Another creative game

If you wish to investigate the Leprechauns,
You'd best do it right
And go and veiw them by light of day
And not in the black of night!
Nor turn your back upon a mountain
For a great rock is lurking there
You take your eyes off it for just a moment
And it will tumble down and squish you fair!
But B-Mental never worried about these things
Had a truly logical, trained scientific mind
Had left all of these "fairy tales"
Far away and long behind
But the fingertips of fury
Gave that ol' rock a little nudge
And down at the mortuary
They are sifting B-Mental from the sludge!
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PS. B-Mental, I despise grits! Yuck! :sick:

hahahaha you so funny, me laugh for a long time, hahahaha
fyi the avatar is a decorative clover leaf (lost its clarity in the file reduction)

Those are some spooky smilies....:eek:

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hahahaha you so funny, me laugh for a long time, hahahaha
fyi the avatar is a decorative clover leaf (lost its clarity in the file reduction)

Those are some spooky smilies....:eek:

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Is OK. I fix! Hey, the smilies, you gave them a virus, remember....http://www.websmileys.com/sm/mad/boese012.gif

:shock: :eek2: you disappear for less than a week and the smilies are infected!!
Anyway
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Today we mourn the death of a great man in all his ahh faces. A dragon, a slayer of dragons, a shadow and a force the dark had to rekon with. He was well loved. how did he die, you ask? welll it all began with his knife collection or was it the dreams?
Anyway he was prone to very realistic colour dreams and all that seems clear is that his dreams were so realistic that his nightmare came alive and ahhh stabed him with his prize knife .


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Sorry I cant think of violence or grimness today too happy:D

The above was promenading down a sidewalk with a grin the size of Jamaica plastered on her gulliver, when suddenly the wind changed and her face was locked in that position!
Sadly she was no longer capable of the intake of food or drink and soon died of starvation.
People said, "She died with a smile on her face".

Ever following the white rabbit over hill and dale,
Through grassy meadows and by the sea,
Over foggy moor, through haunted vale,
Chava came at last to The Lizzy Borden B & B
And it was there that the ghost of Lizzy took an axe
And gave our barefoot buddy forty whacks!
Laughing feindishly, for she knew,
They would never prove this one any more than the other two!
:angel: :bawling: :bawling: :bawling: :angel:

Once there was a dragon named Pen,
Roamed the moors with his faithful hen.
Drank his ale straight out of its can,
Warmed the beans in an old twisted pan.
Being a sensitive and literary one,
He wrote poems for his brave clan.
But suddenly there was a ban,
It was evil King Poe's sinister plan.
Poor Pen could write no more then,
This made him turn sick and wan.
Day after day he sighed in vain,
And then forever gone to feel no more pain!

1001 tales is a great many to tell,
(especially when you're where you don't want to be!)
And one man's Heaven is another man's Hell
And oh, how our fairy longed to be free!
But it was "Stories, wench! More stores!" the Ogre would rave
Night after night and again and again
Under flickering flambeaux that lit up the cave
As He shook his huge finger under her chin.
She'd tried to escape on her gossomer wings
And leave this dark cave and her wicked master behind
But to an Ogre the wings were worthless things
That the web of a spider in his cave could bind
But finally Scheherazade drew her final breath:
For in telling her stories, she bored herself to death... :yawnb:
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A battle not yet won,
For the chaos still fights,
Order is struggling,
Yonder, the hero duels the demon,
Things were not ment to be.

Missed for a long time
The above was
Exploring and trying to find
Himself he missed and was
Lost and there he died

oh i have been longing to kill the above,

And thus she raised the knife... And leapt about three and a half metres to the side as the above pommeled to the ground with a great rasping sound, (the effects of long-term pipe smoking) (sorry, couldn't resist. :) long time no see Adil)

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Originally Posted by Chava

oh i have been longing to kill the above,

And thus she raised the knife... And leapt about three and a half metres to the side as the above pommeled to the ground with a great rasping sound, (the effects of long-term pipe smoking) (sorry, couldn't resist. :) long time no see Adil)

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You don't know how heartly I laughed. :lol: :lol: :lol:

it's my turn now. :brow:

