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Kroova's Writing (Updated on 3/30/10 at 3:22)

A little story I put together. Sticking out tongue Updated daily or hourly.

at the top of my lungs, in my arms (Emm's first death) prt 1

WARNIN'--contains swears and.. stuff.


I haven't really posted much about her life before this point, so here's a summary to read so you won't be too confused :v


Emmy was born in the early 1900's in France. Her dad moved the family to America when his construction business was called on to help build in New York.
The family was very well off, but little Emm wanted to play baseball in the streets rather than playing the piano and reciting poetry. How predictable, right?
She meets this kid John and his dad who is the head police commissioner (or.. whatever. he's the big boss, basically) and blah blah they grow up together and when Emm's parents send her away to an all girl's boarding school, John is sad. BLAH BLAH time passes and when she graduates and comes back during Prohibition, John and his dad are all "omg Emmy, you grew up to be so pretteh."
John's dad is secretly a bootlegger and when he sees how pretteh Emmerz is, he recruits her to be their "persuader."

Basically, John's dad wanted to expand his bootlegging empire, and a few mobsters wanted to join him since he could easily cover up any criminal activity with his daytime job, but all of them kind of needed persuasion, so that's where Emm would come in.
She'd meet them at a bar, show a little skin, promise them things, anything to get them to join the gang. There was never any sex involved; Emm drew the line there.


BUT of course one day she crossed that line and got into this mobster's car. John was naturally upset and he kicked her out of the gang.




SO now you're caught up. Now you can read my crap :/
(I think it sounds a little goofy because I've been working on this off and on from like.. the fall)



If any word confuses you, just go here and look it up with control F.

Here's a few!
dogs=feet
dead soldier=empty beer bottle
shiv=knife
A=epic car

PleasureLine7's picture

My Endless sadness..Nerri

Mothers Cast Shadows (Repost)

"You have not known me, O traveler, but I pray you listen to the tales and misfortunes that befell a most curious old she-deer. Such a tale comes smooth and strong from oil-black lips, flicked away by tremendous ears. Once more however, ye olde stags with tines that thorn the heavens, and ye hinds with withered visage, come hither, and I pray you listen. This tale of a most curious old she-deer is not to be repeated, it will escape the lips of a nomad as the truth only once, and only the air shall retain its melody. The tale of a most curious old she-deer whom I never met, in which a thousand soft stares of pity could not arouse her from her dillusions. I watched her live, and I watched her die. Now; time rolls back and many suns fall, and we arrive nearly one year ago in The Endless Forest."


The First Encounter
[=9]"The first time I saw her, she never saw me. She was emersed in her activities; browsing the grass and lower branches with a syrupy-warm demeanor. Her belly was round with fawn, and now and again she lifted her head to chatter sweetly to the sleeping infant. I moved on, uninterested, clodding along to the fading maternal tune of her voice.

The evening drawled on uneventfully, and while I rested wearily in the reeds, a noise startled my rumination. From the cattails poked a most curious older hind, adorned with vivid plume and the same tasteful cheeriness. She drank deeply and noticed me not. She was not very keen on her surroundings, this one, humming with pleasure and having her fluff of a tail fly madly behind her. This old hind was more birdlike than I had given her credit; even the forest floor was draped with a magnificent train of feathers, long and glittery green.

°O°oO° why?? O°oO°o°

I am not for war .. I don't like..
I do not understand some of harassing and trying to fight against ..
I can be patient, but there are limits .. I had to beat me while I do not want ..
I want to know the causes ...
this place is supposed to be a place of rest and tranquility ..
Living in harmony with others ..
I'm disappointed ..
I do not understand it ..


I await a response ..

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Alecsander's picture

Cold [Sasha]

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It was going to be another cold morning.
He knew it from the moment he opened his eyes and scanned the trees for a familiar face.
There never was one.
Solitude, as it were, was slowly becoming maddening.

Latte's picture

The Squirelle.

Another - sort-of- bio thing.

[=9] The forest in the human world was alive with creatures that day. Wild wolves chased hungrily after herds of elk. Owls grumbled to themselves as they tried to bury themselves deeper in their sleeping nests, at the sing song of the birds in the trees. All seemed well and happy, but that day was different...

A small herd of deer had gathered in a circle in the center of meadow , shrouded by the forest.
In the middle of the circle lay a small doe, curled up. She seemed to be protecting something. Her pelt was a beautiful reddish brown, like the shell of a chestnut, her eyes were a hazelnut brown tinged with gold. She suited her name perfectly. 'HazelTree'.
Those two beautiful almond shaped eyes were glaring fiercly at a large stag, the leader of the herd, that was towering over her and the thing she was protecting. In the human world what they were saying was hard to understand, their words came out as grunts and sharp calls. They appeared to be arguing.
A peregrine falcon swooped over their heads, nearly smashing into the large antler's of the stag. He twisted in mid air and landed in the grass, looking at the deer curiously. He was one of the fastest animals on planet Earth. He had nothing to fear. His two gleaming eyes swivelled in his head to survey the area, he saw what HazelTree was protecting.
A small bundle of reddish-brown fur, extrenely fluffy for a deer was curled up at her side. It smelt of happiness and excitement. The falcon guessed it was a newborn fawn...but something was odd about it. It had a large bushy tail, covering it's head as it's parents argued. The falcon hopped forward and smelt the thing was female...it was also extremely tiny. About the size of a kitten. An aggresive thud of the stag's hooves made the falcon turn his attention to the arguing deer.
[i][=yellow] " It's downright unnatural, HazelTree. Get rid of that...that , thing!
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