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[ take it or leave it ]

October 15, 2011 - 5:40pm — Rutilus

I got bored halfway through, so it's not what it was meant to be. |D

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No, I Can't Explain... [ Cay Lynn ]

October 15, 2011 - 4:24pm — Bylah

...why everyone seems so vague.

A silly situation, the sort of story she never wanted to be told. She didn't want her flaws, her falters, her failures put on the front page, easily read by the world.

She kept telling herself that the weight of the world wasn't her problem, wasn't something for her to worry about, but as she watched the lives being lived out around her? She couldn't help but wonder if she'd lost something in the translation of that story -

You know, the sad story she'd never wanted told to begin with.

So she stood silently aside, dispassionate gaze on the pathetic little wretches that ran and bleated around her.

It wasn't that she hated them - not really.

It was that she just didn't understand them.

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[ consume ] poetry.

October 15, 2011 - 4:24pm — Rutilus

Verdilac's poetry.

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The Escape. ~For Raindrops.

October 14, 2011 - 8:38pm — DEERTH

Under cut ish your glorious story.

It's a bit fail, I'm so sorry, but have fun reading. I tried my best, anyway (As much as I could, I became lazy in some way. >.<).

Edit: Editted your story. Oh, and to add: 152 is referred as a 'he' and 'it', so that was supposed to be there.

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Why do they call you Fisher? {Private RP for TayTay101 and I}~

October 14, 2011 - 1:19am — Splinters

Would anyone like to RP with me? im bored... just go ahead and start.
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The fawn was innocent, peering up with a naive look. "
I am called fisher because of my hooked and
barbed tongue. " He told the young, his broken jaws
parting to reveal a grotesque black and purple tongue.
Sharp little spikes stuck up from his tongue, and little scratches
from the barbs shown on his mask. With one look the fawn shook and stood, backing up from the beast.
As it turned to run, it did not look back. the fawn's little feet padding along the ground. " Shocking. "
Fisher snorted, a frustated stomp of his feet let off dust into the air. His eyes were stuck on the little on as it ran for its life. all he could do was blink and watch. the buck turned tail and walked slowely to the shore of the water. The pool seemed so dark and dreary, his reflection
not a pretty sight. " Am i really all that horrible? " He asked his mirror. Withought a reply the water lapped gentley against his hooves. Everything always went the way he expected. Noone liked him because of that scratchy tongue of his. It scared
off every fawn and doe. If only he had someone to talk to...