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The well loved memeber of the forum family Literature Network Helga was killed yesterday while trying to save The old folks she worked with from an escaped homocidal copy of Jane Eyre that was on the rampage for reasons not disclosed to the public. While she managed to save the Old folks she unfortunatly was caught in the blast as the book tried to sponaiosly combust.

She will be remebered with fondness, respect and honor by her friends family and Dog Mr Spock.

All hats off please....

May she rest in peace!

The book is now in Goverment custody and is awaiting sentancing

Nightshade Goes Missing!

Nightshade, one of the new and most active members of the Literature Forum, has disappeared. Her family has informed the authorities that she did not return from her driving lesson and no one has seen her since last Friday. The Police is questioning her driving instructor whom they found wandering in the streets, mumbling to himself "M-S-M...Mirror-Signal-Manoeuver... Mirror-Signal-Manoeuver... That is all there is to it... Mirror-Signal-Manoeuver... You would think she would get it by now... but no!" and hoping that the driver instructor might provide vital clues in their search. However, one source suggested that there is a strong posibility that the driver instructor ran out of patience with his student.

Nightshade will be missed dearly by those who were lucky enough to know her.

Early this morning, during a longer than usual disappearance of award-winning college professor, police found the body of Scheherazade in her kitchen. That authorities found no one else in the house, at the time, not even her family, and neighbors reporting guests over the past few weeks raised suspicion of murder. Police marked one stab wound to the chest with only Scherazade's fingerprints, but various footprints around the body.
What could have happened? And where did her family leave?
During the police's evaluation, one rookie officer found a small clove of garlic blocking Scheherazade's airway. At the same moment, her family arrived in the driveway, also discovering her body, who reported of going to purchase groceries, but became kidnapped themselves by former guests. The family, however, did confirm Scheherazade's allergy to garlic.
"She must have mistaken it for something else," reported her husband.
Police concluded that in this freak occurrence, Scheherazade must have consumed a small clove of garlic, her airway swelled from the immune reaction of being allergic, and, during her panic, while cutting nearby more garlic, she fell on the floor with the knife following.
The family grieves her absence, and plans the funeral for Wednesday.

*****FORUM ANNOUNCEMENT*****

Please be informed that
today at 5 PM GMT (22.06.2005),
the Forum will observe one minute silence
(no typing either, please)
to remember Forum member Mono.

Mono, who had been frequenting The Literary Network since August 2004, was found in his room yesterday in a rigid state with clenched fists and jaw, veins popped up on his neck and could not be revived despite the best efforts of the medical team. The doctors, admitting that they have not seen a similar case before, suggest that Mono could be 'frozen' as a result of his determination to be kind and patient, supressing his negative feelings and anger at all costs.

He will be dearly missed and remembered for many years to come.

they sayed,,, that scher did an' opperratin : wher shjee got smaat but then they sayed that; her indeligens starded goink doun and then she daid.

would you please put some flowers to Scher's grave?

Taliesin, who had a most impressive collection of Shiny Things, has unfortunately choked to death on a soda can tab. If anyone else finds his Shiny Things Hoard before I do, BACK OFF, I have dibs!

It has been sadly reported that Snukes of Waffles was kidnapped by a train time travelling Donkeys and taken to Ancient Egypt, as they discovered her Knowledge of How to cross the Great White Western Dessert.
A Manuscript was discovered after her disappearance in the LIterature Network Forum Library descriping her long and poseperace life in Ancient Egypt and how she became one of the richest most powerful and well loved people in the land such that The Pharoh had built for her a marvellous palace/ Temple of the rarest marble and she was surrounded till she died at the bright old age of 160 with all the shinny things her heart could desire.

Unfortunatly for those of us who knew her before she vanished into the past this means that she died a good 4000 years ago.

The Literature Network regrets to inform its members of one lost yesterday, dear Nightshade.
Her family and friends remember her as an optimistic and energetic young woman, so full of glee that it, in fact, involved her cause of death.
Much like Buddha, in ancient days, Nightshade, full of positivity and ambition, desired to seek the origin and healing of all human suffering. She sat and meditated beneath a beautiful local tree, and determined the cause consisted of lack of smiling and laughing, two sure signs of happiness. She paraded around her city, and, in turn, the country, attempting to spread her bright smile, encouraging others to do the same. She left many followers as more joyful people, but, in her persistent smiling, she never consumed neither food nor water, and died of thirst and starvation.
The forum asks all its members to follow a brief silence in memory of Nightshade; may her optimism remain living.

! ! ! ! ! WARNING ! ! ! ! !

Are you a beanie hat lover?

