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Story ((about Collage girl, Barbies and Albatross « Thread Started on Sept 28, 2004, 10:53pm »
With eyes burning, the Albatrosses let out his mighty wings with effortless swoops across the renaissance setting. A girl sat on his mighty shoulders, her body rising and falling in time with the wing beats until the bird reached a point were he could glide. A group of feathers sat in her slender fingers as the Albatrosses flew on. Shipra’s silver orbs gazed over the sweeping landscape. The forest had not yet fallen into humans cruel grasp yet. She looked south, moutins framed by the light of the full [FISHY]n as stars hung like holes punched in a dark paper. Her endless pools then travled north, the last rays of the dying sun were reaching up, trying not to lose the battle between night and day. The girls thin face protruded from the ominous shadows of the night. Her silent grey eyes burned with a dying flame, almost seeming to glow with the nights darkness. Her face was trimmed with wild untamed locks of a deep brunette color. Her small rounded nose sat leading to her full lips. She had a nice forehead, not to long, but not to short. Her dark eyebrows were trimmed to look as though she was in eternal sadness, which only lead back to her eyes, longing for truth, longing for someone who cared. She was slender, a nice willow framed body with broad shoulders. She was clad in a soft cotton shirt that clung to her willow features. A brown leather belt was strapped into the embroidered belt loops of her long forest green [Shinobu's Favourite]ts of denim. Across her slopped shoulders was another 2 belts of leather, 2 double headed battle axes swung though loops. Magnificently carved blood channels lead down the blade, leading down to the handle. A ruby the size of a quarter hung there, blood channels skirted around it, finally finishing off in a spectacular show of swirls. The front of her x’d belts held a equally stunning array of short throwing daggers. The daggers stood like jewels against her plain clothes. Her duel nature was unknown to all. Her only savior was the night, were she could fly and run free with out any ones care or worry. For no one knew her at her pity American collage that her parents sent her to. Shipra was always different from the other kids, always along, always standing out. Her odd personally and unwillingness to talk led to everyone to think of her as an outcast, never to be fully excepted. She was always acting weird, not being able to talk some times but instead letting out muffled words as if she were trying to talk though wet sand. A howl in the middle of class sometimes slipped out. Oh why, why had she been stuck with this hellish curse. Lycanthrope, oh how the word haunted Ship every full [FISHY]n. Though, this was no thought, no hallucination of the truth, she grew ears and sprouted fur. Only her knew of this wrenched secret. The sickening feeling when she tried to keep her real self in. The pain and mental suffering of being an outcast, her life attitude was suffering from the torments of her fellow students. Her eyes clouded over with blank thoughts as the gentle glide stopped, snapping her back to the world. She looked down beneath the birds 40 foot wing s[Shinobu's Favourite] to see her small wooden shack there. She leaned forward, carful not to let her daggers stab her, she stroked the neck of the giant bird. “Tyu, hyik edold.” She whispered to the bird in a long forgotten language. Sliding down the crouched bird, her bare feet hit the forest ground below. As soon as they landed, the bird was off. Shipra’s saddened orbs watch the massive form of the bird fly off, covering the [FISHY]nlight like a lampshade. She turned away from the sight of the bird and walked slowly towards her wood haven. Away from the teasing and tormenting. Her slender fingers adorned with scuffed broken nails opened the door to the 1 room house. She pulled out flint and tender and lite a small stick on fire, using it as a match to lit her candles. The rooms had nothing to them, no wall hanging, picturers, decorations what so ever. All that was in the room was a over stuffed chair and couch. Though, under the squeaking floor boards lyes her only way of entertainment and joy, Barbies. This forbidden thing was taken from the human realm , slowly, but surly. Mounds of Barbies lay at the bottom of her pit. Her slender figure plopped lazy on her worn couch. Her fingers lingered on pits of cotton batting that was coming out of the back of the couch. That was all she was, a simple collage girl who collected Barbies that changes from a woman to a wolf. Yes, if only it was that simple for her. She lead nothing but a life of hard ships, almost being kicked out of school for bitting someone. Oh the sweet sickening world. Her sad eyes became shut out as her eyes fluttered into the deep forbidding world of slumber. Her troubled dreams left her tossing and turning on the dirt brown couch. She flung her arm over her head, swatting away and invisible fly, not knowing, knocking over a candle. The flame licked and tasted the wood floor, soon bringing flame to the whole half of the house. With a large creak, a heavy oak beam fell, blocking the door and only window. Shipra, waking up from the sudden noise, looking around wildy. The door was on fire, she was being circled in, trapped in a blaze of demons. Her pain stricken face bleed with sweet sweet sweat. This was the end, the end of it all, the end of torment, the end of all the hate. She realized this. She took a final gaze down to her precise Barbies, then, with head held high, walked into the flames. The licked and played around her empty soul as she walked, but she felt no pain, no burn effected her goddess like skin. For now she knew, she was not dreaming, she was the one being dreamed.
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Re: Story ((about Collage girl, Barbies and Albatr « Reply #1 on Sept 28, 2004, 10:55pm »
Sorry about the Barbies, my crazy history teacher told us to write a one to two page story about a Collage girl who collects Barbies and we got extra credit if we used Albatrosses. Pathic I know.
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Re: Story ((about Collage girl, Barbies and Albatr « Reply #2 on Oct 11, 2004, 10:59am »
Hey, why not. Nicely surreal, yet lacking a little on the SPaG (Spelling, Punctuation and Grammar) side. The last line is good, but the last paragraph not as much.
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Re: Story ((about Collage girl, Barbies and Albatr « Reply #3 on Nov 18, 2004, 5:19pm »
I know about the spelling and what not, I did this really really late at night before it was due >< stupid teacher. I also know I skimmed on the last paragraph, we got a F if it was over 2 paragraphs, so I condested it alittle, which only would lead to a very bad last paragraph.
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