus sat on the jar before the transfer could be performed. bad luck matey!

[Kaltrina]

"Poetry", oh how I love this word. But "poetry" is not just a word. It's beauty of art. With our hands we can write, with our hands we can draw; oh yes, drawing. Drawing pictures or drawing hands maybe. Exquisite, lovely, and fine hands were once drawn by a sister; yes by a sister drawing hands of her sister. She put all the beauty of her art in her drawings. She expressed beauty of life, of sorrow, of missing a dear fellow, a dear friend or a dear sister. Oh yes, the drawing is but a memory of a lost. The lost that makes a heart so hollow, that the only refuge is creation. We are not Gods, but we are artits. By her art, the sister created her image of the beauty of Kaltrina. Kaltrina, oh dearest Kaltrina, who was found dead in her bedroom. She was contemplating a picture and killed by the fascination that it made over her. Chocked by the beauty of the creation, her heart stopped palpitating and fell dead a drop of cry on her cheek.

Beauty once I sought, but in your heart
Never occured to find it there in my mind
Memory now I have, although through drawing hands
Of your exquisit fingers playing a guitar
Sounding in my ears through the wind I hear
Kaltrina oh dearest Kaltrina how I miss you
Even you still exist through your sister's drawing's though

:lol: :lol: :lol:

THat was very sweet... :D

[Pendragon]

A quick PS. Virgil, go back and read Rachel's Sonnet. I added you.

Pen

For Adil

And I looked, and I beheld an angel,
And upon its countenance was that that made me exceedingly afraid:
Yet but a word put me at peace.
"I have come, not for you, but for Adil Youssef."
"But he is one of my dear friends. How can I let you take him from me?"
The light in the Angelic Messenger's eyes glowed.
"Think ye this is the last time ye shall meet?"
Adil came unto me then, and for a moment our fingers touched.
"I have nothing to leave you, Pen, except my poetry.
I know that you will use it well. Until we shall meet once more..."
The two faded into brilliant light.
And I awoke, and behold, it was a dream...
For Adil still lives somewhere out there.
And as for me:
I believe...


In pace requiescat!

Pendragon

[adilyoussef]

Thumbs up Pen. Great

And as for me:
I believe that the light I'd never see
Of those beautiful days when stroling by
The countryside, and with the angel I flee
Separated from friends by a cry
I look down to earth where all are exept me
Whose body lies and soul flies in the sky.

This for Pen

[Danny1957]

...and he folowed He who walked upon the waters but startled was he as he slipped beneath the crystalline surface.

[Mililalil XXIV]

Danny1957 got up too quickly when the alarm clock went off. He thought, "That's funny, I never stir when that old noisemaker rattles for several hours straight!" Then he looked down at the body that hadn't followed him to a standing position! "Now I understand!", he declared to himself as well as to the Angel that now came into sight.
"Well", said his celestial warden, "looks like you have the day off, my good man. You won't be needing your coat, nor shoes, nor a wallet - we'll come back for the body later!"

[rachel]

eesh
Mililalil(saying that name makes me feel like I have a speech impediment) was found dead at his computer late last night. He had been writing an answer on the religious thread and it was so long and complex he simply self ignited and except for two fingers left on the keyboard all that was left were still smouldering ashes.
Investigation into the matter will continue.

[adilyoussef]

To write, how I would like to; to describe, how I would love to; to tell, so I can inform you; to speack, I'm impotant to do so. Why has been the question; why was the question; why is always the question that many would like to find an answer to. Why I can't do so is still a "why" without a reason; why I live far appart from those I love is still unanswered; and why Rachel has left us is still a mistery not solved.

Here is astory dear friend of a woman. A woman? And how can be there a story without a woman in it? Yes, there always be a woman in a story to call it a story. Are not they history in themselves? I believe they are. Don't you agree? As you wish, each has his or her opinion and we are not here to argue. We are here to ... ah the story!

It began in the past, and ended in the past. It starts with pain and ends with pain. It was a long time ago when a young man came across a beautiful lady. Beautiful! Oh yes, very. Her beauty can't be compared to any beauty for each has its beauty. Her beauty can only be seen by those who ever met her soul, who ever talked to her and who ever has been charmed and healed by the power that God bestowed on her, the power to heal and strenthen weak helpless souls of those like the man I was talking about. He was very weak indeed. He was bailing for help, for mercy, for someone to take him far from his suffering, and trusted that there would be no such a person. In short, he didn't believe in miracales. Do you? If not, then you are like this man. He believed that there was no place safe for him in this world except a grave where he would lie forever. Helpless, he was all but alive. Then, as I told you, he met this beautiful lady that had that angelic power of healing. She told him that she would heal him and in her heart welcome him to live forever in peace and joy. She told him that she would end his suffering and make of him a happy man forever. He didn't trust a word of her and laughed at her as would anyone who does not believe in miracales. But in a moment he was transformed to a tiny man and, though he could not believe his eyes, saw a light coming out of the chest of that angelic woman. It was a door opened to welcome him in that paradise where he found many people like him merry and leading a happy life. It was a paradise, it was beyound what he could imagine. How I'd love to describe it to you but I've not been there yet, so I have no idea how it looks like.
The hapiest of men he was, the sad of women she was. I know that you would ask me how such a woman is sad? It's so because even she could heal, all people's burden she carry. All those she saved and took off their misery, it was upon her was reflected and bear it in silence. Where is she I don't know. Why is she not with us is a "why" question that, as I told you before, I could not afford an answer to. Poor Rachel now gone, all those she saved are roming aimlessly in her heart for it was she who gided them and loved them and took great care of them.

My heart can't cry for it bleeds
My eyes can't see for I'm blind
My hands can't write for they shake
At your sight and I freak
Dear angel oh angel of mine
Though gone in my heart you draw a line
"On thee I bestow peace and grace
Till my Lord call thee to your place"

May her memory be always carried in our hearts.

[RobinHood3000]

Hear, hear!!


Adil: found split in half at the bottom of a melting pit in the Naboo palace. Go figure.

[Mililalil XXIV]

"R.O.B.I.N. - and just that!" spat the old detective, Henry Wherringer.

"You don't say", said his older, heavier set nephew, who had always looked down on him from behind a badge.

"Oh, but I ..."

"Do ... not finish that cliched phrase - get on with your cliched job, and let's do figure out this case!"

"I think these letters..."

"Oh they're letters all right!"

"I think these..."

"...are letters? Oh, think a little harder, and then tell me what you think!"

"I think..."

"...therefore you chatter? Oh, little uncle, you're a washout!"

"I..."

"..."

"That is to say - now shut up (I'm speaking!) -, I think that these letters stand for something:

R. is for 'Rock'..."

"And where do you get that from?"

Holding up a rock, "Uh, from this, silly!"

The nephew flinched, and the uncle said, "I wasn't even holding it as if to throw - it was lying on the flat of my open, unclenched palm, Fuzzy-winks!"

"All right! All right! But what of the other letters?"

"Well! Seeing as the rock was weighting down the document entitled "Oath", I think that the O. signifies this document."

The nephew, looking wildly about to pick up on some clever tidbit before his uncle could, spotted a waste paper basket beside the desk where Robin was found, and noting it as a "bin", said that B. stands for bin.

The uncle said, as having reached the right conclusion before him, "No. B. is for the book beneath the document. I. is for the index at the back of it. And N. is for the heading of the listings of words beginning with N."

"But why should any of this make any sense?"

"Should it? Let's just call it an N. for 'Night'!"

[ElizabethSewall]

The violin screamed, he cried and died
The bow was moaning for a more painful lament never had been heard
Neither Moon nor stars to bathe the sky that night
Only sorrow and a music so sad and cruel
The notes fell down one by one in the silence and trickled like tears
Not a single breath to disturb their grief
The violin wept and my heart sank
“Farewell” whispered the shivering bow…

[Mililalil XXIV]

The violin screamed, he cried and died
The bow was moaning for a more painful lament never had been heard
Neither Moon nor stars to bathe the sky that night
Only sorrow and a music so sad and cruel
The notes fell down one by one in the silence and trickled like tears
Not a single breath to disturb their grief
The violin wept and my heart sank
“Farewell” whispered the shivering bow…
That is just beautiful writing.

[RobinHood3000]

ElizabethSewall has become one with the Force, fallen in her quest with her master to undo injustice in the galaxy. Her body could not keep pace with her heart, and she vanished into the ether from the arms of her Jedi Master as she lay dying among the widows and orphans of Mon Calamari.

[Pendragon]

It was a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. Or it was only yesterday, or a few seconds ago, for time means nothing, the Force superceeds and embraces it, so that the ones that have gone before are not really gone. Nor are the ones presently in tune with the Force bound to the moment, for they may glimpse the future, or converse with those long gone. How the deed was done I cannot truly say, except that there was a stirring in the Force that I felt from afar as being somehow very wrong. Then I learned that Jedi Master Robin Hood 3000 had somehow been cut down on the ice planet of Hoth. And I was left to wonder who might have the powers and skills to ambush one as powerful as he. If I can, I shall contact him, for he will be one with the Force, and his warning will hold danger for all Jedi. What was there on that forsaken frozen rock that he went there to reclaim, and who could have cut him down? http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/starwars/star-wars-smiley-017.gif

[RJbibliophil]

Mr. Pen was brutally murdered when he was defeated in a battle between his ninja penguins and the good members of this forum. Members will both mourn and celebrate his death. He was a good forum member gone astray. He used his position for evil. The ninja penguins in charge of his body refuse to hold a funeral for their fallen leader.

[adilyoussef]

"R" is a letter found in some words like "art", "artifitial", "right" to name a few. Its use is so frequent that no one pays attention to it. But "R" is a letter that draw many people's attention when reading yesterday's news. It was an "R" combined with a "J" to name a "she"; a "she" that has been found dead with the news headline "Who Could Be the One Who Frightned Me?" It sounds like the begining of a story, a story of RJ found dead with a script above her head that serves later as the title of the news paper.

[Mililalil XXIV]

The Great Wizard sat puffing his pipe - the one he knew he must leave behind for his greatest pupil to treasure. He looked up to Heaven through a rising ring of smoke, through which his soul raced beyond the farthest stars, and into arms more solid than the earth that gently holds his soul's famous suit we knew him by.

[adilyoussef]

Ah! I forgot about killing lately, here we go.

It was a silent night not like any other. The sky was so dark that one could hardly make his way. It was not windy, neither rainy; it was not snowing but all was calm. The sky was clear but there were no stars. A mourning day a day of grief, a sad day a day of no relief was when Mililalil was found dead near the river. There he stood still contemplating the stars as though talking to them that the passers by would say a living man. One thing betrayed him, his stick that fell and betrayed the weekness of his body. The clock struck five and the **** anounced a new day. Mililalil was no more there and he's but a memory now of a great warrior beding the stars goodby for the war he lost and paid it by his life as a sacrifice to his beloved.

[Pendragon]

I see an empty chair in the chimney corner.
And a churchwarden pipe, much used,
now without an owner.
For he who sat within the shadows and whispered his advice
Often in rhyming words and elegant prose
That left the heart to ponder upon the truth and power of the words
Has gone from us for the moment.
It was as if a door opened in the darkness
And for a moment the glimpse of something indescribable stole forth
Then he rose and took the extended hand from the opening
And the door closed, and lo, he was gone.
The faintest whisper still rang in the room after he vanished:
"Is it really you, my friend?