When napping peasfully after a good lunch, our good and beloved friend Chava was suddenly taken as a hostage by two stupid guy. Having takken the wrong person, they dessided to let her go. Being at least free, she ran the fastes she could more in joy than fear of being caught again. Without paying attetion to the roed, a car hit her. She was still alive and taken to the hospital when the same guys kidnapped her again. This time being not able to distinguish her from the one they want really to kill, they agreed on killing her. Fortunately when she talked to them, they realised there mistake and let her go again. Being not able to run as she did last time and for fear of experimenting the same fate as before, she desided to take a taxi. But she forgot that she has no mony and the taxi driver trew her out of a bridge for he traveled a long distance without being paid and happened to be full of debts. In a way she survived. At the and she reached her home and being happy for that everything ended at least, she jumped with joy and fell on her head. Unfertunately she that caused her death. :brow:

See you in a better world where all these won't happen. :wave:

I begin to see, Chava, that I should go back and edit some obits.......http://www.websmileys.com/sm/sad/1201.gif :blush: Blimey, you should have told me you were a lady!! :blush: :blush: :blush:

gee, no wonder you couldn't find a picture of me... :) hehe, no harm done.

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Originally Posted by Chava

gee, no wonder you couldn't find a picture of me... :) hehe, no harm done.

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None except for open mouth, insert foot! :lol: :lol:

A song for Adil (to be sung to the tune of 'Senor Don Gato'):

Oh Adil Youssef was a lad
On a high red roof Adil sat
He went there to read a letter,
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Where the reading light was better,
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
'Twas a love note for Adil

'I adore you', wrote the lady friend
Who was smiley, friendly and nice and fat
There was not a sweeter girlie,
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
In the country or the city,
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
And she said she'd wed Adil Youssef

Oh, Adil Youssef jumped so happily
He fell off the roof and broke his knee
Broke his ribs and all his fingers,
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
And his little solar plexus,
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
'Bismillah!' cried Adil Youssef

Then the doctors all came on the run
Just to see if something could be done
And they held a consultation,
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
About how to save their patient,
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
How to save Adil Youssef

But in spite of everything they tried
Poor Adil Youssef up and died
And it wasn't very merry,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Going to the cemetery,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For the ending of Adil Youssef

When the funeral passed the internet cafe
Literature Network site was on air
Though his burial was slated,
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
He became reanimated,
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
He came back to life, Adil Youssef

Well, once I found a fairy in my teacup,
But I was in a place where I didn't want to be
I guess it was tea, but I didn't know which end was up
And the creatures there were very strange to me
I'd swear there was a hare there at the table
And a little guy in a top hat that looked like Martin Short
With a dormouse snorning loud as he was able
And a little girl who seemed so out of sorts
But Chava was there, and Adil and Nightshade
And others that I really can't recall
We guzzled down that tea like it was lemonade
While a catapillar with a bong just watched us all
But it was fatal for the fairy in my teacup
Because I sat it down and the dormouse snapped 'er up! :D http://www.websmileys.com/sm/cartoon/1238.gif

Such a lovely song. Thank you Scheherazade. I should show it to my classmates and sing it together. I really love it. BTW, I'm waiting for a letter of this kind.

From door to door I knocked
But see no more of her and her friends.
Maybe she passed
Away and only memories lasted
Of her and her friends.
I've just come to say thank you
For the song and ask you
Abdout you and your friends.
Unfortunately all the doors were locked
And no one can be asked
For death took you and your friends.
Rest in peace and be merry
And to join you I'll be happy
To talk to you and your friends. :wave:

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Originally Posted by adilyoussef

Such a lovely song. Thank you Scheherazade. I should show it to my classmates and sing it together. I really love it. BTW, I'm waiting for a letter of this kind.

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I thought you might be waiting for a letter of this sort (read the 'The Most Beautiful Thing Said to You' thread, which made me think of the Senor Don Gato's song :p). You might find the original song on the net if you are not familiar with it. It is a funny, children's song.

Hope the letter does not keep you waiting for too long! :)

Woman Killed in a Kit Kat Mishap

The Literature Network member Scheherazade died in Kit Kat enthusiasts convention. She thought the pillars were actual Kit Kats, but they were justed shaped for the theme. She knocked a pillar down and with it part of the ceiling. No one else was hurt in this tragic accident.

You're popular Scheherazade! Three obits in a row!http://www.websmileys.com/sm/crazy/1034.gif

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You're popular Scheherazade! Three obits in a row!http://www.websmileys.com/sm/crazy/1034.gif

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Yeah, there is nothing like knowing that there is no shortage of people who are willing to do away with ya!

