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.
I will send a fully-armed battalion to remind you of my love.
Post by Emerald Snicket on Dec 11, 2015 6:00:58 GMT -5
Day 11 (a clandestine composition)
The Unpublished Publication by Emerald Snicket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.
“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.
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
We don't have anything today, so let's look at the past. Or more specifically at this acrostic that Chastise 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