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Post by Claire de Cerises on Apr 1, 2006 11:13:12 GMT -5
Sorry I couldn't post sooner. I got home at 10 last night and didn't have time to go on the computer and post it.
Chapter 2
From the very beginning he had loved her. Not that he knew it, he had never loved before and knew not that feeling. That day at the Ball, her resistance moved him. She had fought back. This intrigued him. While others glorified him, she became the ring leader of his hate club. Yet the more she abhorred him, the more he was attracted to her. Many a night after his first appearance, he thought of her. He didn't know how to approach her again, afraid that she had changed. So he watched in the shadows. He waited for the day when no one would remember him. When Twistedbrain finally felt safe, then he would make is move. Of course, the Masked Man did not understand these feelings and simply mistook them for feelings of compulsive stealing.
Twistedbrain began to lose hope, but was gaining more respect for the Masked Man. He had treated her so kindly over the past couple of weeks. She wanted to unravel the mystery surrounding the Masked Man and find out about his true identity. This became her new goal as her stay became permanently extended.
To be continued...
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Post by champ103 on Apr 1, 2006 13:09:21 GMT -5
Nicely done, Claire. (:
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Apr 1, 2006 13:10:29 GMT -5
Why thank you. I didn't realize how short it was until I typed it up. It was originally written on binder paper.
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Post by s on Apr 3, 2006 15:50:22 GMT -5
Hell no. The Masked Man is mine.
Whoa, alliterative.
Very well-written, though.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Apr 6, 2006 0:02:10 GMT -5
A short installment, I know.
Chapter 3
The days crawled by, one after the other. Time passed slowly, where weeks dissolved into months. Everyday, both grew to know each other better and better. Yet Twistedbrain still did not know the Masked Man's true identity. The Masked Man, in turn, began to trust Twistedbrain more and more. Should he tell her his secret identity? By this time, the Masked Man realized the feelings he had for her, but should he tell her and risk her refusing his love? He battled with the idea until he finally decided.
"I'll tell her tonight," he assured himself. He dressed up in his fanciest clothes, combed his hair, and readjusted his mask.
"Tonight..." he repeated softly.
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Post by PJ on Apr 6, 2006 5:01:03 GMT -5
Nice. This is good, but too short.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Apr 6, 2006 22:07:05 GMT -5
Don't worry. I intend to write a more verbose chapter next.
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That Masked Man
Reptile Researcher
Arrive like lightning, vanish like smoke.
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Post by That Masked Man on Jan 4, 2007 8:51:59 GMT -5
If I did not know better, I'd say that it was myself writing the story. You're doing a marvellous job, Claire. You have potential.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 7, 2007 21:16:42 GMT -5
Wow. I wrote that a long time ago. Err.. thanks Masked Man. I'm sorry I never finished it.
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