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A big Thank You to Eva and Kaltrina. And of course you can write. Just use your imagination and your heart, dear ladies! ;) http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/spezial/Fool/poze.gif
31/12/2005
Today we regret to say that Pendragon, loyal member of the Online Literature Network, has been officially declared dead. He was unofficially dead for three hours before being discovered by St Bernards who faithfully sniffed him out from under much snow and rubble. It seems he was skiing in the Swiss Alps when suddenly, a totally surprising, wholly unexpected avalanche (oh no!) came rumbling down towards him.
And so, dear friends, he suffocated beneath metres of ice and snow.
(Though mind you the superstitious people of the village down below the mountain claim he was a victim of the Abominable Snowman.)
He will be missed. :(
Hey!! I'm still among the living here! That's not the way it's supposed to be! :mad: :p
The Burial Song of Robin Hood
There’s crying among the Merryfolk,
A sighing among the trees.
And Friar Tuck tolls the bell for chapel now,
It echoes through the leaves.
Why is there all this heartache,
Among the folk in Lincoln Green this day?
In Sherwood, In Sherwood,
About the break of day…
Robin Hood has fallen—
Tell me that it is not so!
But the fingers true that held the yew
Shall no longer hold a bow!
That evil nun let out his life,
We would have killed her, yet he said “Nay.”
In Sherwood, in Sherwood,
About the break of day…
Bear his body tenderly, Merryfolk!
He loved us one and all!
Says Tuck as he reads the eulogy
Robin’s final curtain call.
We shall bury him where his arrow fell,
Only there shall Robin lay—
In Sherwood, in Sherwood,
Poor Robin’s gone today…
Pendragon
(Tombstone added)
Ding dong, the hero's dead!
...wait...that's me...CRUD!!
MANY THANKS, Pendragon--superbly written, I applaud you!
Ding dong the bells rang,
Impty streets silence everywhere,
At mid-day darkness fell
For mistery was there.
Sounds of arows through the wind
Were heard and all stared,
Praying Evil to lose
Unfortunatly it prevailed.
Robin Fell but tried
To save his princess he loved.
Being caught by her eyes
So beautiful and could not be compared
To the sky shying, and was blinded
By love and beauty,
He met his desteny
By being distructed from his duty.
:p
Remembrance
His place by the council fire is empty.
The black churchwarden pipe carefully kept.
Bound versions of things, that he had to say,
Remind us of Adil Youseff.
So humble and yet such a wise man.
Who among us is there that can take his place?
From among wreaths of smoke, the words that he spoke
Could lighten a load, or brighten a face.
And often at night when the fire burns low
It seems that I can see him again.
And hear that soft voice, telling me life’s full of choice,
See the quiet, gentle smile of my friend.
The stars go around in the heavens.
The sun raises and sets in the sky.
But we are dust in the wind, from the moment we begin:
And Adil tells me to fear not to die…
Pendragon
In his quest to become the first man to read "The Idiots guide to dragon hunting" while sitting on the geographical south pole, pendragon was lost.
Pendragon was well prepared for his journey he took all precautions, mittens, scarf, a double layer of socks unfortunately he couldn't prepare for everything, who would think after traveling so many miles in the devesating cold not 300 feet from the south pole he would be hit by a meteor. Services will be held as soon as the body thaws. The family is donating the meteor to a museum.
Lovely Obit Pen, I like it.
Tralam tralam tralam I heard
The sound of a horse flying like a bird
Black horse was it with no master
Speeding on the road so faster
Crackling fire under his palms
Was the remaining of a burned master
Who into the volcano was thrown
And burned to his last bone.
Papayahed hearing this loughed
Till his heart away passed
His eyes were widely open
And his mouth badly broken
Now dead and buried
And his memory we all carried.
:lol:
I think all this lovely poery is being wasted here. We should maybe post them in the Personal Poetry section and return to the usual news postings for a while. :)
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Please note that Literature Network website will be shut for 5 minutes (23:55- 00:00 GMT) on Monday, January 16, 2006 to commemorate one of its members, Adil Youssef.