[Chinaski]

Killed by a sword pulled from a lake.

[RobinHood3000]

Shot by an anti-laziness, hypocritical archer.

[Scheherazade]

Archers of the world!

Take heed!

Please be careful and do not shoot your boomerang instead of your arrow with your bow. What happened to the little Robin should be a lesson for you all!

*nods knowingly*

[RobinHood3000]

Fairies of the world (the kind with wings)!

Take heed!

Please be careful and do not mutiny against the most deadly man in the world with a bow. What happened to dear ol' Scher should be a lesson for you all!

~looks around gleefully for another target~

[papayahed]

oh, Lit forum members, it is with a heavy heart I bring you news of Robin, sadly he was walking the deck of the dastardly when he tripped over a cheesecake and plunged to his death in shark infested waters.

[TBtheG]

papayahead was killed when a Michigan shaped asteroid collided with earth, and landed on just Michigan.

[adilyoussef]

Hold your breath and stay still
For not a stir is allowed
All now are looking at the hill
Where TB the Great gonna be beried
He raised an army and made up a religion
To change the world but the world changed him
For he was like us all human
Sharing our thoughts before his boddy turned dim

[Pensive]

Gandalf thought that Adil was getting wiser than him so he said this thing to Adil and Adil who was unable to bear his master in pain said that he would die to make his master Gandalf happy and thus, poor Adil committed sucide. (silly story...can't come up with a better one)

[Pendragon]

Lament and Mourn, oh, LitNet Members, for Our Little Blue Bird of Happiness has flown into the sunset, leaving but a few feathers to remind us of her passing... http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/traurig/k030.gif

[adilyoussef]

Gandalf thought that Adil was getting wiser than him so he said this thing to Adil and Adil who was unable to bear his master in pain said that he would die to make his master Gandalf happy and thus, poor Adil committed sucide. (silly story...can't come up with a better one)
:lol: It was rather a beautiful story Glady. I like it.

[TBtheG]

adilyoussef was tragically stomped to death by an ent.

[Pendragon]

TB, The Great One, though highly intelligent and a general genius, had the unforunate problem of memory lapse, as demonstrated in his above obit where he killed off the wrong man by mistake, Adil just popping in to make a comment on another person's writing. Pendragon was the intended target for the evening. It was this absent-mindedness that made TB the Great One forget that the elevator in his office building was out of order. He pressed the button, stepped forward reading his Wall Street Journal, and fell fifty floors to his demise. A co-worker claimed to have hear him say as he plunged out of sight: "Maybe I should tie a string around my finger or something?"

[Nightshade]

Pendragon was a great friend ...he shared his supply of smilies bt this was his downfall. A madly excitable smilie fan was soo happy with his gift that she sent a massive army of smilie hugs via th einternet wich squeezed him to death.:(

[RJbibliophil]

A rare and poisonous plant withered just a few minutes ago. The plant has yet to be indentified. Scientists think that the plant either died from a malfunction of it's poisoning system or from exhausting itself into withers by converting all it's energy into smiles. Some think it was a combination of both. More details to follow in the evening news.

[TBtheG]

RJbibliophil got hit by a bus.

[Chava]

So did the above

[TBtheG]

Chava got poached.

[Pendragon]

TB got lost in a tall building after becoming confused over the lack of a thirteenth floor and eventually starved to death riding the elevator up and down, up and down, up and... ;)

[Mililalil XXIV]

Pendragon waited and waited in the waiting room at the power plant. Bored to death, he said, "I'm leaving!", and scared the receptionist to death.

[Pendragon]

Mil was crushed to death under the heavy burden of the Roman Numerals he was forced to bear. When the stone carver was presented with the name to carve upon his tombstone, he immediately turned in his resignation. http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/traurig/d020.gif

[kathycf]

I was inspired by Edward Gorey's The Gashlycrumb Tinies...
http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/p.jpg

"P" is for Pendragon, gobbled by goats.

[adilyoussef]

Here I come back again
To make an obit for a friend.
A friend was a friend and still be
Although death took her away from me.
How I'd like to know her more
But death took her of yore.
I've known her long ago in those time
Where we used to drink lime,
Now I'm old as her memory that I cary
All my life with me when she used to be merry.
She was dead 'coz of an accident
Caused by careless dranken and all were indifferent,
Except me who saw her dayning
Looking to the sky and with pain was crying.
I knew her just in that moment of pain
And since then her name like a refrain
In my ears was sung and would not drain.
Now in the ground she is buried
And in my thought her memory is carried
Throughout my life and I feel pity
For I lost my dearest Kathy

[kathycf]

A train leaves New York at 9:15 am and is travelling at 45 mph. Another train leaves Boston at 9:45 am and is travelling at 67 mph. If adilyoussef is on the tracks, at what time while his demise occur?

[Pendragon]

K is for Kathy, killed by a villain in a video game....(touché, mademoiselle)

[Mililalil XXIV]

Pen's Guardian Angel said, "You never call, you never write, but today you're going to see where I go and what I do!"

[kathycf]

Alas, poor Mililalils! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy...

[Mililalil XXIV]

Dear Kathy,
I know your ghost may not be permitted to lift up this letter, but I think you can see it and read it anyway. In fact, I think your ghost stood beside me correcting all my spelling mistakes and guiding my tears to wet this letter, as I sounded out the syllables with each sighing breath.

I am sorry I didn't make it to your funeral, as I was supposed to give the Eulogy. I lament that you thought I was dead and died of a broken heart.

Sincerely, Mililalil

p.s., I'll try to make it to your next funeral.

[Pendragon]

Dirge for Mil XXIV

Hark, now! List to yon toll of that iron bell?
Doesth thou know what it be saying?
Its iron throat gives voice that Goodman Mil
Is past the point of human hand saving!
Alas, alas. I knew Mil quite well, my friend,
And his kith and kin afore him!
T'will be marker number twenty-four I ween,
And pray God there be nay more of them!
From Mil the first to Mil the twenty-third—
They lie there, all in a row.
My father's father's father's great-grandfather buried the first,
I must consign this last one to Mother Earth.
Ah, poor lad—he never married:
So there'll be no Mil twenty-five to carry!

Pendragon

[kathycf]

Pendragon and Kathy drove down the road
They heard a strange noise, it sounded like "spleeph"
They had squashed a toad
Pendragon collapsed, prostrate with grief...

Kathy drove off, Pendragon-lessly
:) :)

[Mililalil XXIV]

The day dream cleared, but not that feared
about that mortal Kathy whose time had appeared:
in casket waiting, from basket saying,
"I held on until you got here to fulfill your Eulogy".

[Pendragon]

There were twenty-four Mililalils
All standing in a line:
But all of have kicked the bucket,
So forget number twenty-five!

[Mililalil XXIV]

Pen Dragon the Other,
Enfolded and enfolds,
Nether neither with rider,
Dragon pen, or swords.
Ribbons filled with foldings,
Against the tropyh stars,
Gathering a holding
Only carried in the cars
Not like the hearse that sped ahead.

[kathycf]

Our own dear friend Mililalil XXIV went to that big Lit Net forum in the sky. He was overcome by a rare and exotic disease known as:
Kathleen's Glurgy Syndrome
Cause: thinking too hard
Symptoms: red eye, sarcasm, insatiable chocolate cravings and hair tangling.

Sadly this illness could have been cured but for a complication arising from the super abundance of the letter "L" in the dearly departed's name.

[Mililalil XXIV]

Kathy,
dearest Kathy!
Let me remind you of the way you slipped out of life's trying party on earth:
you were invited to the king's palace.
When you arrived and stood before the great door of saffire enameled cherry wood and watching lilly gems,
you were nervous - so very nervous.
Finally you knocked and were let in.
The king showed you around the castle - up the stairs you both went:
higher and higher, until you cornered a shooting star flanked with an aurora, which at some point the ever-circling wall of the winding staircase had blended into. You took one step into heaven, and fell not - nor returned to the company of mortals.

[amanda_isabel]

mil,
your nth death.

this time you died because of dying. there is a new disease. a person can only die a limited number of times, but this limit varies from person to person and from 'post-living citizen' to 'post-living citizen'. you are nearing the limit and because of this your deaths are becoming more frequent.

(do i make any sense??)

[Mililalil XXIV]

Amanda knew her first death wouldn't be her last, based on my death-defying life. This observation didn't alone suffice to prepare her for dying, but she trusted that I know how it's done, and how to create need for future trials with this sort of thing. When I was just about to die, she ran up and grabbed my wrist, and said, "Hold it! Might I come with you just this once? You know your way back from death pretty well, so I think it would be educational just to come along with you in one of the remaining appointments with death. That way I'll know how it's done, and I will no longer fear the deaths."

I knodded, and showed her all the mechanisms behind the scenes of death. She was amazed how quickly the toure flowed, and said, "Woah! This must be the part you love best!" I replied, "Yes, I never stay dead! But oh how you're grip has increased around my wrist! You no longer suffer rigor mortis - but, if you'll loosen your death hold on me, I'll give you this here cane to lean on. You must be shaken up after having died and all."

She didn't need the cane, but was hungry. We both expressed the same thought at the same instant:
"No burgers for me! What if the cow comes back to life in my digestive system?"

[kathycf]

Mililalil tottered out of his coffin and grinned fiercely at Dr. Van Helsing. "You can never kill me! I am immortal and I will suck the ...agggggggggh"
Van Helsing smiled down at the dusty remains and said "I am so glad I thought of the holy water balloons".

[Pendragon]

Kathy was driving along in her car without Pendragon, whom she had allowed to bounce out to his assumed doom. Now as the last remains of her ashes float into the evening breeze, her last words echo: "I forgot that Dragons could fly!" Tsk.

[kathycf]

You know, I like this game. It makes you think a little...
Does anyone remember the Beverly Hillbillies TV program? And the theme song? Sing this song with me, ok?

Come and listen to a story about a man named Pen-Jed
A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed
Then one day he was shootin at some food
And up through the ground came a bubblin' crude
Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea

Sadly to say the story ends here
Ol' Pen-Jed got oil in his ear
He ran off to tell his best friend Dave
Next thing you know, poor Pen is in his grave!

[Mililalil XXIV]

Young Kathy-May, hearing of her uncle's demise - for she had no oil in her ears! - couldn't bear the bad tiding. She knelt down and offered up the ghost in lamenting her Pen-pal. Just as she was giving up the ghost, Romeo stumbled upon her and was held up long enough in trying to resucitate her that Juliette awoke, laid around until she got a neck ache, became bored, and went shopping. Then she came and found her true love still alive and trying to revive Kathy. She didn't know whether to ask him what he was doing or how he liked her red shoe best. The end!

[Pendragon]

The Haunting of Mil

Mil twenty-four turned around to see just why
The chamber grew so chilly just behind him.
And what should meet his jaundiced eye—
But twenty-three more Mils come to find him!
"Dash rot it all!" The First one moaned
Why must you be such a bleeding bother?”
"Quite right!" "Indeed, indeed." the others all groaned,
"Ye have no right to disturb our rest and slumber!"
"But what have I done to harm you all?" Cried poor Mil,
"I never have yet disquieted your sleep in your earthen beds!"
"You're a troublemaker, me lad, and here's the truth for real:
The bloody problem is, lad, you won't stay dead!
And we won't stand for such highfaluting nonsensical ways:
Grab him boys! This time we'll make blame sure he stays in his grave!"

http://www.websmileys.com/sm/evil/870.gif

Pendragon

[Mililalil XXIV]

I, Mililalil the everliving 24th, put PenDragon under the covers of my bed as a decoy, and made haste to the gate where Kathy was on cue, as my getaway girl. She dropped me off at the base of my hill, and, still retaining a little ghostliness, until noon, I scared the steward of the hill off.

http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?p=213374#post213374

[kathycf]

Le mort de Mililalil...

