The cat then hacked up a hairball, which rolled down a hill and onto the bystander, NikoliaI. It is *takes off hat* a terrible tragedy.
. . .Anything smell a little. . . *sniff* fishy to you guys?
The cat then hacked up a hairball, which rolled down a hill and onto the bystander, NikoliaI. It is *takes off hat* a terrible tragedy.
. . .Anything smell a little. . . *sniff* fishy to you guys?
Last edited by The Bookinator; 08-30-2007 at 09:44 PM. Reason: wu niedz a dik-shun-arie?
Bookie was delighted at Nicolai's death but then, a horrible time traveler viking from the 25th century appeared and ate him clothes and all.
Will bookie, like his namesake, be back?
Shall these bones live?
Ryu was having a bad dream about a bunch of androgynous persons chasing her with every imaginable weapon screaming, “What do you mean you cannot tell if I am Male or Female? Take that and that and that!” She woke up shrieking herself to find Freddy Kruger beside her, ominous glove raised. “Looks like the nightmare is on your street tonight!” We shall need to draw a rubber sheet over the rest of the scene….
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
pen died of boredness when he read this post.
Pitiful creatur of darkness,
What kind of world have you known?
God give me courage to guide me,
You are not alone.
Shurtugal died when she read of Bakiryu's death. LMAO!
Shall these bones live?
ok, this is from one of the stories that run threw of my heads! i changed one of th characters name just to make it fit. i think this is noble enough for baki.
this all takes place during a battle, in a fantisy world, arrows are flying, and swords are about to clash.
Refarmoth turned his gaze just intime to see Bakiryu fall to the ground, wounded. By what or how Refarmoth knew not, but he abonded his leadership at the front of battle. When several men took his turn as retreat, he shouted.
"What are you doing?! Get back up there! I'll join you and lead us to victory as soon as I can!"
But already the confusion took a small towl on their weak forces.
Refarmeth was at Bakiryu's side, anilising her wound. An arrow was deeply inbeeded in her side. Blood gushed forth, he put his hand around the wound the wound and was about to call out the healing words of magic, but she put her limp hand on his.
"Stop Refarmoth," she said in a weak voice, hardly hearable, "This is my fate."
"No it's not! I can heal you!" he cried threw tears.
"I won't let you die!" Refarmoth screamed, tears fell down his dirt stained face.
"When you have lived as long as I have, it is a relief to die."
"That means..." he said in words of pain and aweness.
"Aye, Refarmoth, I am Aplor'menthe Bakiryu Zeldukanumtruth Ono Un Narn Garbeth." she took a deep breath of pain, "Unsheeth my sword."
"No, rest, you-"
"Bring it!" she demanded, she had only short time. Relunctently he gave it to her, "Kneel. I, Aplor'menthe Bakiryu Zeldukanumtruth Ono Un Narn Garbeth,, first born shild, heir to the throne," she stopped and took along breath. She closed and reopened her eyes. "Dub thee, King of Tranteribeth."
Refarmeth looked at her with all the graditude in the world. Once afain Bakiryu cried out in a pain, she clutched her side. Closing her eyes, she reopened them as she looked at Refarmoth.
"Good-bye," she whispered, and for the last time did she close her eyes. A smile of no pain came apon her face, she breathed deeply; then that was it.
Pitiful creatur of darkness,
What kind of world have you known?
God give me courage to guide me,
You are not alone.
Shurtzie was merrily writing away when her pen just stopped writing. Just like that. No forewarning. In dismay and confusion, she eyeballed the writing instrument, to have a glimpse as to what the problem was. BIG MISTAKE. The pen suddenly became animated and torpedoed right into her left eye, and the ink exploded into her brain. The last thing she knew was that she was lying on the floor wondering about that fly on the ceiling.....
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
Hey, get me Detective Mallory, understan'. Yeah.
Hey, Mallory, how ya doing. Yah, youse know exactly who dis is.
No, youse listen ta me, I ain't shovin' youse dat dough fer my health, capisce?