:p

I sat in my room contemplating my paper
Couldn't write for the lost of a friend,
He fought Evil and dragons
But was lost in a see of send.

I took my pen and tried
To write for the memory of a friend
In all the sudden I heard a voice
Familiar was it and said: 'Ahoy!'

Who might you be thou talking to me
Evil spirit or an angle from the sky?
Without a wonder was the reply:
'Be sure that neither was I.'

Astonished to know that it was my pen
Talking to me and said:'It is me who was then
A member of the forum with the name of Pen,
Poems I wrote with much love and fun.'

How could it be wonder I
That once you were a fellow and now a pen
Smiled he and said: 'That is the end
Of the story of a man turned to pen.'

Great one, Adil! :lol: :lol: :lol:

It was time of wonder, it was time of beliefs. It was days of mistery, it was days of grief. The night was like the day. Poeple looked like each other. One could not distinguish between a foe and a friend. And the day was so long and the night so longer. In the midle of this calamity, Night was coming home from a long day of hard work. She was thinking of nothing but to rest and to remove all what was weighing on her chest. She opened the door of the house but found nobody there. She called but received no answer. She turned on the light but darkness prevailed. Frightened she ran. Outside the house she fled. Still midday but all was dark. The sky was cloudy and dropes of rain fell slowly. She looked behind her and saw a stranger. With his hard looking eyes winked and smiled. He pulled out a gun and shot her. She screamed with terror. Everything now was calm and quiet. Darkness still remained. But Night was now in her room. And soon realized that all was but a dream soon to be forgotten. No, how could it be? For the dream turned to a nighmare. In fact, there was a real man in her room with a gun pointed it to her chest. Surprised by her scream, he shot and didn't miss. Just happened to open the door and was thrown in the floor. Counting her last hours she looked at her friend, she looked at Night and said: "I was worried about you and heard you screaming. So I come running." She was taking a hold of her friend's hand while speaking. Soon everything faded.

Scher was long missed and the Lit. forum members are still looking for the killer. And Night wants to revange her friend. Shall I give you a hint? :goof:

Death Leaves Medical World Stumped

AP - Wed Nov 30, 8:49 PM ET

The death of a young man has left the doctors all over the world baffled. The North African Adil Youssef, who was in his early 20s, was found dead in his bedroom two days ago. Sources close to his family reported that Adil was in good health even though he had an operation last summer. One family member said, 'he went to bed as usual, a little after midnight, then he did not get up in the morning.'

The doctors could not find any physical explanations for his untimely death; however, they are concentrating on the theory that being a serious, thoughtful young man, Adil might have been too deep in thought and died as a result of 'thought drowning'.

His family and friends, who are shocked by this sudden loss, will miss him dearly.

hey guys you write cool obits. :lol: I have so much fun reading them... Adil what an imagination..nice ;)... :D

ahhem avenge scher now that I can do but may I point out I do not scream in terror?! ;) :D

Ah, yes, Night, but as Adil said in the obit WHO WAS THE MAN WITH THE GUN? HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!

Oh I'm dead and beried. Darkness surounded me. My thoughts killed me. "Thought drawning" it was called. In my grave, I heard foot steps. They were of a man. That guy who winked and smiled at Night. He stood on my grave and loughed. Then he said:"Ha, ha, ha! I pitty you. You wanted to desclose my secret and divulge my identity. What can you do now that you are dead? Here a present for you. Here I have the soul of kaltrina. Ha, ha, ha!"

I always thought death to be a relief. But I'm in my grave and can't reast. Becouse of my silence, another forum member perished. Who can stop him? Who might help us rest in peace?

awesome stuff u guys...but im really bad with obits...dun even want to try...and as papaya sez do it or Don't there's no try!! :D

and Adil who'd want to see u dead anyways?!

so whoz writing my obit...be sure to make it exxtra emotional!

Death did not rob her of the beauty that was hers,
For even He must bow to higher powers.
But finally silenced are her smiling tears,
And a smile of hope has replaced the touch of sorrow.
How brave she was to face the days as she did,
And the smile always brought sunshine through the rain.
But, Death, that rascal, stole our precious friend,
So somewhere shall we see her face again?
SmilingTearz, your voice still echoes on the breeze;
Never gone until forgotten, never forgotten while we live.
Your beauty glows still in each sunset sinking in the seas.
You gave your all till there was nothing left to give...
We do not say goodbye, or even say goodnight--
For they say SmilingTearz has perished, but then who just passed my sight....

