*abandons the idea of writing a story with people who can't even write complete sentences*
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*abandons the idea of writing a story with people who can't even write complete sentences*
<rolling eyes and biting tongue> :p
*can't be bothered reading whole thread*
cont...
A dove flies overhead, it's wing badly bleeding and mangled, a reminder of the death and pain inflicted by the loss of peace.
*not 100% sure what's going on*
Comforting those who are dying, watching them slowly dying and left utterly helpless. Wish I'd paid attention during First Aid classes.
But most of my attention was directed to the beutifle red head three chairs back.
ok, confused again...
I'm sorry Fool. (?)
I think we fell off the storey again, sorry fool for my bad grammer.
Anyone think this is kinda sinking,
agrees with stan, and quickly runs to signal an SOS, while the others prepare the life boats.
ok, going to try and make a sentence (or two) out of the stuff written earlier... :o kinda ignoring Faye's first post, kinda... and maybe got what Fool meant... Stan, Fool uses to "complete" your sentences... maybe that was it Fool?... ok, got another idea... watch ;):
The rain soothed my aching soul and soaked my wounded mind. The sound of thunder always calmed me, no matter how upset I was. 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. All the warriors who survived were on their way home. Our emotions drained, our friends dead, and the territory won, we headed back to our cottages and farms. 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 overhead, its wing badly mangled - a reminder of the death and pain inflicted by the loss of peace - and smeared with blood of the men that will never be able to return home with us anymore and of those who were never meant to be (able to write complete sentences ;)). Comforting those who are dying, watching them slowly dying and left utterly helpless, I wish I'd paid attention during First Aid classes.
I didn't include Sloegin's line, if you want it in, just add it, I can't make myself. So, wanna continue??? Please, do, I like the story still. Den, that includes you as well, no giggling, write ;).
And if anyone wants to kill me, join the line, you might be just the next...
Uhh... Sorry to nitpick again, but why would the dove's mangled wing be smeared with blook of the men that will never be able t oreturn home...? And if it's wing is mangled, how is it flying? And what about Stan's line? I thought that was the best one so far. The one about the redhead? Killer Stan, just killer!
??? redhead? I missed something? And Kik, use some fantasy lad, enjoy, join ;)... whatever...
going to annoy you a little more dear Kik, just posted my 600th post ;) right now, right here
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Originally posted by Stanislaw
But most of my attention was directed to the beutifle red head three chairs back.
oh, thanks, and sorry, gotta look for it...
found it... so if you all gonna excuse my dullness, once again...
The rain soothed my aching soul and soaked my wounded mind. The sound of thunder always calmed me, no matter how upset I was. 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. All the warriors who survived were on their way home. Our emotions drained, our friends dead, and the territory won, we headed back to our cottages and farms. 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 overhead, its wing badly mangled - a reminder of the death and pain inflicted by the loss of peace - and smeared with blood of the men that will never be able to return home with us anymore and of those who were never meant to be (able to write complete sentences ). Comforting those who are dying, watching them slowly dying and left utterly helpless, I wish I'd paid attention during First Aid classes. But most of my attention was directed to the beutifle red head three chairs back.
ok, can do Kik? ;) really, thanks, I DIDN'T notice...
that's what I'm here for ;)
Always could use someone to KIK me in the right directions ;)