I could count them, I suppose... It would have been easier if I haven't been giving them all different titles.
Oh well.
I don't remember where I left off, so some of these may be repeats.

MY SUPER COOL-TASTIC UPDATESSSSS

This is long overdue. And I have even more I need to post for this month so far. |D
I can't do captions for all of these. It's too much. (I'll explain something if asked.)

"Mama..."
"What do you want?"
"I'm scared..."
"Of what?"
"There's a white see through man"
"For fuck's sake..."

Leaves drift from glade to glade soundless, save the russel like silk against the blade.
Free.
Bringing with them sents and sounds from where hence they have come.
Each leaf carries a tale, some of sadness some of joy.

All you have to do is stop and listen.......

Ears turn to the sound eyes watch their movment
As they glide and jerk, buffeted by the elements,
Some fall buy the wayside their stories untold
others drift so high that only the swifts with their slicing wings will hear the news, screaming it down to those below.

All you have to do is stop and listen......

This is a very old reply regarding Kit and Fran's meeting, but I liked it enough to add more.

Note to Alec and Emily: This is kind of a continuation of the triangle, so you can feel free to add it to the collection IF you see fit.
I'm sorry that all I do is communicate Fran's emotions rather than her taking action. Fear not, though! She will take action soon, but the only thing is that.. it's Fran, so it's not going to be very fun or very nice, and I'm kind of dreading that ^^;;

I've been taking screenshots in the Endless Forest but I have to paste them on Paint and save them into the TEF folder. Which I can't keep doing because I'll have to disconnect.
How can I get them to save into the endless forest folder instead of having to paste them?

I have interwebz in my room.

Rejoice.

A clearing filled with dappled light
fading as darkness brings the night
yet this is the darkness of not rest, but eternal rest.

The darkness slides through the clearing
turning the once warm glade in to a fozen wasteland
Shadows twist and turn within themselves.
Shapes of things that once were leap follward
then are sucked back in to the abbis.
this void of darkness touching,caressing all around it.

Death steps aside, As new life begins.
Life watches Death as the shadow passes.
Death turns to life it's form like a dark mist.

"What's yours is mine, and you shall never have mine"

A new life begins in the shadow of Death, looking up it watches it's future as the shadow passes in to nothing, life clings to it like the mother it would never have.
The files are gathering there buzzing the only things left in the clearing, as life helps take it's first steps. Life has found something that at least for a while Death can't have......... Hope.