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DateLine: Literature Network Forums: Resident Troubadour and Semi-Arthurian Legendary Creature Pendragon was struck through the heart today and perished. Our Hero’s health, which has never been that robust even prior to his joining us in 2005, has had a series of up and downs and seems to have stuck at permanent half-full level. Recent jolts have placed a severe drain on that level so when he was blind-sided by the arrow of “Was-it-my-business?”, fired by a careless hand, it took the poor dragon at a joint between his scales, (where no one had managed to hit him before) and down he went. Dragons being notoriously hard to kill, this may not be his end, after all. There are those that say killing a dragon only makes him mad… That’s just rumor… :p

We have been informed by the Pendragon family that Pendragon is no more. Even though the rumours regarding his demise are numerous, it is believed that Pendragon, being the Golden Phoenix, has been melted by the US Treasury and turned into golden coins to commemorate the end of George Bush's Presidency.

Sher is now some place and some look she didn't wanna be, being deceased.

Dear old Pen, after collecting his coins together and rearranging himself somewhat unatractively takes an awkward stroll down to the local ice-cream place to drown his sorrows in a large bucket of chocolate ice-cream. Somehow Pen hasn't managed to connect himself together properly (tail sprouting out of his head etc etc.) and so he can't manage to eat the lovely ice-cream. Totally depressed, Pen sticks his head into the bucket of ice cream and drowns in the melting chocolate... Aaaw, at least he went sweetly :)

Whimsy, thinking that toothpaste was actually a cleaning product, actually pasted the jaw shut. As the inner mouth dried and desperated for moisture, tried to drink a cup of coffee through a swizzle stick. Shockingly causing a vacuum, Whimsy's head collapsed into the chest cavity and her heart popped up to take its place. Cupid, on his way to put a stop to eHarmony, shot it with an arrow. There are clearly more consequences to squeezing the tube in the middle that just being late for school. alas.:bawling:

Pablo, being lost in the fog,
Died like Moriarty over Richenbach Falls

:D

The person above me was watching the sunset by the beach when a UFO was seen. The aliens came down and saw him. They thought they could make him one of them but they became too lazy to try. So, they tried to get the soul out of him to be able to communicate with other humans...

Clumsy angelle died when Troypay drove a stake through her heart.


Sorry. :p Couldn't help myself.

Dorky found that she wasn't bulletproof after all: rat-a-tat-tat and that was that! :sick:

who was suprised when a dragon ate pen?

Easy. The PAM got trapped in a cellar for centuries and by the time it was opened, all that was left was the door, which had long fallen into the crumbling aperture, fouled by death and an eerie silence that seemed to be telling all visitors to get lost on Earth, or lose themselves somewhere else.

The sudden demise of RoCKiTcZa was puzzling the local Police for weeks but the case has finally been solved and closed but it comes with a warning for us all.

RoCKiTcZa was one of the thousands of kids, the Police Chief of that town stated, who would like to call themselves Emo and fashion their long hair over their faces as "Emo Rule Book" demands, which was rather unfortunate for this young girl. Having rather long and thick hair, RoCKiTcZa was unable to breathe properly under her long tresses which was blocking her air passages and was suffocated while listening to Emo music on her Ipod.

Her family decided to donate her hair to Locks of Love to keep her memory and beautiful hair alive.

She will be missed and it is feared that her sudden demise will cause further depression within the Emo community world wide.

Dear members of Lit-net.
It is my sad duty to announce that our beloved moderator Scheherazade succumbed to the lethal disease known as the mod-flu. The source of this new mod- flu is not known, but it is suspected that it might be a modified strain of the infamous witch-flu. The disease and the reason why and how witch-flu might have possibly combined with mod-flu are being surveyed.
My condolences to the family of the diseased.

05-02-2009 03:17 AM

breaking news!!!
Taliesin is attacked by crows!!!

on saturday the second, Taliesin was murderd by crows. he was posting the tragic death of a fellow lit-netter, when sixty-three million, nine hundred fifty-two thousand, eight hundred forty-one zombified crows sudennly swarmed him... no one knows why the did it, but there is reason to believe the one responsible for this is squawks the crow.. a reward of $4,000,000,000,000.92 is posted for the capture of squawks. he is wanted DEAD OR ALIVE..here is a recent photo of squawks...


http://fatfinch.files.wordpress.com/...rican-crow.jpg

Jekan was walking in the woods one day when he was attacked by a big white fox which bit his nose, making it all red and swollen. After a few minutes, it burst together with some nano explosives implanted on it. There was a horrifying boom as pieces of Jekan's poor body was blown up into smithereens. :D

The person couldn't remember his siggy, and died, confused!

Nikhar was born with an unfortunate condition that caused him to age backwards. He died quietly in the arms of his former lover, in the guise of an infant.

JuniperWoolf was unfortunately trapped in her own portrait frozen in time for an eternity. The most unfortunate part of her untimely death was that she never reached 100 posts. (If you're reading this later...assume that her posts meter still reads 99...)

BienvenuJDC was found dead in a public garden--killed, to be exact. Someone told the police that he was actually there when it all happened: he was sitting on the grass reading a book in peace, when all of a sudden a flying knife found its way - by chance - to his chest and he dropped right there and then. The knife seems to be thin and somewhat longer than usual, with the letters MON carved on the blade.

If anyone asked, I was with you, searching for my lost... umm... tool >.>;

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Originally Posted by Scheherazade

Monamy should have known better than wearing loose capes... On a particularly windy day, his cape wrapped around his neck, suffocating him slowly.

Monamy, who was too busy looking invincible with his arms crossed over his chest, refused to change his pose to unwrap his cape.

