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Rat at the festivalKenlar loved the mid-summer festival for many reasons. He loved the smell of roasting Pekun Nuts seeping in through the window from the stalls in the street below. He loved the sound of the music which radiated from the bands found on almost every street corner, and he especially loved the sound of coins jangling in the wallets of rich folk who were too drunk or too naive to watch them. Stepping out from the shade of an alley way into the blistering sun, Kenlar smiled happily at the weight of today’s takings in his pocket. He knew he should be heading to a safe house to deposit his haul, but his recent successes hRat at the festival
by ~PieScribbles
Pokemon Fan Fic 22 – Can’t catch them at all!Pokemon Fan Fic 2
Two trainers and two Pokemon walked along the main street under the midday sun, crossing the road and turning left at a crossroads. “So, tell me about your family.” Stacey asked Cory as they started up the path which led to route 202. “Where to start…” Cory said scratching his head, “Well, my dad, Brian, used to be a Pokemon ranger but he retired last year to come and live on Solaris Island with us. My mum, Jacqueline is a Pokemon professor. My brother Jake is at Pokemon Ranger HQ training to be a Pokemon Ranger an
by ~PieScribbles
Colours1 The handle turned and the door creaked open eerily to show a decent sized room filled with canvases and boxes. The boy took a deep breath and stepped across the threshold. The boy’s name was Timothy Ashworth; he lived in a quiet street with his mum, Alice, his five year old dog Barney, and up until two years ago his father Steve Ashworth. The Ashworths’ had lived a happy quiet life, Alice was an author and Steve was an artist. They always spent time together, walks along the beach with Barney, camping trips, fishing trips and more. They were a very close family, which made StevColours
by ~PieScribbles
Knife in the darkRunning through the shadows.Knife in the dark
Window opens.
Body drops.
Feet pad.
Door opens,
Hide.
Danger passes,
Padding once more.
Out through the open door,
Down the corridor,
Up the stairs.
Rich man lies asleep in bed,
Dreaming of expensive things in his head,
Not knowing death is at his door.
Handle turns.
Body moves.
Knife is drawn.
Throat is slit.
Blood splatters.
Escape.
by ~PieScribbles
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I think it was a really good pic!
Hope theres more to come from you
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'The human face
is an empty power, a
field of death
after countless thousands of years
that the human face has spoken
and breathed
one still has the impression
that it hasn't even begun to
say what it is and what it knows.' - Antonin Artaud
once again, no worries about the Comment... Just you get part two up there before people start getting restless. XD
College sucks
Actually, I started to write part two but I need to get it finished, its called 'Can't catch them at all!' just to wet your appetite
Oh and before i go, did you add me on MSN?
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'The human face
is an empty power, a
field of death
after countless thousands of years
that the human face has spoken
and breathed
one still has the impression
that it hasn't even begun to
say what it is and what it knows.' - Antonin Artaud
sorry dude I shoulda asked ya first
I shall look forward to talking to you
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'The human face
is an empty power, a
field of death
after countless thousands of years
that the human face has spoken
and breathed
one still has the impression
that it hasn't even begun to
say what it is and what it knows.' - Antonin Artaud
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'The human face
is an empty power, a
field of death
after countless thousands of years
that the human face has spoken
and breathed
one still has the impression
that it hasn't even begun to
say what it is and what it knows.' - Antonin Artaud
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