I flipped open my copy of the "Los Angeles Bumbler". Stunned, I read the frontpage newstory. "Actor Tony Danza facing manslaughter charges after the accidental slaying of his best friend and muse Mililalil XXIV. Apparently, Mililalil entered Danza's home in the early morning hours of May 23rd and was mistaken for a female stalker, who had been harassing Danza recently."

[Mililalil XXIV]

The seasons changed places in the waltz, and I, entering the time to play the Muse of Tragedy, sang Kathy's favorite swan song. Utter delight was hers, as petals raining down upon her eyelids from the heavens, in hearing my music. She fell into a very great sleep, and all her fans mourned her departure, as she passed ever so Peacefully.

[Pendragon]

The Haunting of Mil Continued

Well, since the dead Mil XXIV refuses to stay buried
The others are angry and chasing after him far and wide:
From mountains and hill, to the ocean they've hurried,
All screeching "Come on boy! Give it up! You have died!"
But Mil chooses to wander the world as a wraith,
A zombie, undead, unnaturally alive.
When he could sleep so quietly in the soft earth of a grave,
With flowers above him and no fear of sunrise.
Thinks he that those that chase him will ever be sated,
Until he gives in and takes him place among the rest?
His arguing is what keeps their own peace belated,
And the dead do not tire, in their unending quest.
Give it up, Mil! Face the final truth of your condition:
Your life has expired, and they do not give extensions!

Pendragon

[kathycf]

Pendragon, sometime keeper of the hill, and all around good egg. How to describe the "demise" of such a fine fellow?

Pen travelled back in time, but miscalculated and found himself on the Titanic during an epic battle with an iceberg. Grieving our pal, Mililalil and I sing him to his rest...
"Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go ooooonnnn"

[Mililalil XXIV]

Kathy was standing, minding her own business, in her front yard, when Tony Danza's car crashed into her lawn. Her dad was on his way out to surmise the commotion, but it was too late:
for Kathy's eyes had lingered to long in the seeming heaven of Tony's gaze, and she could no longer find contentment with the lesser things of this world. She passed blissfully into the hereafter, and was delighted to see the Danza at her funeral.

[shinigami]

Mil was fighting a battle with Papaya and split his head in two.. Resulting to a lot of black seeds to fall to the ground, they magically grow and more lint forms, giving Mil asthma, sadly dying a heroes death... *weeps* "I mourn for you mighty Mil!!"

[kathycf]

the seeming heaven of Tony's gaze.
Do you mean that glowing Sauron like red eye was really Tony???


shinigami was an extra on the movie "Goldfinger" and got covered in gold paint...need I say more?
shinigami-----> :angel:

[shinigami]

Eew!!! Hm.. let me try to top that off before I take my morning shower...
" Cheer up! the worst is yet to come."... and with that said a swarm of rabid African Killing Bees sting kathycf... No one mourns because they're all asleep...

[was that mean? Sorry...]

[Mililalil XXIV]

Ah. Pleasant dear. Why? Why, why, why?
**sob**
Eh? "What happened?" you be askinen? Oh I'll tell you. I will tellllllll you-ou.
Over me heroic frame she stood, weeping fer Mililalil of the Million Lillies, her tears just afallin' like drops of wax from a burning pair of candles. She bent down on one knee, to close me eyes, only to realize the cause of death: breathing in some lint, she suffered the fate I had suffered, and she knew it full well.
Th'end!

[kathycf]

No one mourns because they're all asleep...

[was that mean? Sorry...]

Nah, no worries. Just wake everyone up the next time you kill me off with bees. ;) :nod:

Mil met a train one dark and stormy night. "Hello, train!" Mil said, cheerfully. "HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHooo" replied the train, and rudely smushed poor Mil. Bad train! Being fully rested, everyone mourns.

[Pendragon]

The Funeral of Kathy

Kathy was a pleasant lass from up in Massachusetts,
Who had a somewhat morbid fascination with Death.
I would not go so far as to call her "Goth", not my business—
(I myself read Poe and Lovecraft and things like that!)
But she speaks of coffins, crypts, and gravestones,
Hints of cobwebs, and candles dripping melted wax—
Of Ghost, and Ghouls, and undead things that moan,
Each time she gives poor Mil or myself the axe!
Now the organ played by mad Eric sends her funeral dirge aloft—
And Quasimodo rings the bells at Notre Dame,
A cloaked figure in a shapeless hat whispers her eulogy so soft,
And silently 24 figures stand around her open grave.
And Mr. Arrow, Ghost of the Dastardly, doffs his cap and gives a bow:
Then turns and extends an elbow, for Kathy a ghost is now...

Pendragon

[Chava]

On a bright day in may, a dragon flew over a land of much rain. He didn't understand it, because it should be near summer, and it was freesing and raining. He flew on, untill he reached a large lake, by a green meadow. He settled down for a drink, and shortly after anounced, "Now that's odd", as he collapsed as a result of birdflu.

[Pendragon]

Salad of Death

Chava loved her green, green leaves,
Especially when she chopped them up for salad.
A vegetarian by nature and by beliefs—
And so begins our sorrowful ballad.
There are many types of green that Nature sends:
But not are of them are truly edible.
And sometimes the line between the two so blends,
That the difference becomes scarcely legible.
So the leaves that Chava chopped up to make
A nice green salad for her dinner—
Contained by a simple yet tragic, even fatal mistake,
Leaves from the shrub call the Oleander.
She really didn't notice any problem of bad flavor as she dined:
But when the alarm rang in the morning, Chava was not alive...


http://www.wwf.org.hk/images/kids/nature_detective/k_detective_oleander_b.jpg

(contains the toxins oleandrin and nerioside)



Pendragon

[Weeping Willow]

The dragon wing polls cut the air in an unbelieveble speed.
the creature advanced so quickly that the knights had not have the time even to preper..
The horm screamed around the yard as the merchantes flad from the square hiding from the mass.
Seconed later the they heard they archers poll they bows and fire!
Only a day later, it would be discovered that it was a just a little Pendragon making it's way going south..
And now all that was left is to prey god and wait for the dragons revange.

[kathycf]

The Lament of Weeping Willow:
What was the sad fate that befell poor Willow? It pains me to think about it. By a twist of
cruel fate, Willow was caught in a tornado and swept away, just like that cow in the movie "Twister" . Mother Nature is a cruel mistress indeed.

[adilyoussef]

Such a lost was when humanity lost her
Such a pain I felt when my heart missed her
For pain spoke of itself and grief once was
When a lory hit her and took her from what she was
To be or not to be once a man said
But where to be was what a bee wespered
For far from the earth her soul is now
And far from the eye her body fly
Kathy is a name lake any other
Whose owner lived and is dead like no other

[Mililalil XXIV]

Add sorrow to being left behind,
Destroy the dream of a careless mind,
In darkened shafts of light to sit,
Listen still, it's not said yet:

Young forever is his soul,
Only as he ever was,
Utterance so pure and whole,
Selfless always, just because
Self for him was there for all,
Everyone on him to call,
For selfish others who carry the pall.

[In 1948 one Adil Youssef died of unknown cause, but the one still living tore his own good name in half to share with this unsung namesake, the hero sacrificing 50% of his own honor with a poor dead man, that his own good, living graciousness be reflected on a neighbor's tomb.]

[smilingtearz]

Mil was Killed under the hill last night.. :(
and that's all i can say... May his soul Rest in Peace.. Amen!

[Mililalil XXIV]

Smilingtearz saw a clearer picture of Aimussage, and....
...don't know if he was too good looking for her mortal eyes, or if out of the shadows came a nightmare too hard to bear without holding the hand of a strong matron.
Yeah, I'll miss her - but at least I've still got that ole photo of dear Aimus.

[Man! You'd better not kill me for this, Eva - that wouldn't be all nice and kitty whiskers!]

[smilingtearz]

uhm... okay!...
I KILLED MILL!! and that's that!!

[Mililalil XXIV]

One day, and just one day, Smiley-Tearjerk wenta fishin. She caught hold of the big one, and it swallowed her. Like Jonah, she was a goner, but, like him, she.......
[To be continued (virtually - which means never)...]

[smilingtearz]

:eek:


it has been reported that Mililalil was found dead in the "donkey-stable" that smilingtearz owned..It is still unknown what he was doing there.

[shinigami]

smilingtearz was on her way to buy eyedrops when some lint went into her eye... She picked up a stick, scratching her eye, making it bleed and the died. And what was Mil doing at your stable?? Feeding the malnourished donkeys you own of course! Bless his kind, donkey-feeding soul... ^^,

[Mililalil XXIV]

Shinigami, always so concerned for dear Mil, just had to get too close again. She invetigated the donkey stables and happed upon the secret of Mil's demise. As the secret danger loomed, Mil opened a door from the spirit world and said, come in here, quickly! Her body fell against a gentle donkey, against which it leaned as the soul of Shinigami entered the door, to find 23 other Mililalils waiting like good hosts, offering her a spot to sit and await her chance to return to life when the danger had cleared.

Into the stalls came the hounds of black riders, sniffing, sniffing, sniffing - but they couldn't get the scent of either Mil or Shinigami, and departed in vain. In the meantime, there was life being lived to the fullest just beyond the door that mortality could not chase the souls into - the other 23 Mils were a riot, and very inquisitive about what their guests had been up to in the world.

[shinigami]

... I don't get it... ahahahah... um...

Let's see... while on a crusade, our dear Mil here happened to pass by a watermelon saleswoman... He bought one and started eating, unknowing that the red of the watermelon was actually blood... It was sort of addictive. eating that watermelon.. He ate and ate and ate and blood still dripping from his mouth.. The woman, revealed fangs to the public [gasp!] and the rest is pretty much very predictable...

Moments later, Mil, while still riding on his gallant steed is in an elevator going down.. down.. down to the gates in which Azrael was waiting for her... He's late for his appointment!^^,

Owari!!! Shinigami out!!

[Mililalil XXIV]

Shinigami was looking for a homework assignment. She opened her closet door and.......forget it! Next!

(A living Shinigami is the kind I want to see keep on living.)

[shinigami]

Yipee! Anyways.. I'm immortal.. even if I supposedly die I'll just get reb orn.. It's fun to live this way... hehehe.... Shinigami!!!

[Mililalil XXIV]

Someone lock this thread before Shinigami gets described as mortal!

[shinigami]

Yay!!!! No complaints bout that!!

[Pendragon]

Shinigami Angers The Gods

Shinigami, or Little Shini, as we have been known to call her,
Was Goddess of Death and Destruction
Unfortunately for the Goddess, events she caused to occur,
Wrecked the King if the Gods temple under construction.
Now true it is that this higher placed Great One,
Did not as a rule interfere with the other Deities’ duties—
But His wrath was kindled at what Shinigami had done,
Destroy His Temple? Oh, no! Not even another Deity could do this!
So he called forth the four great ancient worms of old,
The Gods had bound deep inside of the heart of the planet.
The four Great Dragons bowed their scaly heads before the throne,
And He gave them their instructions, and bade them fulfill it.
So Shinigami was sore beset by dragons of earth, wind, water, and fire:
And if they may not kill a Goddess, they can make it her desire

http://www.contrib.andrew.cmu.edu/~lmk/extra_art/fourdragons.jpg


Pendragon

[shinigami]

Hm... Let me put it this way.. I have a different MO from the other Gods above there... and since you and your dragons still fall under the "mortal" list...