The Literature Network lost one of its beloved members on Sunday when Adil, who was well-known for his tendency to ask many deep questions and sigh a lot on the face of impossibility of finding answers to them. It has been reported that Adil sighed one too many times last Sunday and his poor heart could no longer carry such a heavy burden anymore and gave in.
He will always be remembered by his upbeat posts on the Forum.
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Woman Destroyed Over Poetry Banning!
It has been reported that a lady known only as Scheherazade, sometimes passing under the alias of Scherlock, was seized by a mob of somewhat, shall we say, "less than pleased" persons after she issued an edict forbidding poetry on this thread. Poets, who are in general considered to have their thoughts somewhat grounded in other worlds than this, were displeased by the edict and swore to "Tar and feather the heretic, and ride her on a rail outa here!" It is not known exactly what lead to the fatality, the coronor's statement of "She laughed herself to death over the whole bloody business!", is of course, to be taken with a grain of salt. Pendragon, one of the poets, when questioned, swore he had nothing to do with it at all but that he would have written a nice parting sonnet if not for the ban. Scheherazade is rumored to be deathless, so she will probably walk again when the moon is full. ;)
Other Realm Post Reports!
Mysterious Affair at Dragonland
One of the leading dragons of Dragonland, Pendragon, will be found dead in the early hours of Tuesday morning. The cause of his death will be impossible to determine by doctors and leading wizards. It will be rumoured that Pendragon has been haunted by the spirit of recently passed away Scheherazade, whose death was brought about by a group of Literature Network members who insisted in writing their obituaries in poetry form and was led by no other than Pendragon himself.
It will also be reported that Pendragon, expecting such an end for himself, has had a chance to bid adieu to his beloved ones.
;)
Once I was walking home after a long day at work, I stoped by the see side contemplating the sight. Suddengly I saw an empty bottle floating. I walked in the water and took it. There was something special about the bottle that caught my attention. It was like any bottle and a special one at the same time. Once home, I opened the bottle to see what is inside. To my amazment, it was empty. I laughed and told myself, "Don't be ridiculous."
"Who said that you are?" A voice from behind replayed.
Frightned, I turned slowly. There stood, floating in the air, the soul of Scheherazade.
"W,ww wha, what are you?" I stumred.
"You poet, commited the most offendingd crime of your life. You kill people and enjoy torturing others. You write poetry pretending to enjoy people but it's for the purpose of killing them. You are damned for all time evil. Now you're going to die, die, die, die ..."
The word was repeated in my ears many times like a refrain. Die, die, die, die.
"Wake up, wake up!" I herd. It was a voice familiar to me. It was Pen. "It's over; let's go."
In fact, I was in a burial seremony of our friend Sheherazade and as I was tired I fell in sleep. My soul still could not recover the lost of her. May she rest in peace! She was killed by a lory. It went too fast in front of her that she got frightned and died at once.
:lol:
And as I slept, I dreamed a dream. And behold, I stood within a vast wasteland. Coming towards me was a friend I reconized well enough, Adil Youssef. But how changed! He was but a specter of the man I had known! Hollow, flaming eyes stared at me. "Adil, mon ami! What has happened? You look like a ghost!" He laughed, a bitter, cold cackle. "Have you seen yourself, Pendragon, my friend? We are both ghosts!" Just then the sky filled with the laughter of the specter of Scheherazade. "You prophesied that I would walk again, Pen!. Behold, my revenge on your poets!" And I awoke, and behold, it was a.....dream? Adil? Oh no!!
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
On the other hand, perhaps death had a little dominion over Pendragon.
Talsin's Funeral Chant
He staggered down the dusty road,
In a blinding, pouring rain.
Straw covered his cloths, on his shoulder a crow,
Singing "If I Only Had A Brain!"
Talsin was this Crow Boy called
But what has taken place?
With every step he takes, the crow it caws,
A stricken look is on his face.
Is he as looney as a moon-calf?
Has Talsin lost his marbles for all time?
Much more I fear, we don't know the half
His parting from this world is nigh.
He dared to make a merry jest on dragons don't you understand?
