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Eupharia The Ninetailed Scot
Squad : Flame SL Age : 31 Location : Scotland Posts : 540 Join date : 2010-11-02
| | | | RedHerring The Misleading Monarch
Squad : Freeze SA Age : 60 Location : Tohjo Falls Posts : 1011 Join date : 2010-11-03
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Sat Oct 08, 2011 9:39 am | |
| Sounds like fun.
Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. | |
| | | Littlered Demon in Disguise
Squad : Flame Squad Age : 30 Location : Massachusets, USA Posts : 337 Join date : 2010-11-02
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Sat Oct 08, 2011 4:17 pm | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview | |
| | | Eupharia The Ninetailed Scot
Squad : Flame SL Age : 31 Location : Scotland Posts : 540 Join date : 2010-11-02
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Sun Oct 09, 2011 12:59 pm | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. | |
| | | RedHerring The Misleading Monarch
Squad : Freeze SA Age : 60 Location : Tohjo Falls Posts : 1011 Join date : 2010-11-03
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Sun Oct 09, 2011 7:45 pm | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards. | |
| | | Eupharia The Ninetailed Scot
Squad : Flame SL Age : 31 Location : Scotland Posts : 540 Join date : 2010-11-02
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Mon Oct 10, 2011 2:25 pm | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. | |
| | | RedHerring The Misleading Monarch
Squad : Freeze SA Age : 60 Location : Tohjo Falls Posts : 1011 Join date : 2010-11-03
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Mon Oct 10, 2011 2:27 pm | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. | |
| | | Eupharia The Ninetailed Scot
Squad : Flame SL Age : 31 Location : Scotland Posts : 540 Join date : 2010-11-02
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Mon Oct 10, 2011 2:37 pm | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. | |
| | | RedHerring The Misleading Monarch
Squad : Freeze SA Age : 60 Location : Tohjo Falls Posts : 1011 Join date : 2010-11-03
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Mon Oct 10, 2011 2:44 pm | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold frigid air. | |
| | | Eupharia The Ninetailed Scot
Squad : Flame SL Age : 31 Location : Scotland Posts : 540 Join date : 2010-11-02
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Mon Oct 10, 2011 2:59 pm | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold, frigid air.
As the distance between me and the city center shortened, I was beginning to feel better; quantitive loads of fresh air (fresh, compared to the stale poison that my home so humbly offered) soothed my dwelling woes. | |
| | | RedHerring The Misleading Monarch
Squad : Freeze SA Age : 60 Location : Tohjo Falls Posts : 1011 Join date : 2010-11-03
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Mon Oct 10, 2011 3:20 pm | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold, frigid air.
As the distance between me and the city center shortened, I was beginning to feel better; quantitive loads of fresh air (fresh, compared to the stale poison that my home so humbly offered) soothed my dwelling woes. My relief was short lived though, since it was at that point I heard a grating female voice address me from behind. | |
| | | Mac of All Trades The Forum Clown
Squad : Join ALL the squads! Age : 28 Location : Omnipresent Posts : 616 Join date : 2010-11-01
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:14 pm | |
| So this is similar to that 'add one word to the sentence' game, except that tended to wind up saying things like "later the purple Peach fled atop the tower with flowers to see a volcano that exploded rainbow diarhea juice on chrizx's uncle's ranch dressing"
Ahem so <_< you think I'll kill it huh? I resent that!
Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold, frigid air.
As the distance between me and the city center shortened, I was beginning to feel better; quantitive loads of fresh air (fresh, compared to the stale poison that my home so humbly offered) soothed my dwelling woes. My relief was short lived though, since it was at that point I heard a grating female voice address me from behind.
"Cuellorojo, our interview was scheduled for this morning, and your presence was not presently present at that present time--" I then realized it was not a woman's voice, just Eupharia, our news broadcaster (whose voice sounded very much like a woman) "-- so 'splain yourself!" | |
| | | Eupharia The Ninetailed Scot
Squad : Flame SL Age : 31 Location : Scotland Posts : 540 Join date : 2010-11-02
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Tue Oct 11, 2011 9:34 am | |
| - Freddie Mac wrote:
- Ahem so <_< you think I'll kill it huh? I resent that!