Pen runs away although he knows that it is all in vain... I just glide to him, scythe in hand and after I behead him and his pets... I'm no longer so small now.. am I???? Hehhee..

[Pendragon]

Well, Shini, you might have a point about ME, but those four dragons, the dragons of Chinese legend and Mythology are imortal. Score, one dead human-- The Goddess of Death & Destruction still must battle the Four Dragons...not exactly a win-lose preposal ;) :nod: Note to whomsever posts next. I'm dead. Killed by Shinigami.

[shinigami]

Okay.. then I'll just give a proposal to those dragons... the dragons of Chinese Mythology can live by Wu Fei and Nataku.. I'm sure they wouldn't mind...

[kathycf]

Not only did Shinigami anger the gods, she angered the mobs... http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/smileys/gangster.gif

she begged and pleaded for her life http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/smileys/please.gif

OH NOOOO! Too late! The mob gets rid of her old school...
http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/smileys/behead.gif

http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/smileys/rip.gif http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/smileys/ghost.gif

Us--> http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/smileys/sob.gif
Don't worry, she will be back...

[Mililalil XXIV]

Now, Kathy was a girl who loved to ride a hog - thing is, she had no experience before her Evil Canevil impersonation.

[shinigami]

Haha... I'm immortal... I don't care bout no mob or god or dragon... hehehe.. I use my scythe on people and they die.. so there...

[smilingtearz]

It has been reported that our dear Little shin.. suffocated to death locked in a jewellery box.. between diamonds..

[Mililalil XXIV]

Haha... Shini's immortal... she don't care bout no mob or god or dragon or Kinder Surprise egg carton sized prison for diamonds... hehehe.. she'll just use her scythe on people and they are bald.. so there...

Now, as for Eva: she was a girl who loved to ride a hog - thing is, she had no experience before her Evil Canevil impersonation.

[smilingtearz]

I'd be glad if you can explain that to me..

Mil was killed by the donkey association for troubling Eva and not telling her who Aremiches is!

[Mililalil XXIV]

Aremiches introduced himself, revealing his reveange also. I don't want to know the details!

[shinigami]

Mil gets a Gold Card to hell.. it allows him to come back from the unliving to the Earth again... with a maximum of 1 google times...

Let me explain...

Shinigami literally means Gos Of Death... A position that shouldn't be confused with the Grim Reaper... because the Grim Reapers are below the jurisdiction of Me.. The GODdess of Death and Destruction. I'm the one that floates around.. having the ability to summon my Deathscythe... which is a scythe.. If I touch a plant.. That plant dies.. If I touch a dog.. bye bye poochie! If I touch a human.. Here lies ~~~~~... and so on and so forth.. No other mortal can challenge me... and I'm not afraid of any other God, or dragon, or pixie... So there... I am immortal and this is my game...

[kathycf]

An errant elephant herd runs over the supreme high death poobah and squashes her flat as a pancake.

[Pendragon]

Unfortunately, Kathy stepped on the hand of the Goddess, protruding from beneath the elephant foot. Bye, bye Kathy!





http://www.smiliegenerator.de/s30/smilies-8807.png

[kathycf]

http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/dragon.jpg + http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/harppon.jpg

equals http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/smileys/dead.png

Alas, poor Pen... victim of a drive-by harpooning. ;)

[Mililalil XXIV]

Kathy's nose was revealed as the final piece of a puzzle. When I placed it into its place in the picture, she disappeared - but no one actually saw her die.

[shinigami]

Hm... I saw kathy... she was by my secretary.. She has to wait in purgatory...[the waiting room of hell]... Well... I hope she doesn't feel too bad... She's only number 269... [now serving number 12]... hehehe...

[kathycf]

Hm... I saw kathy... she was by my secretary.. She has to wait in purgatory...[the waiting room of hell]... Well... I hope she doesn't feel too bad... She's only number 269... [now serving number 12]... hehehe...


Since purgatory isn't actually a waiting room in hell, I am ok with that. ;)

In Roman Catholic theology, Purgatory is a process of purification of the soul after death. It follows "the particular judgment", and is ordinarily a requirement before entry into Heaven.
So how did Mil meet his demise? No worries, I will take care of the both of you... *laughs dementedly*

http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/smileys/bizar.gif

Shini and Mil went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
Shini fell down and broke her crown
and Mil came tumbling after.

What is the lesson we have learned here? Drink bottled water!

[shinigami]

What??? Oki...

Um.. Sure.. let me think of something better for our DEAR kathy here... Let meplot out..

To the PBM... Kill Kathy....

[smilingtearz]

hah!
"finally kathy's dead.. and noone'll ever come to know what happened... wait let me hide this gun that fired turnips.. uh it's heavy! .. she asked for it" muahahaha..
~evil laugh~

[Weeping Willow]

We stood there.. Me and her.. holding hands and she.. she looked at me...
I was crying.. a tear came down hiting the fresh gravel.. ..
I looked down and the pain struck my heart again.. there it was laying before me.
And there she was.. looking at me With a Smiling Tears in her eye..
I fell to my knees as she let go of my hand leaving me there on her Grave looking at the little tear.. Smiling at me from the ground....

[kathycf]

A lament for Weeping Willow.

willow got swept into an alternative universe, where willows are viciously hunted down and ... well, suffice it to say, this place doesn't have any willows left. As the only witness to this tragedy (having been swept away myself) I shake my fist in the air and vow revenge!!!

[Weeping Willow]

Here is where we first met.. there near that old oak..
And there is where we lay down on the grass letting the yellow sun to warm our hearts..
And there was when she stood in the rain.. waiting just for me...
And now.. all that's left is this little square of turnips..
And my memory of Kathy....

[AimusSage]

I Received a jacket with a turnip inside.
It's a sicilian message, Willow is sleeping with the turnips now.
It's been nice knowing you Willow, not to worry, you will be avenged.

[kathycf]

Le mort de turnip:
Aimus, our dear friend. He went to that big turnip patch in the sky, dispatched there by an evil veggie queen.
All hail Kathy!!!! Grand high poobah of dispatching turnip headed young men named AimusSage ;) :lol: ;)

[Mililalil XXIV]

The turnip turned up, up, up...way up! If you look to Paradise and squint, you can just see that speck looking over the edge of the pail in the soul carrier's hand!

[Pendragon]

Multiple Ghost Sighting

Whateverville:__________A local man reports seeing a crowd of specters near here yesterday at sunset.

"I were passin' th' auld cem'tary ahind of th' auld Mil' place, when I seed a thin ghostie feller dashing crost th' bloomin' road! Fair gave me a fright, it did! Then, shave me 'ead and call me Baldy ef thar wharn't a 'ole bloody crowd uv 'em, roight ahind uv th' foist 'un!

"'Ere, ye git yerself back ter yer grave, twinty-fer", they sceeches, loike a bloody banshee! They vanishes in th' fog an' I 'eads t' th' nearst pub! Needed some strong stuff, I did!

"Naw, I ain't drunk, ner crazy."

The, ah, gentleman's story was confirmed by more reliable witnesses, so we believe he saw something. Then there was the footprints in the road near that old gaveyard.... :nod:

[sHaRp12]

The person above me died in a fierce battle with one of the knights of Camelot. He was squashed with a dragons foot.

[adilyoussef]

No one stirs and all are still
Gazing with amazement to a strange body
Strange but of human it was
Yes was for the sool left it already
Crached may be or squized who knows?
For it's split into parts, and steady
Froms it takes from time to time
And no one knows whose that body
"May be the above would answer" I thought
Till I discover he's the one who lost that body
Mistery is his death and I still wonder
Why his death is like nobody's

[kathycf]

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for lost adilyoussef
For the rare and radiant youth whom the angels name adilyoussef
Nameless here forevermore.

Quoth the raven: adilyoussef bought the farm.
but who listens to ravens anyway?

[Pendragon]

Morte De Kathy

Kathy wrote her last obit,
In a charming parody of verse.
But the last time that I saw Kathy
She was riding in a hearse

Because she could not stop for Death,
His carriage stopped for maiden fair.
The jet-black horses drew them both
Off to who knows where

Death is not a unfair Lord,
All are treated equally.
You yourself may not have time for Death—
But Death will make time for thee.

So sound the knell of iron bell,
And drop a tear from your redden eyes.
Here's to the ones already dead:
And here's to the next one who dies...


http://www.theempire.com.au/images/2005-10-14/NBX%20Replica%20Halloween%20Tombstone.jpg

Pendragon

[kathycf]

Now we mourn our dear Pendragon
He fell off of a turnip wagon
He broke his wings in a thrice
Now who could say such a thing was nice????!

[Mililalil XXIV]

It ended, that game of walking the bridge - Kathy reached the other side, and Eternity thrives as if ever new.
It has begun, Kathy's cheering shouts:
"This is the place to be - I beckon thou toll-payers, summoning you!"

[kathycf]

Mil was transported to the American Old West and insulted some guys in a saloon by calling them "yaller bellied varmints". Needless to say, the incident ended in a "neck tie party" for ol' Mil.

http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/smileys/hang.gif

[Pendragon]

This aforementioned time warp also sent Kathy into the past, where the people of Salem, Massachusetts also hanged her during the infamous witch trials, her modern clothing being plenty of evidence that she was in league with Dark Forces... http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/spezial/Fool/vis.gif

[adilyoussef]

All were hanged but one
Standing there gazing with amaizement
But the truth was then
That the deads live and he lies on the pavement
Soul separated from body like a sudden
Watching people uttering the old testement

[Pendragon]

Adil, Mon Ami: A Lament

We looked for our friend in the evening
As the sun burned bright gold in the West;
In our hearts we knew the truth and were grieving,
Knowing that our friend had finally found rest.
He had wandered through life looking for something
And as the stars began to gather in the skies;
I raised my head and said "Don't let it all be for nothing!"
And I couldn't keep the tears from my eyes.
Someone called to me, "Come here, we've found him."
But my heart told me that he was no longer there.
I walked over to see the looks on their faces were grim.
And I had them all join me in one final prayer.
Where we buried him is a secret that we share with no one.
For our friend is really never alone... and never really gone

Pendragon

[kathycf]

Pendragon's Lurgy.

Cause: hot weather

Symptoms: dementia, water retention, winking

Cure: none.... :eek2:

Well, dear Pen, they will at least name this illness after you.

[adilyoussef]

Some days ago, I was asked to a wedding party. A party it was but will be no more. The bride turned to a corpse by a magical spell. Body without soul, Kathy was then. A man with fear, her husband flew. It was strange for the witch who threw the spell was the same who suffered from it.

[Pensive]

A Poet's Murder - Morocco In Black

Adilyoussef, the most famous poet in Morocco was sitting under the tree when Salman Khursheed, another poet came and shooted him. It is reported that Salmabn Khursheed was jealous of Adilyoussef's fame and so planned to kill him but Morocco's police caught him doing the act though sadly, doctors were unable to save Adilyoussef. People in Morocco are in dark and are wearing black clothes to mourn his murder.

