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Post by The Amazing...Spider-Man! on Jan 11, 2004 14:41:21 GMT -5
it was great
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Post by Mrs. (Alphonse) Elric on Jan 13, 2004 19:37:02 GMT -5
Thank you, Highlander. Anyone else out there?!
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Luigi
Bewildered Beginner
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Post by Luigi on Jan 15, 2004 19:46:47 GMT -5
"Hello Ed." It was the sound Violet Baudelaire wanted to hear the most in the whole world. She whirred around nearly dropping her baby sister, Sunny. The man she saw caused tears to well up in her large, purple1 eyes. Through the dark brown curls he shared with the man, Klaus Baudelaire saw the brown, reassuring eyes of his beloved father. In a trice the 3 orphans, who were orphans no longer, were in the arms of Charles Baudelaire. Tears spilled, unchecked, from the 4 pairs of eyes. After all the pain, after all the suffering, the Baudelaires were finally were they belonged. But then, a malicious snarl caused the joyous moment to come to an abrupt halt. Klaus looked at the evil man in front of him with a glare of pure hatred. There stood Count Olaf and his wicked girlfriend Esme Squalor. "No!" Esme shrieked,"It's true! Charles survived the fire!" " Don't worry, honey," Olaf snarled, "We can end that here and now." Olaf drew a long, rusty knife from the inside of his filthy coat. "And while we're at it, we can kill the 2 Baudebrats!" Esme cackled, pulling a cutlass from her belt. "Cutlasses are in!" she added. Mr. Baudelaire stepped in front of his remaining family, ready to protect his beloved children even if it cost him his life. Esme and Olaf had the Baudelaires backed into a corner. Charles protectively stood over his family, willing to defend them with his every last ounce of strength. Olaf raised his rusty knife and Esme swung her cutlass. Over Sunny's crying Count Olaf called to the Baudelaires in his weezy voice,"So long, Baude-" BOOM! A gunshot wizzed through the air over Violet's head.
1. Do eyes come in purple?
Very good!
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Luigi
Bewildered Beginner
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Post by Luigi on Jan 15, 2004 19:50:33 GMT -5
Olaf and Esme spun around. In front of them was a middle aged man in a biege overcoat. His hat covered his eyes. He blew the smoke off a .45 custom. Before anyone could react, the man, in one swift movement, hit Olaf and Esme over the head with his gun, knocking them out cold. "Lemony-I thought you where dead. And Beatrice-I'm so sorr--" Olaf stammered. The man's silenced Mr. Baudelaire by pressing a finger to his lips. A small tear ran down Lemony Snicket's cheek. Then Lemony tipped his hat back, showing the Baudelaires his eyes. They were velvety brown and had a look about them that was indrescribable. The second you got even a glimpse of them, you could tell that they had seen things they shouldn't have seen for many years, perhaps never. His eyes had a look of longing for things that used to be and are long gone. "So long, Baudelaires," and with that, Lemony Snicket disapeared into the mist.
:.The World is Quiet Here.:
Ten years later, as Violet Baudelaire sits on the sofa with her fiance, Duncan Quagmire, in her rebuilt mansion, she still isn't sure what happened that fateful day. Her father now cooks breakfast in the kitchen, Klaus and Isadora read poetry in the library, and Quigley Quagmire teaches Sunny how to draw a decent map, and still none of them are really sure. But they do know that thier happy lives are owed to the man named Lemony Snicket.
:.The World is Quiet Here.: 'Oh, my aching head,' thought Olaf, 'Wait! Were am I?! Who am I?! And who is that very stylish woman lying next to me?!' 'Oh, no, now my suit is ruined from all this mud!' thought Esme,'Were I am I?! This place is very tasteless; who is that devilishly handsome man sitting next to me?' "Were are we?" Esme asked Olaf, "And who are you?" "I am-I am- umm...I don't know! I don't know my own name!" said Olaf,"And I certainly don't know were we are!" "We must have amnesia!" concluded Esme, "Because neither of who we are."
And with that Olaf and Esme gave up thier life of crime and went into treatment for thier amneisa,. But they got married, never bothered the Baudelaires, Quagmires, or V.F.D. (which again became a thriving organization) ever again.
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Post by Mrs. (Alphonse) Elric on Jan 15, 2004 19:52:49 GMT -5
Thanks Abunch! Umm...You can buy purple contacts...Maybe though some gentic mutation... But purple eyes sounded really pretty!
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Post by Sheepdogg Plankton on Jan 15, 2004 21:18:50 GMT -5
this fic is really excellent, the pacing is so well drawin out and fast that after every post i kept scrolling down quickly for more...until i got here and now I can't read more. boo hoo. oh well, I've got worse things to worrya bout.
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Post by Mrs. (Alphonse) Elric on Jan 17, 2004 11:43:53 GMT -5
Thanks! It means alot to me when you say you like my fanfics.
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Post by The Amazing...Spider-Man! on Jan 20, 2004 17:33:32 GMT -5
i loved it
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Post by Mrs. (Alphonse) Elric on Jan 21, 2004 18:17:24 GMT -5
**Blushes, eyes fill with tears of joy** Thanks you guys,(especially Highlander), you make me feel loved.
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