Cuellorojo... Wow you sure proved me wrong huh? Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold, frigid air.
As the distance between me and the city center shortened, I was beginning to feel better; quantitive loads of fresh air (fresh, compared to the stale poison that my home so humbly offered) soothed my dwelling woes. My relief was short lived though, since it was at that point I heard a grating female voice address me from behind.
"Cuellorojo, our interview was scheduled for this morning, and your presence was not presently present at that present time--" I then realized it was not a woman's voice, just Eupharia, our news broadcaster (whose voice sounded very much like a woman) "-- so 'splain yourself!"
I turned just in time to see him stumble across the kerb and fall flat upon his nose, obviously drunk; Cuellorojo... must have been another man in line for the anchor position, to be honest, I'd never wanted the job in the first place. | |
| | | RedHerring The Misleading Monarch
Squad : Freeze SA Age : 60 Location : Tohjo Falls Posts : 1011 Join date : 2010-11-03
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Tue Oct 11, 2011 11:44 am | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold, frigid air.
As the distance between me and the city center shortened, I was beginning to feel better; quantitive loads of fresh air (fresh, compared to the stale poison that my home so humbly offered) soothed my dwelling woes. My relief was short lived though, since it was at that point I heard a grating female voice address me from behind.
"Cuellorojo, our interview was scheduled for this morning, and your presence was not presently present at that present time--" I then realized it was not a woman's voice, just Eupharia, our news broadcaster (whose voice sounded very much like a woman) "-- so 'splain yourself!"
I turned just in time to see him stumble across the kerb and fall flat upon his nose, obviously drunk; Cuellorojo... must have been another man in line for the anchor position, to be honest, I'd never wanted the job in the first place. "I think you have the wrong person," I said. | |
| | | MicahelN The Peachy One
Squad : TD Forum Administrator Age : 31 Location : Pasadena, California Posts : 1177 Join date : 2010-10-31
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Tue Oct 11, 2011 12:41 pm | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold, frigid air.
As the distance between me and the city center shortened, I was beginning to feel better; quantitive loads of fresh air (fresh, compared to the stale poison that my home so humbly offered) soothed my dwelling woes. My relief was short lived though, since it was at that point I heard a grating female voice address me from behind.
"Cuellorojo, our interview was scheduled for this morning, and your presence was not presently present at that present time--" I then realized it was not a woman's voice, just Eupharia, our news broadcaster (whose voice sounded very much like a woman) "-- so 'splain yourself!"
I turned just in time to see him stumble across the kerb and fall flat upon his nose, obviously drunk; Cuellorojo... must have been another man in line for the anchor position, to be honest, I'd never wanted the job in the first place. "I think you have the wrong person," I said. The man who had his mouth agate (revealing his buckteeth in all its yellow glory) gave me the creeps as I didn't have a clue if he was going to steal my wallet or punch me across the face.
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| | | Eupharia The Ninetailed Scot
Squad : Flame SL Age : 31 Location : Scotland Posts : 540 Join date : 2010-11-02
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Thu Oct 13, 2011 11:47 am | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold, frigid air.
As the distance between me and the city center shortened, I was beginning to feel better; quantitive loads of fresh air (fresh, compared to the stale poison that my home so humbly offered) soothed my dwelling woes. My relief was short lived though, since it was at that point I heard a grating female voice address me from behind.
"Cuellorojo, our interview was scheduled for this morning, and your presence was not presently present at that present time--" I then realized it was not a woman's voice, just Eupharia, our news broadcaster (whose voice sounded very much like a woman) "-- so 'splain yourself!"
I turned just in time to see him stumble across the kerb and fall flat upon his nose, obviously drunk; Cuellorojo... must have been another man in line for the anchor position, to be honest, I'd never wanted the job in the first place. "I think you have the wrong person," I said. The man who had his mouth agate (revealing his buckteeth in all its yellow glory) gave me the creeps as I didn't have a clue if he was going to steal my wallet or punch me across the face. Surveying the block, I found no spectators; I didn't want to be associated with this low-life. | |
| | | RedHerring The Misleading Monarch
Squad : Freeze SA Age : 60 Location : Tohjo Falls Posts : 1011 Join date : 2010-11-03
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Thu Oct 13, 2011 11:53 am | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold, frigid air.