May he rest in peace!

[Shakira]

The Mockingbird flew in search of leaves of gold & dashed against the Great of China. She died on the spot. We regret her loss.

[adilyoussef]

Great Pensive. I'm sad for my being killed.

But Shakira was still young
And people over her grave mourn
Their mourning echoes like a song
In heaven repeated with a tone
She was very merry and joyful
But that before her life was taken
Taken by a fierce and hateful
Jerk than made hearts broken
A devil man broke her neck
And smiled like an insane
So sory all are for her
That her life ended by a man without a brain

[Pensive]

Great Pensive. I'm sad for my being killed.
Don't be sad, you are up again. :p


Adilyoussef goes in search of treasure but never returns home
Adilyoussef's wife told that Adil had gone missing. He went in search of treasure to Karakoram ranges a month ago and had not returned since. Many people searched for his dead body but were unable to find it. It is difficult/quite impossible to find a single dead body in the big Karakoram ranges so people are quite sure that he is dead by now.

May his soul rest in peace!

[Pendragon]

Who Killed The Mockingbird?

The people of the LitNet gathered round,
Each head was solemnly bowed:
And Detective Scherlock said "Now I'll be bound,
The killer is here among this very crowd!"
At that one and all protested long and loud,
"It was not me!" "I dinnae!" "Watch it, Holmes!"
The mockingbird lay in her shroud,
Rigor Mortis stiffened to the very bones.
"I still will say," Scherlock continued to proclaim,
"That the killer is watching proceedings even now!
I shall trap this villain, or Holmes is NOT my name;
For justice must be served! And this I vow!"
But the Dragon quietly typed up his manuscript—
And silently laughed—for he knew he'd gotten away with it...

http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/tiere/e025.gif

Pendragon

[Pensive]

Pendragon's encounter with Death
Ladies and Gentlemen, today we are so sorry to announce the d--dea-eath of Pendragon, a treasure to LitNet. The story goes like:
He was sitting there, reading a novel and suddenly his pet, Dragon Nomi came and tore him up that Pendragon did not take care of Dragon Nomi's son Dragon Tomi and so a witch attacked Tomi and murdered him. Dragon Nomi, who was mourning his son's death came to his boss and murdered him in revenge.

[Taliesin]

Due to a strange accident involving improbability and aerodynamics, we regret to inform you that Pensive has fallen to death. All the molecules of air accidentally gathered away from under her wings so it became impossible to fly. Since Pensive liked to fly high, the fall was lethal. She will be missed.

[kathycf]

Taliesin, our dearly departed.

Taliesin left this vale of tears after being set upon and whacked over the head with a bag of marshmallows by a self resurrecting woman and an ill tempered dragon. Said dragon is now being sought by Litnet members the world over and will be punished severely for this transgression. I will not, er I mean that woman will be dealt with as well...

:goof:

[Pensive]

Kathycf sentenced to death...
On 1st of June, Kathycf was accused of stealing the unique photo of Mona Lisa. Police caught her in the act and so Kathycf was sentenced to death.
Poor Kathy, it was just a photo...

[Miss Darcy]

The computer just swallowed my post! *sniff*
-It was long, but to shorten it a little and give you the main gist...
Pensive, our dear forum member of almost 4000 posts, has departed from this world.
The authorities declare that her energy was finally exhausted after 7 years of ceaseless flying, and she fell into the Atlantic Ocean where she drowned.
(I will not tell you about the penguin who fell in love with her the previous year during her flight over Antarctica, or about the small boat that had tailed her for the past five months, or about how her body, which was supposed to have been lost, was found in a crystal coffin in a deserted chapel on the bay of Majorca, or about how the same small boat that had tailed her journey was secretly anchored on the rocks twenty metres away from the chapel, or about the revolver in the small boat, or about the strangely-shaped footprints that the cleaner found in the chapel when she was sent by the government to clean it up. I will not tell you how frustrated love can twist and contort. I will not tell you of the Passion of the Penguin. I will not tell you, since I do not know, that the penguin secretly worshipped Pensive as the sea breeze came whispering in through the window of the small brown chapel. I will not tell you how the better part of the penguin regretted it...)

[Pensive]

Miss Darcy - Victim Of Hill
I am very sorry to inform you guys the death of our beloved, Miss Darcy. She was trying to be the King of the Hill but then I (Pensive) became the King Of The Hill and this depressed Miss Darcy a lot. She had no other choice but to commit suicide. Poor Miss Darcy, If I would have known that she was so much emotional about hill, I would have given it to her... Atleast she would not have been dead now... :rolleyes:

[Pendragon]

http://www.doc.ic.ac.uk/~kpt/terraquest/va/science/penguins/0513.32.gif
Pensive's Passing

Heya! D'ya miss me? Shaddup! About dis here Pensy moll, youse know, da one what fancied penguins? You want I should shut yer pie-hole fer ya or what? Huh? Here's a tip, dis dame ain't comin' back dis time. Kinda crossed up de wrong moll and dat moll grabbed a typewritter and rat-tat-tat-tat. Capisce?
Just t'ought ya might wanna know. We gave her da woiks for a funeral, all nice and flowery. *Sniff* Gonna miss da little boid. Hey, what ya lookin' at, Mac? Ya like them pretty teeth? Ain't gonna look so good, ya keep starin' at me like dat, capisce? I done my duty. Let's get outa here, boys.

[Pensive]

Desertedly Ghost Versus Amazon Ghost!
Pendragon, Desertedly Ghost was jealous to see Amazon's ghost and so he prepared to fight him with an army of ten other ghosts but Amazon's ghost who was a ghost of great understanding was already prepared for an attack and had already arranged an army of hundred ghosts. The war began and Pendragon was murdered by one of the soldiers in the army of Amazon's Ghost. Pendragon will be immensely missed. We will never forget his merry songs and sonnets...

May his soul rest in peace!

[Pendragon]

That should be "Dastardly Ghost", Pensy, m'dear! And I do tire of Auld Arrow at that. Hummm.

[kathycf]

Unlucky Pen went swimming 59 minutes after eating his lunch, when everyone knows you are supposed to wait an hour...

Shoud'nt sneer at those old pearls of wisdom, Pen. :brow:

[Pendragon]

Kathy, the undying undead, shriveled into dust when she realized that she had made a grave, (chuckle), error. It was a cryptic, (snicker), miscalculation. She had written an obituary for the wrong person. Yes, our dear dead undying lady proved to be mortal, (hee), after all. The next in line for an obit was dear Pensy, not Pendragon, who had popped by for a comment. Kathy was, (haw), mortified to discover this monumental, (chortle), mistake on her part and so departed. Her last words were "Well, I never..." She will, of course, pop back up. (Hee-hee) They always do when they are done—in. (rimshot!)

[Pensive]

Pendragon tries to be Poirot
LitNet Members, we are very sorry to announce the death of Pendragon...
The story goes like this: In his neighbourhood, a woman was found murdered. Pendragon tried to investigate the matter but sadly the murderer also killed Pendragon and left the note that whoever will try to investigate the murder of that woman will be fed to fishes.

[RobinHood3000]

PENSIVE SHOT DOWN

The murders of the elusive Pensive did not go unpunished. She was found pierced by an arrow, tangled in power lines. Eyewitnesses recall hearing a shout of "For PENDRAGON!!" prior to the attack.

[Pensive]

Robinhood's encounter with a Lion
Robinhood was trying to hunt animals in Jungle but suddenly a Lion attacked him...and then what was seen by Robin's fellow hunters is very difficult to tell....Robin was seen DEAD with red blood flowing from everywhere...

[kathycf]

Pensive, poor Pensive. Despite endless warnings about not bathing with the toaster (Pensive likes to multi-task and make her breakfast whilst taking her morning bath) our dear friend Pensive got sizzled amongst her bubbles when the toaster fell in the tub.
http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/smileys/tub2.gif + http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/toaster.jpg

equals http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/smileys/dead.png

[Pendragon]

The Haunted and the Haunter

And behold today the dead undying passed again,
Her raven locks against her snowy shroud.
She walked once more among the World of Mortal Men,
A pale, yet lovely face within the crowd.
No wrinkled hag, this lady of Undying Death,
But fair and sweet, with skin like milk.
The scent of roses upon her breath,
Her tresses fall like strings of richest silk.
Yet something cold there is about her cornflower eyes,
Something a little haughty in her walk and gaze.
They say the man who meets her sight always dies,
And whom she shall kiss, may count his days.
But the sun has set, and night has claimed her once again:
And who knows when next Kathy shall walk among mortal men?

Pendragon

http://www.cosgan.de/images/more/flowers/006.gif

[kathycf]

That is much too nice of a poem for me to devise your "exit", Pen. Person below me, please take up the slack and do Pen for me, would you?

[Kelly_Sprout]

Per kathy's last request, Pendragon became a ghost town after realizing he was the son of a city, not a king.

[kathycf]

Ah, thanks Kelly Sprout: To bad I could not stop you from putting on those cement shoes and going for a swim...

http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/Gamex5402NickyCementShoes.gif

[Pensive]

Kathy and her trouble with the house
Kathy started to build a house but the house was destroyed by hurricane and then poor Kathy died because of the sorrow...

[Pendragon]

Mockingbird Shot Down!

The Mockingbird lay upon the forest floor,
A grey-goose feathered arrow sunk into her breast.
Perhaps a furlong, certainly not much more,
From the comfort and safety of her own sweet nest.
Now careful had the little birdie planned,
And built that nest with the most infinite care:
It was sheltered beneath a crag, no crack larger than a span
Would give an archer a shot at her nigh there!
Yet the evidence could not be dismissed, the bird was slain
By an arrow which struck with a mortal wound.
What archer around was there would could proclaim
To take that shot and make it a shot of doom?
The Dragon had caught a glimpse of the man in green:
But he kept right on with his business, as if he had never seen...


http://ffmedia.ign.com/filmforce/image/cic200426-11.jpg

Pendragon

[Pensive]

Pendragon and Dumbledore's Army

Pendragon, being against Harry Potter is invited by Lord Voldemort to become the chief of the army Voldermort is creating named "Voldy's Army" Pendragon, as he is against Harry Potter accepts Voldemort's offer gladly but then the final war between Dumbledore's army and Voldy's army approaches and Volemort is defeated and Pendragon is killed. Poor Pendragon, if only he would have supported Harry Potter, his end would not have been so terrible. He will be missed!

[kathycf]

Pensive went the same way as "Moaning Myrtle" :eek:

If I have told you girls once I have told you a thousand times...Never let a basilisk into the girl's loo! They just aren't nice!

:wave: Hi Pensive!

[Kelly_Sprout]

Poor, poor kathycf. Alas, she died of sleep deprivation!

[Pendragon]

The Grave of Kelly

I passed by the cemetery this evening,
While the moon was but a sliver in the sky;
Each tombstone is marked with an end and beginning,
With a dash in between to fill up e're we die.
There was a freshly dug grave in the back row,
Under the shade of a gigantic oak;
And that's the place where Kelly Sprout lies now,
For it seems that today Kelly croaked.
In the moonlight I see a fairy ring on the grave,
And I wonder if they are watching over his bed.
Kelly was a person to always be brave,
And now our friend Kelly is quite gone and dead!
Funny now, though, his name was Kelly Sprout—
It may just be that the sunlight may make him grow—and let Kelly out...

