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Post by beatrice123 on Nov 27, 2009 15:24:39 GMT -5
This might be the best 667 tale ever. I like it.
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Post by Shelly on Nov 27, 2009 17:21:01 GMT -5
Excellent work, Sixteen.
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Post by Christmas Chief on Nov 28, 2009 14:37:20 GMT -5
“Hop on,” Antenora smiled as she tapped the rear end of the tiger. So first their on a stuffed tiger... And now their on a stuffed lion? Was that a typo, or more magic? |
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Post by Libitina on Nov 28, 2009 15:01:33 GMT -5
Brilliant.
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Post by Sixteen on Nov 28, 2009 16:28:44 GMT -5
Trag in pajamas? That's the one part of the story that wasn't believable. Other than that, awesomeness. Bedclothes are the bedsheets, not pyjamas. I'm trying to give the story some kind of credibility. So first their on a stuffed tiger... And now their on a stuffed lion? Was that a typo, or more magic? My mistake. Fixed. Thanks for the great comments, everybody! I'm glad you're all enjoying it so far. |
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Post by Libitina on Nov 28, 2009 21:52:57 GMT -5
Also, thanks for making me so cute.
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Post by BSam on Nov 28, 2009 23:36:08 GMT -5
he didn't need to do much
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Post by Fancy on Nov 29, 2009 15:13:13 GMT -5
Bedclothes are the bedsheets, not pyjamas. I'm trying to give the story some kind of credibility.  Oh, I get it. Bedclothes = the bed's clothes, not the sleeper's. Sorry, I should have known you wouldn't make a rookie mistake like that. |
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Post by Sixteen on Nov 30, 2009 17:02:37 GMT -5
Chapter 5
The dark figure floated across the ground towards Tragedy. It wore a hooded shroud and its face was obscured by shadow. Tragedy looked into the black void where its eyes should be and regretted it immediately. He wanted to reach up and remove the hood just to reassure himself that there was a person underneath, but he was frozen in terror and simply bowed his head. The spirit stopped inches from where he stood.
“Are you the Ghost of 667 Yet to Come?” he muttered, fearing the response. The spirit nodded slowly and turned to face 667 Dark Avenue. Tragedy looked up at the building. Before his eyes it transformed. Cracked paint was covered by a fresh coat, crumbling windowsills were replaced with brand new ones, and as night turned to day the building took on an atmosphere of levity. The spirit floated inside and Tragedy followed.
The reception was sparkling clean and people were bustling about. Behind the desk sat Jenny, smiling and helping the other residents.
“I know,” she said to tk. “I’m really impressed with the changes. It feels like a proper home again.”
“We all know who we have to thank for that,” tk said. “We couldn’t have asked for a better landlord.”
Tragedy blushed. Although he still didn’t want to look directly at the spirit, he was grateful that it was showing him a more pleasant 667 than the others had. They moved up the floors in the newly refurbished elevators. He saw many familiar faces, happier than he had ever seen them before, and plenty of new residents that seemed to be fitting in well. He couldn’t help but feel a little smug.
Once they had spent enough time wandering the halls of 667 Dark Avenue, the spirit led Tragedy back outside. It stopped silently at the entrance to the building. Tragedy was not sure what to do.
“Thank you, spirit,” he said. “I am humbled by what you have shown me.”
The Ghost of 667 Yet to Come raised a hand and pointed at a plaque beside the door.
“667 Dark Avenue: Under New Management,” Tragedy read. “You mean I’m not the landlord any more?” The spirit did not need to answer. The doors burst open and out came Emma Squalor.
“I’d like some flower arrangements to hang here,” she said to her assistant, Mad Hatter. “We want to make 667 as welcoming as possible.” Tragedy watched this, trying to figure out just what had happened. Then, it all made sense to him.
“I understand,” he said. “I must have sold the building to Emma after I moved on to a bigger investment. I hear the Twilight District is booming. I shall look into that.” The Ghost of 667 Yet to Come made no sound, but floated down Dark Avenue, leaving Tragedy with no option but to follow.
They made their way across the city very slowly. It appeared that this spirit could not teleport like the others. At least, Tragedy was afraid to ask otherwise. The sun was setting as they reached the outskirts of town and by the time the spirit had stopped floating, night had settled in.
“I am not familiar with this area, spirit,” Tragedy said. “Where are we?”
It did not answer. It pointed to a church not far ahead and began to drift again. When they reached their destination, the spirit hovered around to the back of the church, into its graveyard. Tragedy was feeling more and more afraid as they walked. The spirit finally stopped at a lonely grave. The headstone was covered in moss. Tragedy shook his head.
“No,” he whimpered. “Please! I beg you, spirit. I am not ready for death. There are so many tasteless jokes I haven’t made.”
The spirit pointed at the headstone. Tragedy bent to remove the moss. Slowly, he revealed the letters that were engraved in the granite. It was not his name. It was worse than that. Tragedy sobbed.
Tiny Trikip Cratchit’s grave was alone in its corner of the graveyard. Sixteen had been unable to provide for his only son when Tragedy lowered his wage. Shaken by the loss, he left 667 with Tiny Triangle Eyes and Little Libitina. They rarely visited the grave as it brought back too many sorrowful memories.
“What have I done?” Tragedy wailed. He frantically pulled away the moss from Tiny Trikip’s grave. “You did not deserve this. It’s all my fault. Oh, god.”
Behind Tragedy, the spirit lowered its hood. Tragedy felt its eyes peer through him. Over his shoulder, it read the inscription that had just been revealed on the tombstone.
“Please capitalise God,” it said. Tragedy turned and saw Tiny Trikip’s corpse staring back at him. He screamed as the spirit threw its shroud over him. He tried to brush it aside but only became more entangled. With every twist of the fabric it grew in size, suffocating him in a sea of emptiness.
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Post by Christmas Chief on Nov 30, 2009 17:57:24 GMT -5
Excellent. So full of suspence.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Nov 30, 2009 19:12:02 GMT -5
I second Sherry Ann's words. Also, thank you for including me in yet another excellent chapter.  |
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Post by Mijahu on Nov 30, 2009 19:21:12 GMT -5
YES YES
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Post by Fancy on Nov 30, 2009 20:53:08 GMT -5
Poor Tiny Trikip.  |
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Post by Rellim on Nov 30, 2009 23:43:11 GMT -5
Wonderful story, Sixteen. I can't wait for the conclusion.
Do you really think a fight between me and Gigi would be fair? I think I'd be able to take her down in one punch. She ain't getting nothing but the cold, hard ground to sleep on.
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Post by Shelly on Dec 1, 2009 0:41:05 GMT -5
Wonderfully suspensive.
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