As the distance between me and the city center shortened, I was beginning to feel better; quantitive loads of fresh air (fresh, compared to the stale poison that my home so humbly offered) soothed my dwelling woes. My relief was short lived though, since it was at that point I heard a grating female voice address me from behind.
"Cuellorojo, our interview was scheduled for this morning, and your presence was not presently present at that present time--" I then realized it was not a woman's voice, just Eupharia, our news broadcaster (whose voice sounded very much like a woman) "-- so 'splain yourself!"
I turned just in time to see him stumble across the kerb and fall flat upon his nose, obviously drunk; Cuellorojo... must have been another man in line for the anchor position, to be honest, I'd never wanted the job in the first place. "I think you have the wrong person," I said. The man who had his mouth agate (revealing his buckteeth in all its yellow glory) gave me the creeps as I didn't have a clue if he was going to steal my wallet or punch me across the face. Surveying the block, I found no spectators; I didn't want to be associated with this low-life. I released my Porygon and ordered it to use Tri Attack. | |
| | | Mac of All Trades The Forum Clown
Squad : Join ALL the squads! Age : 28 Location : Omnipresent Posts : 616 Join date : 2010-11-01
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:44 pm | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold, frigid air.
As the distance between me and the city center shortened, I was beginning to feel better; quantitive loads of fresh air (fresh, compared to the stale poison that my home so humbly offered) soothed my dwelling woes. My relief was short lived though, since it was at that point I heard a grating female voice address me from behind.
"Cuellorojo, our interview was scheduled for this morning, and your presence was not presently present at that present time--" I then realized it was not a woman's voice, just Eupharia, our news broadcaster (whose voice sounded very much like a woman) "-- so 'splain yourself!"
I turned just in time to see him stumble across the kerb and fall flat upon his nose, obviously drunk; Cuellorojo... must have been another man in line for the anchor position, to be honest, I'd never wanted the job in the first place. "I think you have the wrong person," I said. The man who had his mouth agate (revealing his buckteeth in all its yellow glory) gave me the creeps as I didn't have a clue if he was going to steal my wallet or punch me across the face. Surveying the block, I found no spectators; I didn't want to be associated with this low-life. I released my Porygon and ordered it to use Tri Attack. As the three beams representing the Elements came rushing out from Porygon's beak, I couldn't help but notice how they resembled Ketchup, Mustard, and Mayo...now I'm hungry | |
| | | RedHerring The Misleading Monarch
Squad : Freeze SA Age : 60 Location : Tohjo Falls Posts : 1011 Join date : 2010-11-03
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Sun Oct 16, 2011 10:46 pm | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold, frigid air.
As the distance between me and the city center shortened, I was beginning to feel better; quantitive loads of fresh air (fresh, compared to the stale poison that my home so humbly offered) soothed my dwelling woes. My relief was short lived though, since it was at that point I heard a grating female voice address me from behind.
"Cuellorojo, our interview was scheduled for this morning, and your presence was not presently present at that present time--" I then realized it was not a woman's voice, just Eupharia, our news broadcaster (whose voice sounded very much like a woman) "-- so 'splain yourself!"
I turned just in time to see him stumble across the kerb and fall flat upon his nose, obviously drunk; Cuellorojo... must have been another man in line for the anchor position, to be honest, I'd never wanted the job in the first place. "I think you have the wrong person," I said. The man who had his mouth agate (revealing his buckteeth in all its yellow glory) gave me the creeps as I didn't have a clue if he was going to steal my wallet or punch me across the face. Surveying the block, I found no spectators; I didn't want to be associated with this low-life. I released my Porygon and ordered it to use Tri Attack. As the three beams representing the Elements came rushing out from Porygon's beak, I couldn't help but notice how they resembled Ketchup, Mustard, and Mayo...now I'm hungry.