A recent case of suffocation has bewildered and caused panic among beanie hat lovers all around the world.

A young man named Mono found suffocated under his beanie hat in the park where he often went for reading.

The beanie hat wearers are warned to remove their hats at regular intervals and also not to pull it down over their faces for prolonged periods of time.

! ! ! ! ! WARNING ! ! ! ! !

Sadly, in a freak mishap, Scher left the bounds of these earthly confines today. While walking underneath a shelf labeled "Past Book Club Winners" the shelf gave way and 5 tons of books came crashing down on poor scher. The coroner reports that while all the books are responsible for the death Crime and Punishment dealt the final blow.

Literature Network Forums mourns the loss of one of its most beloved members. Papayahed who has been a member of the Forum since February 2004 was run over by a yellow Volkswagen on her way to work this morning. The driver of the car, who has been a close friend of Papayahed, confessed that he ran her over in a fit of jealousy: 'We were really close and having a good time but then that... that dreadful Troll appeared out of nowhere... and then... all I heard was "I have to take the Troll to the park... I am meeting the Troll for dinner..." She didn't have any time for me anymore... It was like the Troll had become the centre of her life... And I don't know what came over me...'

The Troll was not available to comment; one source revealed that he had already left the town at the time of Papayahed's death.

Papayahed will be missed dearly by all her friends and family.

The Literature Network regrets to inform you of the untimely and unfortunate death of one of its beloved moderators and members, Scheherazade.
Her family and close friends remember her as an outgoing, enthusiastic, and intelligent woman, very devoted to literature. During one of her many parties, consisting of several friends and family members visiting, Scheherazade (or 'Scher') tip-toed to a nearby comfortable chair, and began reading her copy of Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier - an act she proudly did, and everyone disregarded, understanding her passion for literature.
Due to such passion, however, and feeling so enthralled by the novel, she did not notice a small fire that broke from someone lighting a cigarette, and dropping the match; as everyone scurried out of their seats, many guests ended up spilling wine and alcohol drinks, thus spreading the fire. Eventually, the fire rampaged through every room, everyone evacuated the house (while neighbors called the fire department), but Scheherazade, so interested in Rebecca, did not notice the fire, and firefighters and paramedics could not save her in time.
Let us hold a silence in memory for Scheherazade.

It is our sad duty to inform you that Mono was accidentally shot being falsely accused of the murder of a girl. The girl had been strangled with a piece of lace and her parents were mad of grief so when her father saw mono's avatar, he thought him guilty of murder and shot him.
He will be missed.

Tailsin poor beloved crow member of the Network was discovered in the early hours dead in an oven. It is assumed that he retreated there thinking it was a celler to escape the tornado to the Land of Oz but unfortunatly the door closed and he became stuck
there when a freak hot spell resulted in roasting him alive.
he was not eaten insted he will be committed for burial at sunset.

'She did not listen to me... I told her she shouldn't have so many chocolate cakes, sweets and ice cream... I mean I know it was her birthday and all but... *sigh* She kept eating and eating and eating... like there was no tomorrow... Heh... There wasn't for her, I guess... But only because she had that much chocolate and sweets... The doctors said it was kind of a poisoning... *sighs* Yeah, and on her birthday as well... Well, some might say "what a way to go!" I am sure she is watching us from some cloud now... Her beloved smilies around her... Rubbing her sugar-full belly... Yeah... Will miss her though...*sigh*'

When she was looking for a place to be in, Scheherazade, for she was not where she would like to be, her attantion was cought by a screaming voice. She turned to see what was happening but was surprised to see everyone gazing at her with astonished fearful eyes. She felt her body got colder and colder. In fiew seconds, she saw a everything went in a light-gray colour. Then everything vanished. Misfortunate, she was mistakenly shot by a policeman who was running after a suspect. Life is made of mistakes and some are paid by the blood of some loved ones. May her soul rest in peace.

Adilyoussef was assasinated yesterday in his sleep by his united siblings who became tierd of his unending wisdom and dictatorship.

Such is the rewards of genius
:D;)

Accused of killing about 1.000.000 peole of loughter, Night was found guilty of the crime and executed last week. Her smilies are under arrest now and will be transfer to an underground prison forever.

It is with regret that I inform the members of Lit Network that Adilyoussef has recently passed away. The circumstances surrounding the event are unusual because Adilyoussef lived in "a dream dreamt through me by the minds of others". Apparently, not one of us thought of food, and poor Adilyoussef died of starvation.

I am personally filled with the shame of knowing that 'an apple a day' thought may have sustained our friend until someone might have thought to send a truckload of food.