Pendragon

http://americanheritage.us/Images/T_cb1061318.jpg

[Pendragon]

Dragonsleep

The Dragon slumped down quite wearily,
Against the marble of a new-built tomb.
His eye could still discern things, but barely;
As he tried his Dragon-sight to pierce the gloom.
"All these long centuries have I waited,
But He comes not to steal my breath!
My kind have long become homeless and antiquated,
And within this crypt at least I shall sleeping rest!
But comes there none to write my eulogy?
To carve above my door about my words and deeds?
I see none approach, not even Auld Arrow from the sea—
And I was always there to met their needs!”
And with that the Dragon sharpened his claws upon a flint-rock shelf.
And began to carve his own litany—himself!

Pendragon


http://www.dinosoria.com/cliparts_transpa/dragons/XX113819.gif

[Kelly_Sprout]

Light from their torches flickered against something deep in the cavern. Hoping it would be the dragon's gold, they carefully inched forward. Imagine their surprise when they discovered an ancient computer, still mysteriously powered on after all these millenia. Great bones lay in disarray in the chair and on the floor before the old relic. On the oddly quaint glass screen was a poem, Dragonsleep, lamenting an apparent abandonment of both friend and foe.

The adventurers were moved with a profound sadness at this discovery. As a final tribute, they printed out the poem and etched its words onto a great rock which they rolled in front of the opening to the dragon's lair. As the final words were scratched onto the rock, Kelly Sprout thought he heard a faint noise from within the cavern; a scraping sort of noise, like dry bones clattering together. He held up his hand for silence, but could hear nothing more. Had he imagined it?

The treasure hunters, finished now with the eulogy, respectfully left the cavern, now become a tomb, without their treasure.

[kathycf]

Kelly_Sprout was last spotted on the litnet hill
He trumped the last poster and there was a spill

Kelly Kelly we will miss you so very much
I will sing you to your rest with a song in Dutch**

But here in this thread, you can die and come back
Mother Nature will never let you take that tack.

(**Hey I couldn't think of a word that fit that rhymed with much) :p

[AimusSage]

Walking deep into the night
I saw a sudden flash of light
High up in the starlit sky
So quick it barely caught my eye

Poor Kathy’s spaceship gone
It’s debris falling into dawn
A single escape pod was found
But Kathy, she never touched ground

The cats escaped without her
On the ground they gave a purr
But Kathy, she was blown apart
Earth never heard the last beat of her heart.

[kathycf]

Aimus's turnip has been utterly mashed, alas!
and such a nice turnipey fellow too.

but we think half full when we think of our glass.
His "death" is not goodbye, but a short adieu!

[Pendragon]

Dirge for The Dead Undying

Since Kathy never really dies
But forever remains undying dead;
No sparkle gone from her blue eyes,
No hint of grey upon her head.
It does no good to bury her,
For she is but asleep for a little while.
So carefully cover her in furs,
(See! She sighs, and gives a faint smile!)
Nay, latch the tomb before we go!
I'll not have robbers steal the maid!
When she awakes, no lock will hold her, you know,
And I'll not have her angry 'cause I made a mistake.
Within the tomb the dead undying lies at rest.
And these know not that a Dragon watches the nest...

Pendragon

[kathycf]

Dear Pen, you write such lovely eulogies.

I shall not be so eloquent today, however. Even dragons can slip on banana peels and crack their heads.

:banana: Bad, BAD banana!

[AimusSage]

Woopsee, it seems a dragon slipped on the PAM, crushing her in the process. :eek:

[kathycf]

Such a nice young man, our Aimus. Too bad he got crushed by a herd of stampeding turnips. Seems turnips are deadly afraid of okra. Well, who isn't?

[Pensive]

Kathy in Death's Mouth
Ladies and gentlemen, we are sorry to announce the death of our beloved member, Kathy. It is heard that while drunk, she was driving on the Mall Road and was hit by a truck. She remained in ICU for some time but poor doctors were unable to prevent her from death. May her soul rest in peace!

[Pendragon]

Pensy's Final Resting Place

I found a small birdie on Mockingbird Lane,
Collapsed by the side of the road.
Her wings were nigh broken; her feathers were frayed,
And her back bent as if from carrying a load.
"Kind sir." She gasped. "I've tried very hard,
But I just can no longer keep up with my job!
I can feel my heart giving out, 'ere it snaps into shards,
And to think no one cares!" Was her sob.
I lifted the little bird tenderly enough,
And soothed her ruffled feathers with a touch of my hand.
But I could not heal her, the wounds were to much,
But she pass on knowing the warmth of a friend.
Beneath a great oak I laid her to rest:
Pensy, she said to call her. May she be forever blessed.

Pendragon

http://covblogs.com/oldschool/archives/childs_coffin-jpg.jpg

[kathycf]

Poor Pendragon got caught in a fruit conga line. Dragons are mighty, but not good dancers. Darn you pineapple, darn you!!!


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[RobinHood3000]

Kathy, for her part, stopped to smell the flowers. Unfortunately, they were poppies, and the jealous Wicked Witch of the West made them deadlier this time...

[AimusSage]

Robin got arrested for illegal archery in Winnipeg. When the police where driving him to the police station, they had to cross the bridge, and bad luck would have it that just as they crossed the bridge, a meteor crashed into the bridge in front of the police car, causing it to tumble into the river. Robin, the master archer unfortunately isn't as good in opening locks as he is in shooting arrows, and poor Robin slowly drowned in the back of a police car.

[RobinHood3000]

Aimus was convicted by the Intergalactic Police for illegally hurling meteors at bridges. Upon hearing that one such meteor was responsible for the slow, agonizing death of the beloved hero Robin, the Intergalactic Juries unanimously agreed that Aimus was to be immediately executed.

[Pendragon]

The Last Shot?

Pale was the face beneath the yellow hair,
And paler still the grim eyes like ice;
The red feather still jaunty in his cap with flair,
As his bow he bent with all his might.
"Watch ye, well, Pen, where this arrow flies,
And mark well the spot where it comes to rest.
I feel Death approach, with her kiss, Robin dies;
But fail me not in this, my last request."
The eyes went shut, but the strong hand did not drop the bow,
As the green-clad archer breathed his last.
Nor was I like to forget nor forgo my vow,
In my strong claws my wings bore him to his final rest.
But is it final? Nay. Forsooth. I say not so.
Death seldom keeps her grasp for long upon a superhero...

Pendragon
http://www.fumettidicarta.it/Garage_Ermetico/GREEN_ARROW_TP/disegnoPHIL_HESTER_2000.jpg

[kathycf]

Pendragon had an unfortunate encounter with St. George and a giant fire extinguisher.

[Pendragon]

Drat! I thought I'd taken care of old Georgie years ago, Kathy! http://www.industreal.spb.ru/smiles/snow.gif :lol:

[kathycf]

Yea, he is stinker, that one. No sense of humor at all when it comes to dragons. :p

[Boris239]

US Government found out a new witchcraft organization in Massachusetts. The rumour is that they are closely connected to infamous Salem witches. Their leader- Kathy was confirmed to be a practising witch using Monty Python and the Holy Grail methods (nobody doubted it anyway-after all only witches can be so beautiful) and consequently burnt on Copley square near the Trinity Church.

[Pensive]

Werewolf And Boris!

Boris invited Greyback (werewolf) to his home and then Greyback ate him. Poor Boris, I used to tell him not to trust them but...may his soul rest in piece.

[Pendragon]

WINDEX CLAIMS THE LIFE OF MOCKINGBIRD

A mockingbird was smashed today when she collided full force with a picture window she could not tell was there. It seems the owners of the home have been using Windex™, for the no-streak shine. The window thus became invisible to the poor bird. It might not have been so horrible if not for a bunch of raucous magpies sitting on a tree branch nearby that thought the whole thing was hilarious. They laughed and slapped each other on the back and made nasty remarks about the poor birds fate.http://www.industreal.spb.ru/smiles/holy.gif

[Kelly_Sprout]

(Chorus:)
Pen, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee

Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Pen,
and brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy ken. Oh

(Chorus, twice)

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on Pen's gigantic tail,
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came,
Pirate ships would lower their flag when Pen roared out his name. Oh

(Chorus)

A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Pen that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain,
Pen no longer went to play along the cherry lane.
Without his life-long friend, Pen could not be brave,
So Pen that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. Oh

(Chorus, softly)
(Chorus, loudly)


Well, not a eulogy precisely, but we shall all miss Pendragon's mighty roar.

[RobinHood3000]

Niiiice...we should have that on the PB & J thread!!

Kelly Sprout -- brutally murdered by arrow for infringing on a certain Emerald Archer's trademark rights on the color green. The Jolly Green Giant is next.

[kathycf]

Robin was oddly tranported back in time to the St. Valentine's Day massacre.
http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/smileys/gangster.gif

Don't worry, I will visit your grave...http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/smileys/rip.gif


Their leader- Kathy was confirmed to be a practising witch using Monty Python and the Holy Grail methods (nobody doubted it anyway-after all only witches can be so beautiful) and consequently burnt on Copley square near the Trinity Church.
Perhaps in my next "life" I ought to choose a safer occupation...perhaps a shrubber? ;)

[Pendragon]

Another Sighting of "Ressurection Kathy"

SALEM:____Another person has contacted the newspaper with word of a strangely beautiful, raven-haired lady in a white shroud, seen prowling the grounds of the old cemetery. This ethereal beauty has also been known to appear under the old hanging tree on the hill outside town, and around the landmarks dealing with the infamous Salem Witch Trials. It is not known who the lady is, although a psychic investigator told the paper that she said to call her "Kathy" and that she was, quote: "Dead undying" unquote. Anyone who disbelieves in haunting is welcome to come see for themselves.

http://www.ilcancello.com/archivio_grafica/FOTO_GRAFICA/Ghost/lady_ghost_killer.jpg



PS. THANKS, KELLY! I LOVED THE SONG! :lol:

[RobinHood3000]

Pendragon was found brutally murdered. Witnesses point to a strange, raven-haired woman seen near the scene moments before the crime. Earwitnesses also report hearing a voice shrieking, "MY NAME IS NOT KATHY -- IT'S LIGEIA!!!" Memorial services to follow next week.

[Pendragon]

THE END OF GREEN ARROW?

The famous Superhero Green Arrow was rushed to an undisclosed hospital last night in what Batman, speaking for the Justice League, would only describe as serious condition. As this reporter could get nothing more out of the Dark Knight, an attempt was made to contact Arrow's sidekick, Arrowette. She was joined by Arsenal, a former sidekick of the Arrow, who finally provided details. The Arrow had created a "boomerang arrow" years before, as a weapon against crime. The problem was, it would return to the shooter at full speed and had to be destroyed before it hit. Green Arrow and Arrowette were surprised and ambushed before he could destroy the returning arrow, and it took him out. Police are out to round up the gang, but Arsenal and Arrowette seem fairly certain they won't find them. The Arrow’s condition remains a mystery.

[kathycf]

The Picture of Pendragon Gray


When they entered, they found hanging upon the wall a splendid portrait of their master as they had last seen him, in all the wonder of his exquisite youth and beauty. Lying on the floor was a dead man, in evening dress, with a knife in his heart... It was not till they had examined the rings that they recognized who it was.
:eek: :eek2: :eek:

[AimusSage]

Due to an accident at the meat processing plant where Kathy spend many days pressing buttons, cats worldwide can now enjoy a new limited edition can of catfood with a very special flavour.