Dismissing my strange train of thought, I continued on down the street unsure of what I should do next. | |
| | | Eupharia The Ninetailed Scot
Squad : Flame SL Age : 31 Location : Scotland Posts : 540 Join date : 2010-11-02
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Mon Oct 17, 2011 4:38 am | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold, frigid air.
As the distance between me and the city center shortened, I was beginning to feel better; quantitive loads of fresh air (fresh, compared to the stale poison that my home so humbly offered) soothed my dwelling woes. My relief was short lived though, since it was at that point I heard a grating female voice address me from behind.
"Cuellorojo, our interview was scheduled for this morning, and your presence was not presently present at that present time--" I then realized it was not a woman's voice, just Eupharia, our news broadcaster (whose voice sounded very much like a woman) "-- so 'splain yourself!"
I turned just in time to see him stumble across the kerb and fall flat upon his nose, obviously drunk; Cuellorojo... must have been another man in line for the anchor position, to be honest, I'd never wanted the job in the first place. "I think you have the wrong person," I said. The man who had his mouth agate (revealing his buckteeth in all its yellow glory) gave me the creeps as I didn't have a clue if he was going to steal my wallet or punch me across the face. Surveying the block, I found no spectators; I didn't want to be associated with this low-life. I released my Porygon and ordered it to use Tri Attack. As the three beams representing the Elements came rushing out from Porygon's beak, I couldn't help but notice how they resembled Ketchup, Mustard, and Mayo...now I'm hungry.
Dismissing my strange train of thought, I continued on down the street unsure of what I should do next. Driven hastily down the street by desires for a toasty pepperoni pizza with the all-too sumptuous stringy mozzarella cheese, I'd forgotten about my Porygon; it just sat there - watching my figure shrink into the distance - making that Porygon noise. | |
| | | RedHerring The Misleading Monarch
Squad : Freeze SA Age : 60 Location : Tohjo Falls Posts : 1011 Join date : 2010-11-03
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Mon Oct 17, 2011 10:24 am | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold, frigid air.
As the distance between me and the city center shortened, I was beginning to feel better; quantitive loads of fresh air (fresh, compared to the stale poison that my home so humbly offered) soothed my dwelling woes. My relief was short lived though, since it was at that point I heard a grating female voice address me from behind.
"Cuellorojo, our interview was scheduled for this morning, and your presence was not presently present at that present time--" I then realized it was not a woman's voice, just Eupharia, our news broadcaster (whose voice sounded very much like a woman) "-- so 'splain yourself!"
I turned just in time to see him stumble across the kerb and fall flat upon his nose, obviously drunk; Cuellorojo... must have been another man in line for the anchor position, to be honest, I'd never wanted the job in the first place. "I think you have the wrong person," I said. The man who had his mouth agate (revealing his buckteeth in all its yellow glory) gave me the creeps as I didn't have a clue if he was going to steal my wallet or punch me across the face. Surveying the block, I found no spectators; I didn't want to be associated with this low-life. I released my Porygon and ordered it to use Tri Attack. As the three beams representing the Elements came rushing out from Porygon's beak, I couldn't help but notice how they resembled Ketchup, Mustard, and Mayo...now I'm hungry.
Dismissing my strange train of thought, I continued on down the street unsure of what I should do next. Driven hastily down the street by desires for a toasty pepperoni pizza with the all-too sumptuous stringy mozzarella cheese, I'd forgotten about my Porygon; it just sat there - watching my figure shrink into the distance - making that Porygon noise. I wasn't terribly worried about it however, since it was rather independent and would show back up after it had finished doing whatever Porygon do when they aren't being watched. | |
| | | Eupharia The Ninetailed Scot
Squad : Flame SL Age : 31 Location : Scotland Posts : 540 Join date : 2010-11-02
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Tue Oct 18, 2011 4:14 am | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold, frigid air.
As the distance between me and the city center shortened, I was beginning to feel better; quantitive loads of fresh air (fresh, compared to the stale poison that my home so humbly offered) soothed my dwelling woes. My relief was short lived though, since it was at that point I heard a grating female voice address me from behind.
"Cuellorojo, our interview was scheduled for this morning, and your presence was not presently present at that present time--" I then realized it was not a woman's voice, just Eupharia, our news broadcaster (whose voice sounded very much like a woman) "-- so 'splain yourself!"
