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Post by Shelly on Oct 31, 2006 21:28:06 GMT -5
Sure. You know, 1) I've made a graphic for this thread! see page 1. 2) I don't think I'd want DH/LS to see this thread. Here's "I'm So Sick" by Flyleaf. * * * I will break, into your thoughts With what's written on my heart I will break.Violet moaned. She was very ill. She was in bed, with one of those headaches that lead to hurling. I'm so sick, Infected with, where I live Let me live without this Empty bliss, Selfishness I'm so sick, IúÈ so sick"Coming!" Quigley called from the kitchen, preparing a tray with chicken noodle soup, -Violet's favourite, of course. Duncan was passing when he stopped and stared behind Quigley. "What's that?" While Quigley was looking the other way, Duncan put peppermint oil in the soup. If you want more of this We can push out, sell out, die out, So you'll shut up, shut up. And stay sleeping With my screaming in your itching earsQuigley marched in, carrying the tray. "Chicken noodle soup!" he announced as he placed the tray onto Violet's lap. Hear it, Im screaming it You're heeding to it nowViolet gasped. "You shouldn't have!" She picked up the spoon. hear it, im screaming it you tremble at this soundQuigley hummed happily as he strode back into the kitchen, but stopped abruptly as he saw Duncan with the peppermint essence and a shifty grin. "No!" he cried, sprinting into the bedroom. You sink into my clothes This invasion makes me feel Worthless, hopeless, sickHe was too late. She was face-in the soup, and her body was covered in itchy rashes.
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Post by Tigerclaw can drive a car :B on Oct 31, 2006 21:40:39 GMT -5
ahh demon duncan!
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Post by Shelly on Nov 1, 2006 0:35:08 GMT -5
Ah, thanks.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 1, 2006 9:50:10 GMT -5
I like it! It took me like ages to remember that Violet was allergic to peppermints.
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Post by Spymaster E on Nov 1, 2006 11:37:27 GMT -5
What exactly happened to Violet? Well, what exactly do you mean? And thank you, Amy. Violet appears to be unconcious. And all Duncan and Quigley are doing is talking about her before they decide to hang her. You're latest story was excelent. You explained what happened quite well.
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Post by orphansrgreat on Nov 1, 2006 14:10:05 GMT -5
DUNCAN! how could you?! *wails*. That was great!
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Post by Amy Lee ALOE Aunt Jo on Nov 1, 2006 16:02:44 GMT -5
Oh my goth, that was wonderful!!!
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Post by Shelly on Nov 1, 2006 16:17:58 GMT -5
Ah, thanks. Here's "Opportunity" by Pete Murray. For those who don't know who he is, he's a great Aussie guy. Google his name to find out more. This song's really great. It's done really well, and my school band happens to play it well, too. This story has mild TE spoilers. And I recently read "Lamb to the Slaughter" by Roald Dahl. It's a good story. It can be found here. * * * And so it goes another lonely day Your savin' time but your miles away Your fly was drownin' in some bitter tea For seeing lost opportunityViolet was sitting in the kitchen, having a cuppa. She was worried about Quigley - he hadn't come home, anyway. Find your mirror go and look inside And see the talent you always hide Don't go kidd yourself well not today Satisfaction's not to far awayBeatrice peered around the kitchen door and saw Violet. She was worried too, but not for Quigley. For Violet. Hold on now your exit's here It's waiting just for you Don't pause too long It's fading now It's ending all too soon you'll see Soon you'll see"Quigley?" He was here. Finally, Beatrice thouht, rolling her eyes. Your coffee's warm but your milk is sour Life is short but your here to flower Dream yourself along another day Never miss opportunity"I have to tell you something," he said. There was a conversion of whispers, and Beatrice couldn't hear what was being said. Violet had tears in her eyes. She got up, opened the freezer, and removed a leg of lamb. "Do you want dinner?" she asked in a shaky voice. Don't be scared of what you cannot see Your only fear is possibility Never wonder what the hell went wrong Your second chance may never come along"No," he spat out, turning away. The next thing Beatrice knew, Violet had lifted the leg over her head, and bashed him over the head. Soon you'll see
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Post by Amy Lee ALOE Aunt Jo on Nov 1, 2006 16:26:53 GMT -5
Oh! That was freaky!
What did Quigley do???
EDIT: Does anyone here play the oboe?
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Post by Shelly on Nov 1, 2006 16:29:03 GMT -5
Nope. And I'm not saying what he said.
Read "Lamb to the Slaughter". You'll understand.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 1, 2006 16:30:18 GMT -5
I really like this series of stories, though almost never comment. Ridiculous, eh? This one was really good, by the way. I still haven't fully gotten over my shock from the last one about peppermints. (Nah, I don't play the oboe.)
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Post by Amy Lee ALOE Aunt Jo on Nov 1, 2006 16:38:04 GMT -5
You people suck!
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Post by Shelly on Nov 1, 2006 19:51:16 GMT -5
Ah, thanks for boosting my self-esteem.
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Post by Tigerclaw can drive a car :B on Nov 1, 2006 20:32:39 GMT -5
a lamb leg in the freezer? ....o....k
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Post by Shelly on Nov 1, 2006 20:52:25 GMT -5
Meh. Think about it . . . a leg that's frozen. That'd be heavy.
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