[kathycf]

Ewwww! Sorry, I know I have interrupted the flow of the thread... :lol:

Still AimusSage's turn

[AimusSage]

I guess I should clarify that the special flavour is that of Kathy's bodyparts.

She processed herself into catfood! :eek:

[RobinHood3000]

Never mind, I'll knock you both off.

Pendragon, whose avatar apparently left some ambiguity as to whether he was staring at his computer or at a poodle, was shocked to find that the former suddenly changed into the latter. Poodle-welfare representatives declined to comment on Pendragon's sudden, un-provoked mauling by a breed of dog previously thought harmless.

Aimus was found this morning bitten by a bizarre breed of vampire with an allergy to turnips rather than garlic. Unable to cope with the obvious irony, Aimus bludgeoned himself to death with one of his beloved vegetables.

[AimusSage]

Someone with a cudgel came from behind a tree and smashed Robin Hood into a pulp. The police are at a loss as to whom the killer is. There seems to be no motive other then random killing. Witnesses have described the killer as big, muscular, with the skin of a bear used for clothing.

[RobinHood3000]

A mysterious Assassin has apparently slain the corrupt magic-wielder, Aimus. Eyewitness reports are sketchy, with only a general picture of an athletic-looking, dark-haired woman, wielding a set of wrist-mounted claws on each hand.

[mir]

the unfortunate protector of Sherwood forest, Robin Hood (3000), has just met his untimely demise at the hands of a pack of ducks who apparently spoke a different dialect of Rubber Duckese. or possibly had a thing against rubber. all are in mourning for this noble soul, who, it now appears, wore many avatars, now gone with him - Green Arrow has kicked the bucket, as well as a fox wearing an unlikely green shirt (do not try this at home, folks, foxes + shirts = band-aids).

[RobinHood3000]

The peaceful Mir, alas, will fly no more. Having lost energy to friction for several years, she finally descended into the atmosphere and swiftly cremated.

[kathycf]

Robin...dear Robin! He is now gone
from this vale of tears, now I weep and sob

On a stair he fell and laid, broken until the dawn...
the cause, a thoughtless leaving of a devoured corn cob

[AimusSage]

The day is sunny and no cloud in sight.
Beautiful as ever was seen a day,
But with it comes the demise
Of dear Kathy, she went out to play
In the river running deep, running wild.
She swam to far, falling prey
To the rapids, fast and furious.
And so is it that on this day
A lady died with broken bones.
Her body found in utter disarray
Spread out under the sunlight
On a quiet riverbank far away.

[Chava]

"Death to local turnip picker"
"In a freak accident, young turnip harvester, Aimus, missjudged the location of his mouth, and speared himself with a fork through dinner. Funeral will take place shortly"

[AimusSage]

After being sighted all over Europe, Chava has died recently. When she declared she would travel to the moon using only a spoon and chopsticks, everybody thought she was joking, but it turned out she was a real macguyver, and build a spaceship out of the spoon and chopsticks. However unfortunate, the spaceship used a very unstable form of energy known as onions. This caused the ship to explode in midflight, taking Chava with it. This terrible loss to the space program has promted NASA to hold a memorial service in honor of this space faring pioneer. Cake and drinks afterward.

[Pendragon]

Amius, Vampire Slayer?

In the cloudy evening, Aimus the Slayer approached the vampire's crypt. The coffin suddenly sprang open and the evening sun revealed the Vampire, Lord Sergio.

"But, but--the sunlight." Amius stammered.

"Oh, that. Sun block. Very high Spf. Only the best you know."

"Back!" Aimus screamed thrusting a crucifix at the oncoming undead one.

"Please." The Vampire Lord raised an arm, about which was wrapped a rosary. "I am a good Catholic."

"Then try this garlic, a concentrated spray!"

The Lord Sergio laughed. "I am Italian, my friend. You read too much bunk about us."

Aimus grasped his final weapon, a wooden stake, with silver tip. He drove it towards the vampire's chest. It passed through and fell to the floor. Lord Sergio seized Amius by the throat and squeezed. "Wrong type of stake my friend. You see, I am a vegetarian..." http://www.cosgan.de/images/kao/figuren/g065.gif

[mir]

it was a beatiful spring day, as the sun backlit the trees and carnivorous poodles frolicked in the fields. suddenly, a shadow passed over the land. the poodles froze, and bared their teeth; the sun crept away and hid behind a cloud - and an enormous blue shape, carrying in his mouth a large desk - unfortunate victim of his hunger - touched down in the field. it set the desk right-side up and glared around it, as if in challenge to all comers. but its glare was not in vain. a small poodle jumped onto the desk and stared at it eye-to-eye, challenging the strangely-chromatized behemoth. The tension grew.
Finally, the poodle could no longer contain its carnivorous nature. it brought out tea and scones, and set them up on the writing desk. the dragon brought out his silk handkercheif to use as a napkin, and the two breakfasted on the lawn in the sunlight.

the next day, the newspapers showed two headlines: Kid Elected King By Sword - and (Pen)Dragon Dies of Overdose of Tea.

sorry about that . . . : )

[kathycf]

Llama accident in Pennsylvania

A valued member of the Literature Network forums met an early and untimeful demise when her llamas stampeded after being scared by rogue turnips. Dear mir, we hope to see your dear face again someday, better hurry up and revive yourself.


Kid Elected King By Sword :D :thumbs_up

[AimusSage]

Death of a Cheapskate ;)

It happened today in Massachusetts.
Pets fed up with a lack of benefits,
Decided to eat their mistress.
Who, as you might already guess
Made them chew on leftover bits.

(I have no idea how to correctly pronounce Massachusetts, so it either rhymes, or it doesn't. :goof: )

[adilyoussef]

Drums I was once hearing from a place so far
Drums-like music my heart was beating so far
But drums was a music selebrating a seremony
Of man whose life turned to be agony
Aimus was cought by men-eaters on that day
And his soul found to heaven its way

[Pendragon]

Adil dreamed his dreams of reality,
Not once considering how bad it could be;
If but for once the scales fell from blinded eyes
And he was forced to recognize;
The sad sorrowful truth that dooms us all,
The gloom and trouble that must befall
All those who find that dark and foggy lane
That leans only to suffering and mortal pain.
A warning, my friend, is sufficient I deem:
Live out your life within your dreams...

[Taliesin]

"Oh dear! Come look at this!"
"What is it?" the leading archeologist asked from the newbie without turning his head. The first-year student had alarmed so for about twenty times about important issues like Coke-bottles and cigarette stubs.
"This one seems really strange..." the young will-once-become-the-best-archeologist said. "It seems like a giant skull."
Now the head archeologist turned his head. He almost spurted to the small site the young one had been clearing.
"Oh. My. God." he whispered, taken aback.
"Do you know what this one is, kid? Do you? No, I guess that stuff like this isn't taught in universities any more." He took a deep breath.
"This, my lad," he patronizingly said, "is the skull of a real dragon."
"But.... aren't those just a fairy-tale?," the student asked?
"Nah," the older man answered, carefully taking phorographs and brushing dirt offthe skull. "Just exctinct. Seems like this one was murdered. See the crack in the center of a skull."
At this moment, there was already quite an audience around them.
"Now, let's take a look at this," the old man theatically said pulling something out of the skull. "Do you know what this is?"
"A.... quill?" somebody volunteered.
"A pen, aye. Some dragons used to have pens in their heads, instead of stones. Rumoured to have magical properties, so there were quite a number of knights who wanted to chop open their heads to get them. Pendragons, they were called, you know."
"But how was this one murdered?" asked another voice from the crowd. "These creatures seem quite hard to slay."
"Among other things," the old man said, trying to look wise, "the pens of the pendragons were a mortal weapon against other dragons. A pen is sharper than a sword, as they say. Seems like this one was killed with such a quill."
And then he pulled another quill out of the skull.
"Seems like the knight never got to claiming the quills." he mentioned.

[kathycf]

T is for Taliesin, who was mashed like potatoes....

http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/kathycf/T.jpg

[Pendragon]

K is for Kathy, kawa karma, kestral keens to kith and kindrid she was killed by a kamakazi kraken, kaput kinder...

[thevintagepiper]

Woe to Pendragon, who trustingly crept too close to his gargantuan pet reptile...smoke billowed and our friend is no more.

[Pendragon]

Piper was shot down in her vintage Sopwith Camel areoplane by the Ghost of The Red Baron, who mistook the fair maiden for his archenemy, Snoopy...

http://www.grandearmee.com/ProductImages/1_SOPWITH_CAMEL_FI_BRITISH_AIRPLANE_DESKTOP_MODELS _GRANDE_ARMEE_MILITARIA_SOPWITH_CAMEL_FI_BRITISH.j pghttp://red-baron.blog-cafe.net/images/Snoopy_stamp.jpg

[mir]

see previous untimely demise explanation for Pendragon. edit: "and then rose from the grave as a dragonzombie, but unfortunately was not able to find any duct tape with which to hold his limbs together, and so was soon defeated (again) by the kid with a sword and (now) glittery crown, and the black knight from Monty Python. tut, tut . . kids these days . . . going around killing perfectly respectable dragonzombies.

[kathycf]

mir was rounded up and pelted with mushy onions until she reached her expiration date. The only clue was a note stuck on the poor lifeless body reading:

"acronyms, dang acronyms! I have my revenge for all the acronyms!!!!" Authorities believe the person responsible is somehow connected to a literature network forum game thread....

*cue suspenseful music* :eek: :eek: :eek:

[Pendragon]

Inspector Lestrade bounced along in the dogcart with Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.

"Is there anything else to which you wish to draw my attention, Holmes?" Lestrade asked.

"To the rather bizarre incident of Kathy in the moonlight." Holmes replied.

"Dash it all, Holmes, Kathy did nothing in the moonlight! The poor girl is dead, you know!" Doctor Watson blustered.

"Is she? That explains why that is the most curious part of it all." Holmes drew on his pipe an looked thoughtful.

Lestrade whispered to Watson. "Lost his ruddy marbles this time, old chap!"

"Maybe." Watson returned. "But then we're all riding in a bloody dogcatcher's wagon with this lot of barking bowsers, and it's almost midnight. Here, Lestrade." Watson passed the Scotland Yard Man his brandy flask after a long pull on it himself. "As long as we're going to look like a pack of bloody fools, might as well be drunk as a Lord."

Only Holmes noticed the pale lady passing in the moonlight, and nodded thoughtfully. He'd have to get around to thanking Fu Manchu for the hashish. Lestrade and Watson began to sing, hoping to drown out the barking dogs. On the driver’s seat, Professor Moriarity simply smiled. But he shivered a bit, for he saw the lady as well, and he wasn’t smoking the devil Doctor’s hashish…
:lol:

[adilyoussef]

"Hi dear Pen! I wish all things are pretty good now. Well, it's been a long a go I've not talked to you. I miss you so much. I'm so sorry for not writing before. I'm deaply sorry for not being there when you needed me most."
Admin put this letter over the grave of our friend Pen and walked away. The latter was dead by a virus on the web call "The Lit Net Forum". This virus is said to keep peaple online for a long time that they forget to ... needs of life.