He who dares to cross a dragon finds a dragon would make a better friend...
Pendragon
Unfortunately, the dragon Pendragon only remembered to drive one Taliesin mad, while one of the other Taliesins who had stayed sane and used the knowledge his black feathery friend had whispered to him - that Pendragon had a unprotected spot under his chest - and killed him with a special returning black arrow one of his ancestors had bought from EBay.
Pendragon will be missed by some other dragons who were close to him.
(other people rejoiced and fought about the hoard, but that is not so important)
There he was sitting, from there he used to look at me. That's the memory I have of him. Turning his head from side to side, proud, calm and confident. No, he is not there anymore. Time, oh time, you are going too fast. Age, oh age, we are getting old. Talieslin, oh God, he is gone. Messanger from the West Pole he was and down in earth buried now he is. Dead yes dead and how! That what the raven wispred to me last night. He dreamed of being a raven and wanted to fly but forgot that he had not wings. From the highst skies he was falling down. About to crach he woke up but it was late.
It's so strange that in a way people dream of what might happen to them in their sleeps. Taliesin was sleeping on a tree and fell on his knee. dear Taliesin passed away.
Adil was a good friend and a good man, but sadly he is now a past tense. This came about in the oddest and yet most natural of ways.
Adil as we all know was a young man given to dressing up as Gandalf. Now while this is ok on the whole the bad thing about this is that white while normally a good color tends to attract dirt and blackness very easilly.
So adil was walking down the stree one day minding his own buisness when suddenly a roving ball of a black hole gathered it self out of the nothingness and hit him, or rather swallowed him. So now he is stuck in it and w can only refer to him as a was. but
you never know black holes are uncharted terrtories he might emerge victorous yet :D
Woman Goes Missing While On Holiday In France!
Dateline: Paris: The Prefect of Police reported today that a young woman, who had introduced herself to several people only as "Nightshade", disappered from the Louvre today. It was quite startling to say the least. She was touring the famous Portrait Gallery and had stopped before the Mona Lisa. A fellow tourist pointed out that there was more than a little resemblence between the young woman's smile and that of the famous portrait. There was a humm, as of giant electrial motors, then a brilliant flash of light. When everyone could see again, the young woman had vanished without a trace, almost as if she had teleported into time...
:eek2: found out! Now I have to go back to being called Mona, and worse live in the whatever it was centurey:bawling: :lol:
On the plus side I am the most famous painting ever, I must rememeber to tip that painter fellow .:brow:
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Writer found Dead!
Renouned writer PenDragon was found dead at his computer this morning. No on knows how it happned. He seems to have just passed away with a cup of tea by his side as he was viewing The Literature network forum site.
On a side note his computer has been inmfected with a seemingly delusinal virus called JonathanBlade, that does not appear to dammage the harddrive so much as open documents and start typing:
I am Pen! I am! this new computer sucked me in! The Shadow Knows! Help me!
When asked computer experts could not find an origin for his virus and do not know how far it has spread. They are howevr working double time to find a way of exterminating it.
:D
Today, I spent the whole day home. As I had nothing to do, I decided to brose the net. When enjoying reading some posts in the literature forum, something strange happened. From time to time, an avatar came into sight and disapeared. I told myself, that might be something new added to the forum. But the strangeness was that the avi. appeared more frequently so that I could at the end distinguish it clearly. It was a picture of Monalisa. Monalisa? Who has that avatar? Then the avi., which, as I assume, was sad, tried to talk to me. I could not understand and at the end I hear the name of Night. Night? Oh my God, Nightshde! How could it be? I stood there gazing in amazement not knowing what happened exactly. In fact, Night, who liked that avi. a lot, was captured by its malific force and imprisoned there for life. Oh dear Night! She will be missed for sure. And now Mona reapeared and took the place of Nightshade. :confused:
It was a cold December day when i decided to go take advantage of the pause in the snow to go get some groceries for dinner.
As i crossed the streed i saw an old man siting on the bench near the park.
I came closer and asked if he was ok since it was really cold outside, definitely not a day to be out.
