Stories...all Kinds

[Pamela]

Well I am very tiny...4'11...and less than 100 lbs!

[Spitfire]

lol.. im like double you... (if 100lbs does infact = 45kg :unsure: )

[Pamela]

That doesnt surprise me..lol...as I stare at your belt buckle...mmm nice design!...craning head wwwaaaayyyy up!!! Oh...there you are!~smiles`

[Soldier]

wat?? 4'11? thats insane! im 14 and im like 5'4 and im considered short

[Pamela]

LOL...When it came time for that growth spurt you are supposed to get....someone seems to have stolen mine!!!I never GOT the damn thing!!~sheesh~ I am ssssoooo short and small!....I have some more stories to post...unless any of you would like to step up and help out??



See what you think of this one




The Watcher

Out into the night ran the lost soul of the watcher. Never had he before seen such as sight as that which had awaited him upon his arrival. Nothing could compare to the rashness in which the people had been slaughtered. Each before the eyes of the one before. One by one they were sentenced to death by the stranger that had come by all of a sudden to proclaim his right. The right to kill any and anyone he wished. They all belonged to the Keeper he had said and sent them to him.

The watcher remembered every detail, for he was there.... The sly grin that had spread across the man's lips as he took his knife in one hand and a fist full of hair in the other. Laughing at the feel of the razor sharp blade pulling along the skin around the neck of his victims. Delighting at the look of terror in the expressions of the onlookers who were forced to watch what their own fate would soon be like.

They did not try to escape, they knew it was futile. Although the doors had not been bolted shut they knew there was no way out. This man was the devil himself, and he would find them wherever they went. He had a lock on their spirits and would hunt them down if they fled. They did not leave, nor did they attack for that was as useless as anything. The Devil himself was their captive.
Running and running, he had managed to leave the lights of the town behind. Ear piercing screams filled the night as the other people of the small town stumbled upon the remains of the victims of the Devil. What he was retreating from he did not know. Why had he done as he did? He slowed his pace as he continued onward, looking forward to arriving at the next town. He was far enough away from the village that he now only heard one sound as he cleared the hill. The clanging of his knife, on his side as he walked...

[TNTPaladin]

WOW ! You are really good !

If i could make 3d movies like Blizzard's diablo II movies, I would have loved to make a little game intro, using your descriptions.

Your language is soo good, I had the whole picture painted in my head !

You should really consider a job as a game storyline writer, I suggest you copyright those stories before someone sells them for big bucks !

[Pamela]

:jawdrop:You are serious??...I never thought they were as good as what I read in books! ...I dont know how to copyright! ...But you did make my day!!*hugs*

[TNTPaladin]

*hugs back*

Has anyone seen that new playstation 2 ad, Fun Anyone?

Thats the coolest commercial i've seen, its soo massive, i like how it really looks there is actually that many people.

[Pamela]

No! Not yet anyway.....now you have me all curious!

[Pamela]

This is something I wrote recently...I hope you like it! ~smiles~

The Service

Stepping into the clearing from the mist swirling around her feet, the woman paused. Lightly touching the bark of the massive, gnarled tree standing next to her, she prepared for the service she had been chosen for..

The oak was ancient, and wrapped in the dark embrace of the night….it towered over the clearing…as if the forest were subjects to be ruled. As long as the woman could remember…creatures such as herself, had served the Tree. The dawns light would soon chase away the shadows of the night…as it would cast the morning glow upon the leaves and branches of this magical tree she served.

The Service , being only for the turning of a season…was near to an end for her, sadness tinged her thoughts, as she prepared to greet the Tree.

Quietly she watched the morning come…the light breaking over this tree she served…that had been her life and love for the past year. A shocking sight then caught her attention…WILT…grey ,black ….and creeping …this insidious sickness had woven its way through some of the branches overnight! The woman recoiled as if struck…”How could this have happened!” she thought to herself. Never in the history of her order in The Service , could she recall any such occurrence. The very existence of life , as she knew it , was now in jeopardy , leaving the woman’s mind reeling! ….to be continued….

[Soldier]

thats great when will it be "continued?

[Mystic]

WOW :jumpy: ur really talented pam :bigwave: :jawdrop: :hug:

[Pamela]

Thanks guys!*hugs*...here is a continuation...

*The Service..so many centuries old....was created to protect the LIGHT from the DARK....and the creatures of the DARK were held at bay...by the magic of this tree alone! Sinking to her knees..the woman looked up at this magical..powerful tree...and a grip of dread took hold of her heart...

She knew....that if this tree perished...so would all that walked the path of LIGHT...The demons would break through the barrier the tree protected......being held captive and away from there chosen prey
All the pent up rage from the centuries ...their hate had grown hot..the demons lusted after death and torment more so now than when they had been enclosed in this great dark void...maintained solely by the magic of the tree!

The tree was DYING!...the woman lapsed into soft weeping for a moment....not yet fully able to comprehend the magnitude of this situation....despeate to understand...she silently pondered in her mind...^I know not what to do...this has never happened^ Drying her tears...she rose...and spoke the words of greeting...as she had done every morning ...when a branch of the tree softly touched her...Startled....the woman then remained very still...as a voice spoke to her mind....asking......to be continued

[Tichondrius_87]

damn the suspense!!!! continue it woman! continue it!!!

[Snake_is_back]

lolz nice story

[Juke]

My Story. It's real

one Day i woke up to my Girl firend Screamin. I ran Down Stares to see what was wrong. And she pointed at my dog. He was shot in the Stomich. Blood going all over the floor. THen I Said Come here girl " she barked" and her intestanst fell on the floor. SO I took her out back and Chained her up. Went in the house Got the 9mm and shot her. ( this happin Last night) ----it was a instant kill---

[Zak]

ummm....sure, ur dogs intestinants fell out so you got ur 9mm (and how old r u....12?) and then you shout the dog.....thats bull $hit

[Tichondrius_87]

also... you must have failed every spelling test you ever took. intestinest? YOU need to be shot.

[Juke]

how ocme evrey noe amkes ufn of me. I psell ujst eprfect

[Tichondrius_87]

sure... you spell great. if you were a dislexic. (wait... is that spelled right?)

i could only barely make out what the hell you were saying.