[Pensive]

Great Expectations

Dear people of litnet forum. I am sorry to announce the death of Adilyoussef. Yesterday, Adil got into row with someone and sweared at him in the forum and Admin got him banned....Poor Adil, he had expected a lot from Admin. He was unable to bear it. He loved litnet and now he was banned. What a pity, he commited sucide....sages say right thing that one should not have great expectations...:(

[Pendragon]

Lightning crashed outside the laboratory of Dr. Victor Frankenstein.

"Is it ready, Igor? We must test our calculations!"

"Yes, Master. See, I find a dead Mocking bird on the back lane. She is not much, but she will work for the experiment, no?"

"Yes. Let me see the bird. Ah, all bones and organs are intact; it just died of blood loss from this arrow wound. A few stitches, some blood, and she'll be ready. Get the machine all set. I require about ten minutes."

"Yes, Master."

The great machines began to hum with electrical charge as Igor threw the switches. Dr. Frankenstein returned with the bird, now with a row of hastily applied stitches holding the wound closed.

"Now we shall see, Igor!" Frankenstein glanced at a table where a sheeted figure lay. "Hook the bird up."

"Yes, Master."

The juice flowed into the tiny bird, which suddenly threw back its wings, opened its beak, and said: "I'd kill for a cup of tea."

"Ha! Ha! It's ALIVE! IT'S ALIVE! IT'S ALIVE! HA! HA! HA! HA!"

"And "IT" wants some tea, thank you" the mockingbird repeated.

[Pensive]

Pendragon visits dragons world on a snow evening.

In the month of extremely cold December, Dragon world feel itself in danger because they are not getting enough human food supply to satisfy their needs and in this case, when Pendragon, their creater, visits them, they don't think about, don't care about him and eat him.

Poor Pendragon! How much he loved Dragons! I will always miss him!

[aeroport]

Poor Pensive, one fine afternoon, was out –
Her murder of the noble Pen to boast
And ‘f Adil too, on her penult’mate post –
Her pend’lar wings most happ’ly beating about.

But passing a battlefield, as in a dare,
She managed to avoid the thund’rous cannon
Only to be impaled beside a pennon
Whose lance had, in the meantime, appeared there.

The penetrating spear did cause great pain,
And she did wail of death egregious –
Her pensive face now drawn and pendulous –
Yet none could hear her penitent refrain

As she confessed her moral penury,
For men oft think birds dumb – and p’rhaps are right
If they would go and kill themselves mid-flight! –
Lacking the ears to know bird colloquy.

“Twasn’t long ere she embraced the dying swoon
With which we close her pentametric doom.

[Pendragon]

James, Look Out For That...

Tell me now, spirits that whisper in the wind,
That know the secrets of future, present, and past;
Just how was it that Jamesian met his end,
Did he languish slowly or perish oh so fast?

Was it a broken heart whose icy slivers,
Sliced his veins until he bled to death?
Did he come down with the chills and shivers,
Coughing out his final feeble breath?

Did someone in rage rise up in murderous fury,
And strike him down before his time?
Was despondency his song, his only friend worry,
So that he chose to end his sorrowful line?

He dreamed beyond dreaming, and dared reach beyond reach:
And was crushed last night under a rolling giant peach...

Pendragon

http://peach.itc.it/images/peach2-1.jpg

[kathycf]

Dragon mysteriously self combusts. Scientists stumped

Witnesses observed a strange occurence today. While on his daily errands beloved dragon and poet at large, Pendragon self combusted. One witness said"It was awful man, one minute he is up there flapping his wings, and the next we know ...kaboom!"

On a related note, several cows that were grazing nearby received minor injuries from some dragonscales that were blown their way in the explosion.

The deceased will be sorely missed for his warmth (literal and figurative ;)) but we have it on good authority from wildlife experts that dragons can rise from the ashes, just like a phoenix. So don't miss him to bad, he will be back directly.

[mir]

today is a sad day. kathycf, the much-loved inhabitant of LitNet, has accidentally been deleted by a mis-stroke. although an undo button was in evidence, technological ineptness (computerus stupidus) compounded the event, and kathy was . . . BACKSPACED.
fortunately, she has been copied and pasted into several other documents. so the turnip-insulting lady should be back in no time at all. hi kathy! and . . . bye.

[adilyoussef]

Life is said to be short. Only mir really knows this. It was yesterday that the day turned dark and never lightened back for dear mir. Why now is not important for that would not bring mir back to us.

[Pendragon]

The Bones At the Oasis

The wind blows hot across the arid plains,
And the shimmering heat casts many a facade.
It causes some people to totally bake their brains,
Or go insane chasing after some ghostly mirage.
A lone traveler paused on his trip through the waste,
At a forgotten oasis tucked away in the dunes.
The water was sweet, with a slight mineral taste,
Then he spotted an old white staff all covered in runes.
Instantly alert, he drew sword, and searched round the stones,
But he found no man living, no ambush or fight.
But not far from the staff was a torn robe, all full of bones.
The skeleton of a man, that the sun had bleached very white.
A message scrawled in a rock was all the legacy that the man had left:
My enemy prevails and I die. I am Adil Youssef.

Pendragon



http://planb.org/resources/beyondoil/gfx/XGO104georgeosodi.jpg

[Pendragon]

Graveside Services

The Dragon sat near the oasis, and he bowed his scaly head,
In his mind there was a replay of the time spent with his friend.
He felt numb down to the very heart to know Adil was dead,
And a fury burned within him as he wondered just what sort of fiend
Had caught the Wizard off his guard enough to lay him low?
For well the Dragon knew the power of the slim white staff still clutched in bony hand,
And the Servant of the Secret Fire should have been proof against any blow,
And not now just a line of bones stretched out in the sand.
Using his tail as a gentle spade, the Dragon dug the grave,
And gathered all the bones together and wrapped them in a golden cloth.
And lay them in the resting-place, and the words of the Ancients now were prayed:
And with his massive strength he sat above the grave the rune, carved rock.
“Had I but been here with thee, thou would not now have come to this:
Forever rest, but I let thee down, forgive me, Adil Youssef…”

Pendragon


http://moebius.psy.ed.ac.uk/~heckert/photography/Celticgrave.jpg

[Pensive]

It was very difficult for Gods to decide that in which world Pendragon belonged to, Pens world or Dragons world.

So they decided to kill him.

How evil of them!!!

[Kelly_Sprout]

Life is short.
The life of a mockingbird is shorter than most.
Short, but sweet.
Au Voir, Mockingbird

[adilyoussef]

Hey, have you heard the knews today?
Yet no one is crying for her death
Hey, have you ever seen her so gay?
Although bodyless her soul loughs
Hey Kelly why are you so merry
No those are just ghosts shading her life
For long she was gone but now
Her presence is felt through my life

[Pensive]

The king of the Mercury, Adil Youssef, didn't like sharing his name with anyone else so he ordered his machine-slaves to murder all adilyoussefs in the world.

[Pendragon]

Bow heads, all around now, and give heed to my word:
The Royal Mockingbird has flown into the Sun...
It is the time of mourning....

[RobinHood3000]

O, my offense is rank! It smells to heaven,
It hath the eldest primal curse upon it,
A brother's murder. Pray can I not,
Though inclination be as sharp as will.

[mir]

pierced by his own arrow,
we mourn with greatest sadness
for a random person who liked bows.
and also for Robin Hood
who fell into a lake.
dang.

[Pendragon]

Accident On a Summer Evening

Mir she would a-sculling go—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
Bent her back into the oars as they rowed—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
Half the way across the lake—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
She pulled so hard the oar did break—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
The scull went spinning like a top—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
And when they finally got it to stop—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
Mir was now where to be found—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
I guess she fell overboard and drowned:
CROAK! CROAK! CROAK!

Pendragon

http://www.panedexpressions.com/patterns/sports/Thumbnails/sculling.jpg

[Pendragon]

http://www.doc.ic.ac.uk/~kpt/terraquest/va/science/penguins/0513.32.gif

Heh. Din't expect t' find me, heah, didya? Well, Da Godfeather goes where he wants, capisce? Whatda we find heah, roight in our way, eh? Some tough-talkin' tin-plate, firebreather. So da boys an' me decide it's time fer a funeral. Always knew them armor-piercing shells would come in handy one day. So da big lug crawls off, bleeding loike a stuck pig in a buther shop, and gets into a cave, and seals us outs. We try to blast in wid da soup, but he's sealed good and tight. Whadda I care. He's done fer, any road, and no tears for da reaper. You talkin' ta me, eh? Youse want youse should be be next or what? Da Godfeather don care, capisce? Yeah.

[Taliesin]

A picture is said to be worth a thousand words:

http://ewancient.lysator.liu.se/pic/art/u/r/ursula/crux.jpg

[kathycf]

They say a group of crows is called a "murder". What then does one say about a murder of crows who met their demise under extremely suspicious circumstances? Can one say the murder was murdered?

[RobinHood3000]

Depends who the hunter was. :cool:

Kathy -- tripped on her inordinately high heels and hit her head on a desk. Pity.

[kathycf]

Alas poor Robin, a fan of Francis Bacon in every way. He found he had to emulate his idol even to the supposed manner of his death....


Francis Bacon:

One of the most influential minds of the late 16th century. A statesman, a philosopher, a writer, and a scientist, he was even rumored to have written some of Shakespeare's plays.

How he died: Stuffing snow into a chicken

One afternoon in 1625, Bacon was watching a snowstorm and was struck by the wondrous notion that maybe snow could be used to preserve meat in the same way that salt was used. Determined to find out, he purchased a chicken from a nearby village, killed it, and then, standing outside in the snow, attempted to stuff the chicken full of snow to freeze it. The chicken never froze, but Bacon did.

:cold: :cold: :cold: :cold: :cold: :cold:

[cuppajoe_9]

Kathy, on the other hand, emulates the fascinating death of Branwell Brontë:


Brontë's severe addictions [sorry] masked the onset of tuberculosis, and his family did not realise that he was seriously ill until he collapsed outside the house and a local doctor identified him as being in the disease's terminal stages. He died shortly after, intriguingly, while standing up and leaning against a mantlepiece, purely in order to prove that it could be done.

[Pensive]

Robinhood---Fell from his horse-back. He will be missed in the forum.

[Pendragon]

Pensive-- Turned her head to see what the Godfeather thought was so funny and flew into a brickwall. Oops! We senda da roses, capisce? :)

[Pensive]

Burn These Cars!
Ladies and Gentlemen, we are sorry to announce the death of our fellow member, Pendragon. Yesterday at night, he got hit by a speedy car. Three people witnessed the scene, but none was able to catch the crazy driver who ran away taking advantage of the dark. Poor Pen, he will be missed a lot.

[kathycf]

Missing Litnet forumers!


Nary a blue feather nor cup of coffee was left on the scene after the mysterious disappearence of Litnet members Pensive and Cuppajoe_9. What was left was a cryptic note saying only that "They sleep wit da fishes, capisce?" One can only wonder how restful that sleep will be.....:eek:

What dastardly deed doer could have done such a....well, such a dastardly deed? Inquiring minds want to know!

[Pensive]

What Kathy Did?

No one knows really what Kathy did, that made the old Giant angry, and he came from the land of terror, especially, to devour her. :bawling:

[mir]

poor Penseive . . . just HAD to get in the way of Old King Cole . . . she will be sorely missed . . . along with her 2-and-twenty friends!!

[kilted exile]

There were astonishing scenes at the river this morning, it appears the team finally got fed up being shouted at to row (by the one person not helping) and drowned their cox. The cox has been indentified as Mir.