Knocks in three on the open door disturbs still air. Enter a boy with curly pale
gold hair and clad in a short-sleeved gray T-shirt with a fairly noticeable Old
Navy logo in the front. Towards Dion, sitting down on the bed, this other soul
can already perceive a common ways of thought...
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Gaze on a lower bed free of belongings unlike the others. Dion walks towards it
and calls a wordless 'dibs' on the crummy set of white sheets and pillows. His
mother in front of him, out of sheer coincidence, actually decides that he can have
that bed. The roll-on luggage is placed next...
As the grand line of asphalt takes a very wide left curve, there, in the distance,
creeping closer and closer, is a road. Less paved and covered well in leaves. The
journey is almost at an end. Every yard passed marks the adventure waiting to
happen, at least to what the mother hopes...
Behind the trees and behind the stones
A boy changes in flesh and bones
A hunger let loose at moon's command
To bring wrath onto preys is its demand
Fright and fury within one poor soul
Bound by a curse in a life never whole
Whisper not of the tale meant to dread
For the boy with a...
I will. But do realize that I am not only role-playing on this site but others as well. Thus, swift and immediate well-worthy replies are a privilege that I currently do not have. Once I have given others what I owe them, I shall offer my contribution to ours with the finest brush stroke.
Five to ten, since they were mostly single-paragraph format, if not all of them.
Whether said quantity format is done by me or my fellow author.
Back when I was very active on MySpace in my earliest days as a role-player.
I have no boundaries, really ..I am extremely adaptable, even within verses that I have little to no knowledge of. Or never thought to consider in the first place. My only 'pet peeve' is when my fellow painter progressively lacks the conviction to really stroke the brushes of his or her own...
Also, how did thou thought of the reference to "Zombieland"? ;) Truth be told, I sincerely thought it would be in bad taste as I have been significantly painting my words with the palpable garnish of the ancient. But then I considered, "Meh. It could work." :P
And third but not the least, let thine imagination run wild. It will serve us wondrously in the distant auspicious ever-expanding future. One may never now the plot twists that may occur that brings joy-squealing moments for us. :3 Believe me that I understand, for I am involved a Mass Effect...