He looked at me and smiled. oh i'm A ok my friend but for you kindness sit and i shall tell you a little story.. come now sit, he pointed at the space next to his right.
Since i was not in a hurry and i could not allow myself to refuse such a nice man i sat next to him.
Long time ago he began... and then he started telling my on an old prince from Persia and how he help an Angel fallen from the sky.
He told me about Dragons and Princess, Knights and kings, it was like a whirlpool and i was getting sucked in, deep into the realms of imagination.
suddenly i woke up as a piece of snow hit my eye, i looked at my body all covered in snow and quickly got up shaking myselfto get some warm blood and to get snow off of me.
A seconed later i remembered the old man and all he told me.Swiftly I turned around and saw him.
He Sat still and his face was blue, all he did was sit there covered in snow with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.
It was a very bright morning, and a tree had just had it's first thought of the day, something along the lines of, "oh my god, there's another ruddy bird's nest..." at the sametime, down the lane there was rather a comotion, as all animals and (girls) fled, for down came a man, humming a friendly tune, and accompanied by a chorus of canadian forest watchers. The great willow listened with only half an ear while trying to establish an efficient way of removing the bird and it's pungent droppings. it was only then that he could distinguish the words, "I'm a lumberjack, and i'm okay, i sleep all night, and i work all day", but it was to late to save the weeping willow, for it was felled to it's death, bird and all.
News, I like news. Sitting on my chair reading a newspaper from dreamland, my attention was caught by a headline intitled "Tragedy in Dreamland." A tragedy in dreamland? "Yes it is a tragedy endeed" a voice said from behind. I turned to see my interlocuter but there was no one there. I told myself, maybe I'm daydreaming. "No, you ain't" came the voice again. "Who are you?" I screamed with terror. "Me? the question is who was I? Now I don't know who I'm or what I'm. A voice maybe or a dream of what I should be. Can you answer me?" Amazed I said, "but how could I?" But the voice was so familiar that I was not frightned anymore. Then it added "look there, look there." There in the miror was Omer, weeping willow, imprisoned. Oh my God, that was the tragedy.
Ah I was slow. But don't worry. Next time, I'll kill you chava. hehehe
So you say adil, :) long time no see
I was picking my way through the canopy of Sherwood when I happened across an odd young lady, swinging in a hammock slung between two birches (for some strange reason). Then a durian fell from the birch (for yet another strange reason) and landed smack on her head, producing a very bloody sort of effect. I couldn't eat anything for a week after seeing that...
well that was very entertaining, you really had me on the floor with that one, so i will send Sir Lancelot of the holy grail to massacre you like he did the other poor individual's in that film. :)
Why, he wouldn't slay me--I'm Sir Robin! Brave Sir Robin! Sir Robin, the Not-Quite-So-Brave-as-Sir-Lancelot!
oh you make me laugh. Right, well perhaps i will agree not to kill you then, and instead indulge in companionship.
What Was It, Anyway?
A strange thing was discovered in or near Sherwood Forest yesterday. At first, it appeared to be human, clad in familiar Lincoln green garments, but then... a rubber ducky??? Blimey if it wasn't! Then a strange yellow guy with glasses but no eyes... gives me the fair shivers, cor guv, Lord love us all! Then a normal man, but thin in a blue jacket and bow tie, mumbling about science and stuff. Then, would yer belive me, a ruddy fox! Standing upright like any bloody bloke, 'e were, too, and 'ad clothes on, just loike 'e were 'uman! Then poof, by crikey, they vanish. Just gone in a flash! Bob's your Uncle, they did! Me? I takes to me 'eels and gets outa there! Were it a shapeshifter? Dunno, mate. You tell me, naow!
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Reuters - February 21, 2006
USA- A man who has declared himself as 'the last descentdant of King Arthur' has been shot by an arrow and fatally wounded as he left his home this morning. The man who was also known as 'Pendragon' was on his way to his doctor appointment when the attack took place. The witnesses have told the Police that even though they did not see the attacker, they heard someone crying 'Yes! I am the last descendant now!' as 'Pendragon' fell.
