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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on Jan 29, 2005 14:08:30 GMT -5
I love it all XD I can't believe I have neglected this for so long!
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Post by Icee on Jan 29, 2005 14:46:22 GMT -5
Thankyou, I hope it was long enough for you Crow XD
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Post by me on Jan 30, 2005 7:16:10 GMT -5
I modified it Jan  Yay! Even better now!!!!  |
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Post by Icee on Jan 30, 2005 9:35:06 GMT -5
John pushed himself of the ground and made his way to the other end of the room and lit himself a cigarette, sitting down at the table with a clear sheet of paper infront of him, he picked up a pen from beside it and began to write.
"Let your knees sink into the more than worn path of despair, bow your head towards the ground and let your lack of self esteem overwhelm you, place your hands together in a single clap for your misery,
foretold treason beyond a mere mortals belief, an image of an angel spearing towards the heavens whilst its wings burn and fall from its aching sides, yet still you mouth words under your breath to your forgotten god,
all the monasteries that stood in his name are ruins beneath your new saviour, obliteration is the only gift
they'll bless you with, then they'll set you on your way to march with the army of broken hearts, beat the skin of your drum until it breaks, they’ll beat you until you break, meet their iron fist with a stern look of
determination, know that later on, you will have no face…
The horn blows and the train that follows the path to your last moments lurches to a stop, this train, once more just like the hearse that carried your fathers away, cover your chest with your arm and place your hand where your beating heart used to sit, grace the world with your uniform of imprisonment for the final time, the tracks to your inhibited destiny lit up in flames, how many of your brothers did you lose to these deplorable crimes…
Face the pain, and let a tear hit the ground, look on in an awe inspired by the crevice which erupts through the lands, a new hope, a new belief, soil left bloody and beaten now finally replenished by your strength, for a second time you are the only souls that have ever graced this land, look upon the graves of those who took your love captive through their anger, without a word uttered the fear dies today, today is the day that you demand their respect."
He leant back on the chair and let his hands cover his face in dispair.
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Post by me on Jan 30, 2005 9:41:54 GMT -5
Sarah I'm really jealous. How did you got up with all his, it's beautiful! I'm excited to read more.
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Post by CrowDish on Jan 30, 2005 19:11:36 GMT -5
Hey, if I ever wrote anything like that, I'd claim it for myself and not give the credit to John XDXD
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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on Jan 30, 2005 20:33:20 GMT -5
I love that! That song (I am guessing it was a song) was fantastic!
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Jan 30, 2005 22:30:42 GMT -5
ahhhhh it's so good I haven't checked it in long long long time! it's AMAZING. I love your writing.
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Post by Ashley on Jan 30, 2005 22:35:35 GMT -5
ah this is fabulous!
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Post by Icee on Jan 31, 2005 8:10:10 GMT -5
Paul, Ringo and George.
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Paul turned off his phone and turned to the lads.
"That 'elped" Said Paul scrunching his face.
"Well you explained it so well." Ringo exclaimed sarcastically.
"Paul, I'm really starting to get worried." George said planting his face into his palms.
"I know Gee, But what can we do?" He looked at George and frowned sympathetically.
George He lit a joint and offered it to Paul.
Paul took the joint from Georges hand and took a small puff.
"What are these girls names?" George whispered to Paul.
He shrugged as he let out a puff of smoke.
"Let's ask 'em then." Ringo said.
"So what are your names?" George asked curiously, walking over to the two lovely girls who were company of Louise.
"My name is Sarah". She said, smiling.
Paul almost choked on his next toke.
"Sarah?!" He asked staring out her, mouth wide open.
"Yes." She whispered into the hollow of his throat.
The memories were endless it seemed and everyone he remembered brought up more pain as if it were trying to engulf him.
He just kept staring at her.
"What's the matter my lord?" Sarah asked him, confused.
"Beautiful, jolly good, stunning!" He said taking her hand.
Paul the last few months, had been having the same dream, about his childhood. His mother dying, John's mother dying, He knew Sarah looked farmiliar. But he had no clue who she was. Now he remembered, she was the young girl he had fallen inlove with at the Liverpool Art Instution. Their relationship never lasted long. She broke it off with him when he was more involved with John than her. He gave everything to her, and it seemed so long ago.
He picked up her hand, and stroked it slightly. He saw her cheeks begin to turn a pale shade of red.
"Such a beautiful name." He smiled.
She courtsied to him and then took a seat on the floor next to Louise.
"And you?" George asked the other female. Now she was a stunner, her sparkling blue eyes stared up at him, her hair, jet black, her skin as smooth and soft as milk, her lips a luscious red, plump and gorgeous. He had been eyeing her from the minute her saw her.
"My name is Charlie." She said staring at him as though he was the best thing since sliced bread.
"Charlie! That's fantastic, I really love that name!" He said grinning broadly.
"Why thankyou!" She said walking closer to him.
She walked so close she was bearly a cm away, she put her hand on his chest and sniffed him.
"You smell delicous!" She said looking up at him.
She was shorter than he, only about 5'5.
He smiled down at her. "Thankyou!" He replied.
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Post by me on Jan 31, 2005 8:21:37 GMT -5
Whoaa!!! Please please more. Sarah keep writing, I need to read more... |
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Post by Icee on Jan 31, 2005 10:25:43 GMT -5
George sat down on the floor next to Charlie and picked up her guitar.
"We're off for a walk" Paul told as he and Sarah walked out of the room.
And somehow, whilst he was on his way to the toilet, Ringo had got himself a bird.
And she was also quite the looker, gorgeous pale skin, short blonde hair and green eyes. Her name was Rose.
All that was left now was George and Ringo with the two birds.
"How much weed do you have left?" Ringo asked George hopefully.
"About a 50 bag" George replied.
"Fabulous!" Ringo squeeled.
"You want some?" George slipped his hand inside his jacket and pulled out the little bag.
"Sure, why not" Ringo replied.
"Oh! You have weed?" Charlie asked eyes wide open.
"Uh, yes?" George answered confused.
"Great, I love to smoke!" She said, grinning.
Ringo leant closer to George and whispered in his ear.
"I think she means tobacco?" He sighed.
"Well, we'd seem rude if we didn't let her have some." George replied.
"That's true". He exclaimed.
"You can have some if you'd like" He offered pulling out some rolling papers.
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Post by Icee on Jan 31, 2005 10:28:07 GMT -5
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Post by me on Jan 31, 2005 10:29:58 GMT -5
C-U-T-E!!!!!
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Jan 31, 2005 10:35:21 GMT -5
aww those are cute. yay for photoshop. |
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