Apparently, shortly after Adilyoussef's death, food thoughts have been sent, and are now accumulating at an astounding rate. The irony...

Oh, how true the words "fury doth most often turn upon the furious." And so it was with our departed friend, B-mental. The "Fingers of Fury" that he could summon so readily at length turned inward, and so, like the Phoenix, he perished in his own flames. We can only hope that, like the Phoenix, he will also be reborn from his own flames, purified, a new creature.http://www.websmileys.com/sm/dressed/bek009.gif

In today’s news a person allegedly dressed in armor and riding a horse has apparently drowned in the river. An eye witness said he thought perhaps the armored rider was attempting to assist a woman who was dressed in a long flowing gown apparently calling for help. Another witness stated the woman was swept up into the fiend’s arms as he galloped through the park. Yet another witness reported seeing the woman beating the ‘knight’ about the head and shoulders whilst crying for help.

From what we've learned the horse was so excited it reared and raced off, ran the length of the park, took off through the streets downtown until it came to a sudden halt at the edge of the river bank thus spilling forth it's passengers. Both landed in the river but only one survived. Several people watched as she rose from the water then swam to safety. She was immediately taken to the hospital to be disinfected; however the armored person has not been found at this time. Oh, wait a moment - an update. They've indeed found the man and he was indeed dressed in armor! I've just been told it was due to the great weight of his armor that he was not able to swim to safety.

What he was doing and why we will never know though the lady he had abducted claims he was trying to save her. From what though she didn't know for all she was doing was trying to find her car after the opera let out. Her husband had lingered behind with some friends and she had been calling him to hurry up as she couldn’t remember where she’d parked. She did say despite his Quixote behavior the man in armor looked for all the world like a knight in shining armor, however when he sunk in the dark waters and his arm rose above the waves and grasped the sword he had worn at his side she assumed he was crazy and swam the harder to escape him.

(Edit - Alas, we hardly knew thee Pendragon & sadly I'm not quite sure if you're male or female though I guess the former?)

The reports of the last month of a spiderman look alike roming (spelling) Ohio have come to an abrubt end with the death of this arochnophile super person -- Everyday hero??
Anyway the Masked spder was discovered to have killed himself by misjudging a leep he took between buildings in his efforst to save some lives --unfortunattly or prahps irobnically while he did save many people on this occasion the "danger" he stumble upon was of the Hollywood variaty and so he died in vain
But he will be remebered for his dedication to human life and his motto
"with great power comes great responsibilty" which the world now inherits from him

Darlin we bid you farewell with great sadness but he will not trully be dead as he lives on in are hearts and minds ....and as a slight stain on the wall where he collided which is being declared a monument to his life.

( Darlin you are a he right?? and yes Pendragon is a he)

(edit: Bananas in Pajamas I was Wrong sorry Darlin :blush: I did think you were female at first then got confused somehow not the first time, eith though it was the other way round last time when I was confused about Baddad http://www.websmileys.com/sm/sad/1011.gif)

Oh, that's too cute! You remember I posted somewhere that Spidey's one of my all time favorite superheroes! Very nice!

And now someone must do the death of Nightshade in the most horrid form imaginable! :D

In the pre-dawn hours, a female body draped in a shimmering cloak of jet, discribed to this reporter as "If a piece of th' bleedin' night 'ad come alive!", was discovered in the Whitechapel area. She held clutched in one hand a plant, identified by Master Sleuth Sherlock Holmes as Atropa belladona, or Deadly Nightshade. Her face was fixed in a most frightening death grimace, but her eyes were shut as if she were sleeping peacefully. Holmes when questioned expressed his opinion that she was a victim of Jack the Ripper. When Inspector Lestrade of theYard pointed out that the young woman's thoat was unmarred, Holmes remained calm. "That," He replied loftily, "Is the courious incident! Come Watson, the game is afoot!" Watson whispered to me as he left, "Sometimes the man is impossible..."

Excerpt from the Times, London, October, 1888...

:lol:
jack the ripper....wait didnt he only attack prostitutes?
*raises eyebrows*
I am assuming no slur intended

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:lol:
jack the ripper....wait didnt he only attack prostitutes?
*raises eyebrows*
I am assuming no slur intended

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Well, this was Victorian England, and any other bodies found were sure to be "covered up" rather than embarass polite society. There were other, unidentified bodies found, one in the very basement of Scotland Yard, much to their dismay and shock! (I have several reference books on the crimes, including Patricia Cornwell's). Offically, they can't even make up their minds as to the number of victims. Traditionally there are five, all women of debatable morals. There could have been any number from four (some discount the double-homicide as both being committed by the "Ripper"), to more than ten, some respectable ladies.

