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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Dec 8, 2015 1:48:19 GMT -5
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Dec 9, 2015 10:35:36 GMT -5
No one commented on my ersatz day, lol. Anyway, I have December 9th, so *double post*. You might ask what this has to do with Christmas. It doesn't, technically, though my cat is named Noel so there is that.
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Post by lorelai on Dec 10, 2015 0:11:55 GMT -5
Awww, I like your ersatz day; and your cat, lol.
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Post by Tryina Denouement on Dec 10, 2015 7:59:17 GMT -5
Nobody's posting today? I had always wanted to post this.
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Post by Hermes on Dec 10, 2015 11:38:59 GMT -5
Actually, Kit's tits kick ticks, I am running a bit behind. I can do something today if needed, but it might be quite helpful if you used Tryina's thing now and held me over till the next gap.
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Post by Kit's tits kick ticks on Dec 10, 2015 11:45:45 GMT -5
okay. The next gap is on Saturday, can you post your thing then?
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Post by Hermes on Dec 10, 2015 12:12:37 GMT -5
Yes, no problem.
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Post by Emerald Snicket on Dec 11, 2015 6:00:58 GMT -5
Day 11(a clandestine composition)The Unpublished Publicationby Emerald Snicket Note to reader: this is a continuation (or filler, if you like) of my elder brother’s work, The Slippery Slope. I do not recommend that you read my brother’s piece, for it is rather unhappy and will make you unhappy too. I do not recommend that you read my piece, for it is rather private and will make Violet Baudelaire and Quigley Quagmire unhappy too. However, should you proceed, I must give ask of you to not share this with anybody, particularly on a public forum in order to respect V and Q’s wishes.
The two orphans gazed at each other, the eldest of the duo smiling shyly and the younger boy simply staring, motionless and stunned. After a few minutes of dumbfounded eye contact–or was it days, months, or years?–Quigley broke the lulling silence.
“I have heard much of you, Violet Baudelaire, but that was from others. I would like to hear the story from your perspective.”
“You would?” came the reply of Violet.
It was Quigley’s turn to smile shyly. “Yes, I would be most interested.”
“Where should I start?”
“From wherever you feel is appropriate.”
So they spent what felt like an eternity discussing Violet’s journey–or rather, Quigley listening to Violet discuss her journey–and the tale was finished in what really was another few minutes.
“You’ve had quite the adventure,” Quigley commented once he was sure that Violet had finished. They were sitting closely, cuddling for comfort from the cold and so that Violet could be comforted when she reached a particularly painful part of her past.
“Why don’t you tell me yours?” Violet enquired.
“Mine…?”
“Your adventure.”
“I’ve already told you my adventure.”
“I want to hear it again.”
Shrugging, Quigley retold what he had been through, elaborating on the details for Violet’s sake. By the end of it, their bodies were pressed against each other, huddling close like penguins. Their eyes met again, chocolate meeting slate*.
Somehow, as if it were a reflex, the two friends–or might I now say lovers–leaned in, their eyes fluttering shut, and their lips met. The kiss was slow, gentle, and told a story of love rather than lust as their lips moved harmoniously with each other. The algid atmosphere of Mortmain Mountains appeared to vanish, replaced with a cosy warmth as Violet and Quigley clutched each other. Several days of this lovely warmth appeared to pass, the inventor and the cartographer huddling closer and closer.
After yet another eternity, the two pulled away, smiles gracing their features. They stood up shakily, both supporting the other as their journey continued, adding a single happy chapter in an entire series of unfortunate events.
*I have tried extensively to research Quigley’s eye colour, however, my findings are nought, so I have made a prediction. It probably is not pink, for Violet is not fond of pink.
I can't draw hands for the life of me
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Post by Hermes on Dec 12, 2015 18:12:40 GMT -5
For day 12, a new episode of the world's slowest fanfic, The Good Guardian, here. This is only half a chapter at the moment, but I hope the rest will come soon.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2015 18:20:39 GMT -5
4 years later lol
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Post by Reba on Dec 13, 2015 13:29:44 GMT -5
a while ago, terry craig made a brilliant pun in the shoutbox about an atwq-inspired band called "THE BOMBINATING BEATS." i was quite tickled, so i dicked around the next day and made some little songs that i imagined might come from said band. for day 13, here they are now
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Post by Hermes on Dec 13, 2015 14:54:50 GMT -5
Excellent songs, Bear!
Emerald: Your story is beautiful. I am particularly interested by the thought that you are Lemony's sister. Certainly his having another sister would help to explain some things.
Peppermince: Are you related to Teleram?
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Post by Emerald Snicket on Dec 13, 2015 15:38:14 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2015 16:05:04 GMT -5
Peppermince: Are you related to Teleram? No, why?
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Post by Kit's tits kick ticks on Dec 14, 2015 11:24:13 GMT -5
We don't have anything today, so let's look at the past. Or more specifically at this acrostic that Charlie wrote for the advent calendar in 2012: C- Charlie’s writing an acrostic H- Hoping to make a poem that rhymes R- Rambling something about agnostics I- Is it true they don’t celebrate Christmas time? S- Six-Six-Seveners seem rather ecstatic T- To celebrate Christmas on this forum M- My guidelines for this are elastic A- Allowing me to write this crappy poem S-Sixth the date, only nineteen days left G- Good grief I hope Santa receives my letter R- Replying is something he seems to detest E- Every-time his excuses get better E- “Elves must have misplaced it. T- The reindeer must have chewed your note” I- “I don’t believe it Santa, so submit N-Now please remove it from your coat” G-Gee I got off topic there, I hope I didn’t bore you all S- Six-Six-Seveny Christmas is a joy that is certain to enthral
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