I turned just in time to see him stumble across the kerb and fall flat upon his nose, obviously drunk; Cuellorojo... must have been another man in line for the anchor position, to be honest, I'd never wanted the job in the first place. "I think you have the wrong person," I said. The man who had his mouth agate (revealing his buckteeth in all its yellow glory) gave me the creeps as I didn't have a clue if he was going to steal my wallet or punch me across the face. Surveying the block, I found no spectators; I didn't want to be associated with this low-life. I released my Porygon and ordered it to use Tri Attack. As the three beams representing the Elements came rushing out from Porygon's beak, I couldn't help but notice how they resembled Ketchup, Mustard, and Mayo...now I'm hungry.
Dismissing my strange train of thought, I continued on down the street unsure of what I should do next. Driven hastily down the street by desires for a toasty pepperoni pizza with the all-too sumptuous stringy mozzarella cheese, I'd forgotten about my Porygon; it just sat there - watching my figure shrink into the distance - making that Porygon noise. I wasn't terribly worried about it however, since it was rather independent and would show back up after it had finished doing whatever Porygon do when they aren't being watched.
As I walked past countless restaurants and cafes, I couldn't help but look in at all the food, at least until I heard a faint whistle blow; bounding round the corner, a man in his twenties thrust a pokeball into my grasp and took off, three growlithe and an exhausted Jenny cornered next, in pursuit. | |
| | | RedHerring The Misleading Monarch
Squad : Freeze SA Age : 60 Location : Tohjo Falls Posts : 1011 Join date : 2010-11-03
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Tue Oct 18, 2011 9:45 am | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold, frigid air.
As the distance between me and the city center shortened, I was beginning to feel better; quantitive loads of fresh air (fresh, compared to the stale poison that my home so humbly offered) soothed my dwelling woes. My relief was short lived though, since it was at that point I heard a grating female voice address me from behind.
"Cuellorojo, our interview was scheduled for this morning, and your presence was not presently present at that present time--" I then realized it was not a woman's voice, just Eupharia, our news broadcaster (whose voice sounded very much like a woman) "-- so 'splain yourself!"
I turned just in time to see him stumble across the kerb and fall flat upon his nose, obviously drunk; Cuellorojo... must have been another man in line for the anchor position, to be honest, I'd never wanted the job in the first place. "I think you have the wrong person," I said. The man who had his mouth agate (revealing his buckteeth in all its yellow glory) gave me the creeps as I didn't have a clue if he was going to steal my wallet or punch me across the face. Surveying the block, I found no spectators; I didn't want to be associated with this low-life. I released my Porygon and ordered it to use Tri Attack. As the three beams representing the Elements came rushing out from Porygon's beak, I couldn't help but notice how they resembled Ketchup, Mustard, and Mayo...now I'm hungry.
Dismissing my strange train of thought, I continued on down the street unsure of what I should do next. Driven hastily down the street by desires for a toasty pepperoni pizza with the all-too sumptuous stringy mozzarella cheese, I'd forgotten about my Porygon; it just sat there - watching my figure shrink into the distance - making that Porygon noise. I wasn't terribly worried about it however, since it was rather independent and would show back up after it had finished doing whatever Porygon do when they aren't being watched.
As I walked past countless restaurants and cafes, I couldn't help but look in at all the food, at least until I heard a faint whistle blow; bounding round the corner, a man in his twenties thrust a pokeball into my grasp and took off, three growlithe and an exhausted Jenny cornered next, in pursuit. Unsure of what to do next, I watched Jenny chase the men around another corner in the street. | |
| | | Eupharia The Ninetailed Scot
Squad : Flame SL Age : 31 Location : Scotland Posts : 540 Join date : 2010-11-02
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Wed Oct 19, 2011 12:17 pm | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold, frigid air.
As the distance between me and the city center shortened, I was beginning to feel better; quantitive loads of fresh air (fresh, compared to the stale poison that my home so humbly offered) soothed my dwelling woes. My relief was short lived though, since it was at that point I heard a grating female voice address me from behind.