But my dear lady, I am much too much of a gentleman to even suggest such an ugly slur about any lady! The point I'm trying to make is that the crime could not possibly be a "Ripper" crime, as the woman's body is found

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draped in a shimmering cloak of jet

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rather than partially unclad and

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Originally Posted by Pendragon

When Inspector Lestrade of theYard pointed out that the young woman's thoat was unmarred, Holmes remained calm. "That," He replied loftily, "Is the courious incident! Come Watson, the game is afoot!"

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There is no blood,no disection of any sort is involved. Just a weird smile and a dead lady in Whitechaple. Even the date is wrong, I do not think there was a murder in October. So rest easy, Nightshade, dear lady, and don't haunt me! Arraaguugh! Avaunt! Avaunt! http://www.websmileys.com/sm/mad/boese014.gif

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But my dear lady, I am much too much of a gentleman to even suggest such an ugly slur about any lady!

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I figured as much :D

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Originally Posted by Pen

So rest easy, Nightshade, dear lady, and don't haunt me! Arraaguugh! Avaunt! Avaunt!

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whjat not even a little you are a real kill joy Pen wait till your dead and on that note...
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We inturupt your regularly sceduled programs to bring you this news bullitien...
Today a mad man atttempted to single handedly with the assistance of a mere tin foil sword to slay the last remaining dragon who has now gone into protective custody and has left his usal residance at Dragon towers in the Welsh side of the Pennines.
The man was apparantly driven mad by 'voices" he claimed tormented him and urged the slaying of the last dragon.
He claims that a dragon must die to be reborn from the ashes
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actually thats not a very good death sorry pen :D

A middle aged writer calling himself David Pendragon, (we are fairly certain that is NOT his real name), reported to Scotland Yard last night that the flat he had recently rented in order to "write my stories in peace and quiet!" was haunted. "I just turned around, and she was kind of--just, THERE--, you know? A smiling lady in a flowing jet black cloak. Gave me a right start I can tell you!"

The Yard is suspicious of Pendragon, since despite his efforts to appear British, he is obviously a Yank. He also seemed to be wearing part of a suit of armor. The Chief brushed him off, but he was back in ten minutes. "I say, are you blokes going t' be all bleeding night? Now she's singing and combing 'er long hair! And that smile! It's enough to frighten the French! I bloody well want something done!" Here he waved a broadsword under the Cheif's nose, almost removing it.

The Yard had him dispatched to a sanitarium. In two hours he was back again: "'ere now! Un'and me, witless oafs!" He now was in full armor. "You've got t' get that spook outa me flat! She's giving me dragon a Conniption Fit! Fie, avaunt, spirit!"

He had another long sword, which we removed with difficulty, and locked him in the drunk tank. It didn't shut him up. "Arrrauugh! Naow she's in 'ere! Lord 'elp a poor old fool! Keep away! Keep away! Moby! Moby Dave! 'elp!" There were several unclear noises, and a smell of burnt metal.

We opened the tank. The bloke was gone! A smoking hole was burned through the wall of the cell. Then we heard his voice, somewhere above our heard. "Blimey! Well, m'lady, if you won't go away, we'll just 'ave to cut a deal. 'ow'd you like t' be in me next ghost story? Good enough. 'ome, Moby."

When the Yard called on Pendragon, he was at home, busy typing. "Whot d'yew want naow? She's a right friendly sort when you get to know 'er. Whot?
'ow'd I get out? I tol' you I 'ad a dragon, you know."

Off the record, this reporter did seem to see a smiling, ghostly lady standing near Pendragon as he typed, and the whole place smelled of brimstone.... :lol: :lol: :wave: :wave:

:lol:
oh Im crying....
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David Pendragon passed away today,
It happened coming back from Mandalay,
He was sharing with moby and they was jestin'
when that darned dragon delevloped indejestin'.
This brought on a fit of fiery burpin's
It would have bin better for all if he avoided them gerkins
But alass and alack for that poor chap
a large firy burp and that was that!
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humm not fantastic and Pen needs killing again ( ps mandaly is a curryhouse/chippy)

Twice upon a time, there lived a nice young girl named Night.
She had multicoloured hair, and supernaturally acute sight.
Well, it just so happens that one fine day,
Night went out to watch the butterflies play,
And to fill up her bucket with milk.
Strawberry Creek was an overlarge leak,
Expanded, as it were, by the rain;
As Night leaned over to scoop up some premium quality strawberry milk
A hand reached out and grabbed her! - pulling her down to a milkity death.
And that is the end of the sad story of the day Night passed away.
She will be missed.