I gotta little problem ovah heah.
Yeah, a stiff.
Look, youse gonna do what I say, or youse gonna end up wid a dirt ovahcoat, capisce?
It's some dame, she came outta dah speak ta get some air and a fag. She lights up, and jus' den dat louse punk Birchfield shows up ta chin wit me. Only he ain't heah to chin, unless a gat talks. Missed me, but she took it where it counts.
Nah, just her. Don' worry about Birchfield. Youse can take him off da wanted list, dose.
Now get ovah heah and get the poor moll. See she gets a decent funeral. I pay. Dis one's on de Godfeather. Poor gal should'd stayed in da speak to smoke...
Name? Youse tink I...
Dey call her Kiz, dat's all I knows. Handle it, pronto, get me!
Bye, ya rat!
Last edited by Pendragon; 09-03-2007 at 11:17 AM.
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Setting down the phone, Pen hears a rustling behind him. Rapidly spinning he finds nothing. Shaking his head, he mutters some Italian jibberish and looks at his computer, secretly fingering a large knife. He hears the rustling noise again. He stands up to get a better view of his box littered office. He edges near the doorway, "Could it be? No, no he wouldn't come back, not after the toni's sumo wrestler incident. Your just trying to scare yourself pen, c'mon, snap out of it." Heading out into his living room, gangsta pen and his cronies sat about and talked business. Pen hears the rustling again, always behind him it was. He sent one of his henchmen to see what it was, not seeing anything, the henchman returned to the living room which was plunged into darkness instantly.
Detective Mallory was called from his comfortable bed, next to his beautiful wife for an investigation, what kind of murderer would kill someone at this time of night. Upon entering the crime scene, he stared at a wall that was covered in blood. The detective, a normally strong-hearted man and not given to fear, voided both his bowels and his bladder, and then passed out upon the floor upon seeing the former gangsta dead, although it was what he saw that made his sanity go to pieces. Pendragon and his henchmen were all propped up against the blood covered wall, above their heads was written, "I'm back." with the essex etched into the drywall.
life philosophy: "if one wants to succeed, they must become independent, if one wants to be independent, one must strive past the dificulties, using them to shape future desicions, like a sword being folded, every fold is a hardship overcome, and every fold removes one more imperfection that would destroy the completed version"
# of 1st Dans, Black Belts achieved- 2 (1 Hapkido, Sun Moo Kwan), (1 Tae Kwon Do)
The silent x was killed by something silent, but deadly (har har har)
"...if you weren't smart enough to get a pedophile in a dress to put a small amount of water on the child’s forehead, then what the eff did you think was going to happen?
Shalot was walking across a street when while not paying to much attention saw a girl about to be hit by a run away baby carriage and thought "she doesn't even know!" and was about to shout a warning when Shalot was hit by a car and was killed because Shalot wasn't paying attention.
"O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself. "
-Louis Aragon
AdoreroDio was walking lost in a book when she stuck and iron pole which knocked her out into eternal sleep.
Shall these bones live?
Bakiryu finally found herself nowhere, and couldn't get back to the everywhere so she eventually died there. We all mourn her tenderly.
Whodunit?
Nikolai has passed to another fair land,
At least we shall give her that charity—
For certain it is that the young lass is dead,
So we do not name the dead without clarity.
Less and less now are the vital clues,
We require to solve this dark bloody crime.
But someone out there doesn’t play by the rules,
And I fear that we shall run short on time…
The Powers That Be are demanding results,
And so far we have little enough we can give.
Am I to go to my superior and speak to him thus:
“Yo, dude, the girl somehow has ceased to live!”
I know there comes a time when we all have to go:
So how did she die outside of her own window?
Pendragon
© 9/12/07
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Recent news
Pendragon was brutally murdered. Found to his chest was a note pinned: I'm a guy!
In other news Nik, also known as Nikolai Ilyitch Goldyakin, is nowhere to be found.
Litnetters wonder why
Shall these bones live?
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