"Cuellorojo, our interview was scheduled for this morning, and your presence was not presently present at that present time--" I then realized it was not a woman's voice, just Eupharia, our news broadcaster (whose voice sounded very much like a woman) "-- so 'splain yourself!"
I turned just in time to see him stumble across the kerb and fall flat upon his nose, obviously drunk; Cuellorojo... must have been another man in line for the anchor position, to be honest, I'd never wanted the job in the first place. "I think you have the wrong person," I said. The man who had his mouth agate (revealing his buckteeth in all its yellow glory) gave me the creeps as I didn't have a clue if he was going to steal my wallet or punch me across the face. Surveying the block, I found no spectators; I didn't want to be associated with this low-life. I released my Porygon and ordered it to use Tri Attack. As the three beams representing the Elements came rushing out from Porygon's beak, I couldn't help but notice how they resembled Ketchup, Mustard, and Mayo...now I'm hungry.
Dismissing my strange train of thought, I continued on down the street unsure of what I should do next. Driven hastily down the street by desires for a toasty pepperoni pizza with the all-too sumptuous stringy mozzarella cheese, I'd forgotten about my Porygon; it just sat there - watching my figure shrink into the distance - making that Porygon noise. I wasn't terribly worried about it however, since it was rather independent and would show back up after it had finished doing whatever Porygon do when they aren't being watched.
As I walked past countless restaurants and cafes, I couldn't help but look in at all the food, at least until I heard a faint whistle blow; bounding round the corner, a man in his twenties thrust a pokeball into my grasp and took off, three growlithe and an exhausted Jenny cornered next, in pursuit. Unsure of what to do next, I watched Jenny chase the men around another corner in the street. I turned to see a young couple through the cafe window, their glance was far too suggestive; like I had something to do with it. | |
| | | MicahelN The Peachy One
Squad : TD Forum Administrator Age : 31 Location : Pasadena, California Posts : 1177 Join date : 2010-10-31
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Sun Oct 23, 2011 12:05 pm | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold, frigid air.
As the distance between me and the city center shortened, I was beginning to feel better; quantitive loads of fresh air (fresh, compared to the stale poison that my home so humbly offered) soothed my dwelling woes. My relief was short lived though, since it was at that point I heard a grating female voice address me from behind.
"Cuellorojo, our interview was scheduled for this morning, and your presence was not presently present at that present time--" I then realized it was not a woman's voice, just Eupharia, our news broadcaster (whose voice sounded very much like a woman) "-- so 'splain yourself!"
I turned just in time to see him stumble across the kerb and fall flat upon his nose, obviously drunk; Cuellorojo... must have been another man in line for the anchor position, to be honest, I'd never wanted the job in the first place. "I think you have the wrong person," I said. The man who had his mouth agate (revealing his buckteeth in all its yellow glory) gave me the creeps as I didn't have a clue if he was going to steal my wallet or punch me across the face. Surveying the block, I found no spectators; I didn't want to be associated with this low-life. I released my Porygon and ordered it to use Tri Attack. As the three beams representing the Elements came rushing out from Porygon's beak, I couldn't help but notice how they resembled Ketchup, Mustard, and Mayo...now I'm hungry.
Dismissing my strange train of thought, I continued on down the street unsure of what I should do next. Driven hastily down the street by desires for a toasty pepperoni pizza with the all-too sumptuous stringy mozzarella cheese, I'd forgotten about my Porygon; it just sat there - watching my figure shrink into the distance - making that Porygon noise. I wasn't terribly worried about it however, since it was rather independent and would show back up after it had finished doing whatever Porygon do when they aren't being watched.
As I walked past countless restaurants and cafes, I couldn't help but look in at all the food, at least until I heard a faint whistle blow; bounding round the corner, a man in his twenties thrust a pokeball into my grasp and took off, three growlithe and an exhausted Jenny cornered next, in pursuit. Unsure of what to do next, I watched Jenny chase the men around another corner in the street. I turned to see a young couple through the cafe window, their glance was far too suggestive; like I had something to do with it. Their eyes would pierce my flesh were they the barbs of a Weedle; thankfully I managed to walk away without them following me. | |
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