(Can’t believe I haven’t been to this thread yet :lol: )

Scientists have made a new discovery! Late last night, they found the bones of a young man near the Wall of China. He seems to have been murdered by a sorceress- evidence: papyrus with writing on it.
One of the discoverers says in an interview: “The weird thing is that he seems to have been hatched from an egg…..this is something we’ve never seen before”

.....sorry..........

Breaking news~~~~~
In a bizzare chain of events a terrible jealous fight spiiled out between various of Samercury's avatars. Poor Sam got caught thring to stop them from hurting each other and she ended up caught in the sights of all their combined wierd sweat drop anime super powers.
She went up in dust now she will always be with us in the air we breathe.:D

To day rain wont stop for that the sky is weeping over the death of our good fellow Night.

Oh heart cry your sorrow
Oh eyes flood in tears
For Night left my life hollow
And empty for my soul she steals

The badly burned body of a man, dressed in the remains of a white robe, filiments of long white hair and beard still floating in the breeze, was found sitting in a stone doorway. At first, we thought him dead, but he slowly raised a churchwarden pipe towards his blistered lips as his eyes tried to focus. "I thought I'd finished that Balrog in Moria..." He whispered. The effort was too much, and he slumped against the stone frame. his name was Adilyoussef, it was discovered.

A battle raged far underground,
A victory fought and won
But still the flamming monster lurks around
And now our friend is gone
We shall miss his gentle wisdom
And the sparkle of his eyes
For Adilyoussef the end has come
For all that lives must die...

And thus the famed Knight sir Pendragon, rode out, upon his vain stallion, to slay the villain dragon, whom had decided to devour another helpless young virgin from the nearby town of somethingunimportant... However, as the much glorified knight was closing in upon the cave and den of the infamous dragon's leir, he became aware of a rather ghastly odor... Could it be? It twas... The reek of the hereby infamed skunk, who was called Jim Skunk the Flatulent. And with a hearty sigh sir Pendragon collapsed in an indignant heep, never to rise again.

The federal government has begun an investigation into the worldwide hammock industry following another grisly death. The most recent death, a person only identified as 'Chava', was discovered barefoot in the twisted hammock apparently suffocating. Jim Beepers with Consumer Safety stated, quote, "We're not sure what exactly has been causing these deaths, but if you must use a hammock, please for the love of God wear shoes"endquote.

While expolring the sea, a submarine captain heard a crying of a dolphin, deep and sad mourning that cought his attention. Astonished and frightned, puzled and confuzed, he tried to give an explanation of what he was seeing. The dolphan held the dead boddy of one of the furom members known as B-Mental. How to describe that, he found no means to.

Tear after tear my eyes wept
Over your death and cried.
That a good fellow you were
And a missed one now are.

Those were the words said by the dolphin, and those were the words that the captain could not explain.

'Twas a dark and utterly hazy night, when the tall lean shape of an oddish wizzard protruded from the darkened walls of the castle. (you see smoking was prohibited indoors) and ths the poor wizard was facing wind and bitter rain to light his pipe. With the air of someone who feels very much important, he lit his pipe and smoked thankfully. Suddenly, he had a great heave and a wheeze, and with that he fell to the ground, for you see cancer had got the better of him. Out came Frodo to seek for his friend, and found him in a heap by the wall, pipe in hand. "Oh well" he thought...

"A young, barefoot, flamboyantly dressed young woman came dashing out of the woodlands near Dartmoor late last evening. She was carring a pair of expensive kid gloves, and exclaiming loudly about being "Late! Late! I'm always late!" She dashed straight on, daft as a kipper right into the side of the thick stone prison wall. Efforts were made to revive her, but an attending Doctor said she had suffered a skull fracture, and also was in the throes of "brain fever". She turned to me, handed me the gloves, and said something unitelligable. Then she slumped and closed her eyes. As they drew the sheet over her, I noticed something I'd never seen before: There was a small door, only about six inches high right in the side of the wall, just below where the young woman had smashed her head....http://www.websmileys.com/sm/animal/1.gif

Recently the line of Arthur was brought to an abrupt end. It appears that David Pendragon, a writer of obituaries and master of smilies, was found dead in front of his computer today. A hideous computer virus, affecting only his smilie files, was introduced to his home computer when he inadvertently opened an email titled '50 Ways to Serve Grits'. The virus turned his cute little smilies into ravenous blood thirsty cyber killers. Detectives investigating the incident refer to it as the first documented case of smilicide.