He will be sorely missed by the cape wearing invincible crowd.

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You know...if he'd just watched the Incredibles, he would have known the dangers of super heroes wearing capes.

bump...


Monamy should have known better than wearing loose capes... On a particularly windy day, his cape wrapped around his neck, suffocating him slowly.

Monamy, who was too busy looking invincible with his arms crossed over his chest, refused to change his pose to unwrap his cape.

He will be sorely missed by the cape wearing invincible crowd.

Sadly, Scher left the bound of this earthly plane today. In her mad obsession to make a house out of classroom chalk she was starting on the second floor bathroom when it all came tumbling down, the headlines read "Teacher Crushed by Chalk". Minutes before the crash a passerby heard her exclaim "Where'd I put those pastels"

It has been unfortunate that papayahed was lost in a snow drift...it will be uncertain what happened until the spring thaw...

BienvenuJDC, a former war cargo pilot, was stunned yesterday morning after seeing a terrible inscription on his bedroom wall saying that he must return to his former job. He suffered a nervous breakdown after hearing his old boss on his private telephone later that morning and was urgently transported to a local hospital. "He state was quite bad," explains the doctor, a 56-year old specialist on ergophobia. After regaining conciousness, Bienvenu returned home and upon doing so, immediately started washing his walls in hopes of erasing any traces of the cursed inscription. Further details will remain private.

Dr Jekyll reporting for BBC

Dr Jekyll, ace BBC reporter, unfortunately passed away at 12midnight in his apartment in London. The newspapers have reported that his death was caused by a venomous poison from his unusual pet, the deadly King Baboon Tarantula.
Dr Jekyll will be missed.

Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Famous artist not only wins the Nobel Prize for Peace in her work in rescuing millions in the most recent typhoon, and first-time Fillipino women in space, now discovers a means of time-travel! She sets the clock to 1969 and hasn't come back yet. Extra! Extra!

Daniel suffered from information overload that resulted his untimely death after finishing the Communist Manifesto in a couple of hours at a bookstore.

My dear friend, may you Rest in Pieces, I meant Peace. :nod:

Toni once spent a half-a-century reading The DaVinci Code, upon finishing it she discovered that her first edition copy could be sold for a million dollars. That kind of made up for all of the wasted decades :p

***Please Read***

*Important*

Has anyone heard from Daniel since yesterday?

Rumour is that he woke up from his sleep on Sunday morning to find two strange men waiting in his room to arrest him (we are not sure why). Then, they took Daniel to an undisclosed location to be tried and no one has heard from him since then.

If you hear from Daniel or see him anywhere, please let us know and we will contact his family asap.

Thank you.

Scheherazade moved into a room above a library.

She found a book.

She read and read and read.

Suddenly she realised, she was over-educated.

Then the book laughed at her and swallowed her whole.

The book was a Joke Book.

It thought it was hilarious.

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Originally Posted by Heathcliff

The book was a Joke Book.

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You could say the joke was on me.

:p


Heathcliff yawned and went to sleep. Even the kisses of her much-yearned-after Prince Charming could not wake her up.

Sweet dreams, Heathcliff.

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Originally Posted by Scheherazade

Heathcliff yawned and went to sleep. Even the kisses of her much-yearned-after Prince Charming could not wake her up.

Sweet dreams, Heathcliff.

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I'm still that superhero.



Scheherazade typed and typed and typed.
She typed with her fingers and typed with her toes.
She typed and typed and typed,
Even with her nose.

Then,
When she could type no more,
She yelled the words at the screen.

The computer was confuzzled,
Bamboozled and distraught.
It began to regret the day,
When it had been bought.

Then to cut it all short,
I know I ought,
The screen said 'self destruct'.

There was a loud boom,
Then all over the room,
Bits of Scher and keyboard all over.

Though one hand was still whole,
Some keyboard intact.
And Scheherazade could still...

TYPE TYPE TYPE!



I might make this a blog entry...

It is my saddest duty to inform the members of Literature Network that Heathcliff, one of our youngest members, has burst as a result of being pinched on the cheek one too many times .

The incident took place on Saturday when she went to the beach for a family outing. Unaware of the puncture that developed on her cheek, Heathcliff went into the water for a swim only to deflate rapidly and sink before her mother, Maryd, could get to her for help. Heartbroken and devastated, Maryd admitted that if she knew how to swim, she could have been got poor Heathcliff's help quicker and even fix the puncture with a bandaid.

***Please Read***

*Important*

There has been a most unfortunate event. Upon reviewing the threads here at LitNet Scheherazade attempted to moderate a series of posts that did not quite belong. However unfortunate though when a slip of her mouse, she accidentally moderated herself. We currently do not think that she was deleted, but only moved to a hidden folder somewhere in the LitNet server. As soon as we are able to locate her in the midst of the moderated files, we will have her restored to her normal condition.

Thank you.

Bien met Jethro.

Jethro learnt of the misuse of his name and opposed, 'this man cannot kidnap my identity!'

So he got a giant katana (not that there is of any relation) and scared him off a bridge.

Then Jethro jumped back into his book and Bien, well, he wouldn't leave us.

Heathcliff was sitting at her computer typing just the other day, when her brother's giant spider had ingested some growth elixir. Already of giant size he grew to the size of a table. When Heathcliff peered over her shoulder at the new companion, she screamed running out of the house until the spider was exposed of.

Bien's is easy... He just ate too much icecream.

You can never eat too much ice cream...

Only at one am. I don't eat icecream late otherwide I can't sleep. You should do so as well, you're always up late.

Bien ate too much un-iced cream and popped.

Heathcliff's many crushes found out...now they are chasing her all over town.
she'll be back eventually...