Pen

wow Pen that was beautiful....

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Oh I'm dead and beried. Darkness surounded me. My thoughts killed me. "Thought drawning" it was called. In my grave, I heard foot steps. They were of a man. That guy who winked and smiled at Night. He stood on my grave and loughed. Then he said:"Ha, ha, ha! I pitty you. You wanted to desclose my secret and divulge my identity. What can you do now that you are dead? Here a present for you. Here I have the soul of kaltrina. Ha, ha, ha!"

I always thought death to be a relief. But I'm in my grave and can't reast. Becouse of my silence, another forum member perished. Who can stop him? Who might help us rest in peace?

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hey Adil didn't I say you have a great imagination....? ah well...you do. :D

Every one now is in his/her gards. No trust prevails. Fingers of accusation are now and then pointed to every one blonging to the forum. Who is the killer? Some say is a poet and some say it's somebody unseen.

Pen, a forum member known for his good verses of poetry, was accused of the felony. It happened, in one of his obits, he was found guilty of a crime commited against Smilingtearz. But the fact is that he was found dead a pen in the head in front of a paper in which is written "To all who might be intrested in the story of Night, the truth is..." Unfortunatly he did not have time to finish. Truth is; truth was; truth is truth; and who knows truth? How many should perish till truth is disclosed.

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wow Pen that was beautiful....

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Thanks Kaltrina, m'lady. SmilingTearz said to make it sort of extra emotional, so I tried.... I guess I owe you an obit now... after someone knocks off Adil, my fellow poet again! ;) :) :nod: http://www.smileyville.net/brizco/rip_1.gif

Adilyoussef: Fell from the heavens trying to fly--perpetual passing of time within his/her thoughts left him/her susceptible to flights of fancy...alas, Icarus flew too high.

And Pendragon keeps his word, m'lady. Here's to you, Kaltrina. Then someone will off the Archer...

We bid farewell to Kaltrina, fair beautiful young lady,
With her smile both mischievous and yet somehow shy.
With her butterfly wings, like some dainty woodland fairy,
Tell me, moon over Kosova, why did she have to die?
And thou, oh Grim Death, return to us the sweet maiden!
Why should thou thus unjustly deprive us of a dear friend?
Are not thy bony arms forever heavy-laden?
Is thy thirst never sated? Knows thy hunger no end?
We stood united before the Dark Lord to reclaim Kaltrina,
Yet he only laughed as he bore her away.
But a victory we gained, that was missed by the vile demon:
For he TOOK her—YES—but she fell not to his blade!
“That is not dead which can sleeping lie:
And with countless eons, even Death can die…”

Pen

(The last two lines are not mine, I "borrowed" them from H.P. Lovecraft.)

I will Pen. Don't worry about that.
By the way Robin, I'm a man. You can use the "he" pronoun. And I'll assume that you'r a man too.

Honner is a story once told to me
About an archer so devoted to be,
Sucrifice he would give to make happy
Everyone asking for help and to flee.
Fairy tale or true one was it maybe
I'm not sure for he is missed surely.
Robin as a bird flew to fight
A demmonic man and to make him die,
Arch in hand the target between the eyes
He aimed with a spirit so high.
Forgotten his arrows he knew but lately
Just before the harm was done.
Waisting no time the evil took him and "slamp"!
Cut his head off and in a moment ran. :goof:

Death is a swift note of sentiment,
where we mourn not those who have diminished,
but the abscence they have left.
And at the funeral of Adilyoussef,
there stood beside me a kindred soul,
and cursed whomever was the cause of such a theft.
For shortly hence Adil had gone,
in search of a special sword in the specialists street,
for the hand with which he fights is his left.
His tranquil state was tested,
As he found his wallet was stolen,
The chok was much to much, and he died of a heart attack due to the theft.

(Pardon my excessive sillyness)

Chava slumbered in suspended peace,
When one of her palm trees began to bend.
Doubled over, it began to crease
And to the depths Chava it would send.

For her hammock did collapse and drop
Chava from its comforts into the blue.
She drowned asleep, but some wise advice:
Don't hang hammocks over deep bodies of water.