The Police is asking for anyone who might have any information to come forward. They are especially willing to talk to a young man known as 'RobinHood3000', whom 'Pendragon' had befriended at a Forum they both have been frequenting recently.
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>.>
O.O
Blast! They've found me!!
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A young, attractive, highly available fairy known as Goodwoman Scheherazade (known among her Latin-speaking friends as 'Scher Bono') was found dead in the middle of Sherwood Forest this morning. The coroner, upon arriving, examined the body for three hours before deciding that the razor arrow protruding from her temple was the cause of death.
The primary suspect is RobinHood3000, already wanted for questioning in the murder of forest denizen Pendragon Tuck, who apparently was in the midst of a long-standing domestic dispute over the proprietorship of Sherwood. More updates as they arrive...
"Creak" the branch on which Robin hid from the police below on the forest floor was beginning to give way. The police looked up to see what the noise was, but the green camouflaged Rob so well that they took it to be just some stupid squirrel running through the trees. "Perfect" thought the hood, "they'll be gone soon and I can get off this branch before the damn thing breaks", sure enough the cops soon moved to explore another part of the haunted wood.Once they were gone Robin jumped down from his hiding place, however in his hurry he forget about the sheriff's men going on their usual trek through the forest. Landing in the middle of the soldiers, he put up a decent fight but was eventually captured and taken back to the castle where he finally faced the hangman's rope to pay for his crimes.
Reuters- Feb 22 06
A nationwide manhunt has begun for what the police will only describe as a person of interest in the disappearance of the bodies of Pendragon and Sir Robinhood3000 late yesterday evening.
The person, a woman known as Mad Rachel apparently used some sort of 'magic' to revive both stiffs and spirit them away to Sherwood forest. The police force, the largest one used for any occasion in all of Britain's history, some being called from Scotland and France, combed Sherwood forest but found absolutely no clues except for what some have swore to be hysterical laughter echoeing through the woods.
Those who have 'heard' the laughter are currently being treated by counsellors and psychologists in London.
"But the story was true" declared sir Robin, and walked to the window. "There she comes," turning to face his interlocuter.
It was a big cart pulled by a dozen of horses, white mervelous stalions that stroled in a musical harmony. Two angels at each side chanting an air of Chairhood. She was sitting in the middle and her eyes fixed to the window as though she new where she was going. Pen rose from his seet and joined his friend.
"At last, she is here. I knew she won't keep us waiting." He uttered.
"Let's go meet her. It has been long we haven't met."
"Yes, that's for sure." He added smiling.
Shining as the sun would from heaven's garden her eyes were. Her beauty was like what her character always reveled. Soft skin and warm kind hands, golden hair and an exquisite body, she walked towards them.
"Hi my lady," both bowed.
"Hi my lords," she replayed.
"How was your jurney?"
She smiled and gave them a little bow. "The best."
"Welcome to your new home."
Yes indeed, this was her new home. But the castle was full. Filled with people from different places. There was Pencive, Scheherazade, Nightshade, Kaltrina, Themis, and all the others. It was the forum castle where Rachel joined her fellow friends. Her dead fellow friends.
Once I've been knoking at that door. "Who is there?" came a voice asking. Ashamed, I looked at the floor. "May I be in my lord" asked I. "Till time is permited to stop and days are to remain no more, then come to our place. Still now we can accept you no more."
I opened my eyes and I was breathing again. I looked around me and found myself in my room. Was it a dream, wandred I? I walked to my computer and could not believe my eyes. There was written in the middle of the screen "Forum Closure: the forum has been moved to heaven due to the inexpected death of all its members."
At that precise moment, Gabriel came down with a dreadful case of the Black Plague, and began coughing so violently that Darlin, sdr4jc, Themis, Pensive, and The Unnamable were all blown straight out of heaven and came crashing back to the earth's surface. Luckily, Virgil was there to catch them all. However, unfortunately for Virgil, his life was ended. Three of Gabriels victims suffered from morbid obesity and Virgil's spirit left his body with a faint gasp for breath...
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This is how the game is supposed to be played:Quote:
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BANG!Quote:
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(Oh the foreverly cursed ten characters rule)