The painful echoes of destruction lingered behind me.
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The painful echoes of destruction lingered behind me.
The respite of the future, down the road.
The sweet taste of victory was raging against the bitter bile of death.
And the turtle raped the hare, singing 'London Bridges Falling Down'.
*Don't know what to say*
I do... I hate people... THey all suck... SOMEONE had to ruin our story... BASTARDS ALL OF THEM
Are you referring to me?
guess Fool does Sloegin...
*hugs Fool* - try to pretend you didn't see the (I've to agree) stupid line and go on PLEASE...
cont.
All the warriors who survived were on their way home.
*hopes Fool or Stan (or anyone, even Sloegin if he leaves his ehm, childish ideas for other threads) could somehow follow*
Well, sloegin, if you are "all of them" then, yes, I am reffering to you.
Thanks for the hug, Jay...
Our emotions drained, our friends dead, and the territory won, we headed back to our cottages and farms.
Carying the heavy burden of the dead on our backs.
"Carrying the heavy burden of the dead on our backs", we return to our families with a weighty burden on our minds.
A dove flies over head.
"A dove flies overhead", its wing badly mangled and smeared with blood.
" "A dove flies overhead", its wing badly mangled and smeared with blood "of the men that will never be able to return home with us anymore.
*most welcome, Fool*
eh, sorry, always had a weakness for long sentences :o
And those who never were ment to be.