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Small flakes of blossoming white fell from the dark and hazy sky. Their white periphery only sometimes contained the intrusive layer of burning red, markedly contumacious in its effrontic zeal. The snow fell upon the charred ground and blackening river, slowly mixing into the paludal water that no longer rushed along in its search for the sea. The dam of fallen trees which stemmed the river’s flow was aught but growing smaller as its tributaries hefted endless torrents of debris.
The great conglomeration of fires that razed and ravaged at the forest’s heart had already devoured the great pines of Asgarnia. It had demolished the villages; annihilated the forest life. The plumes of smoke erupting from its rampant flames burst into the surrounding sky, ostracizing any life braving its frontier. The carcasses littering the forest floor emanated a multitude of effluvium, only adding to the ful*ginous smog.
A lone hawk circled the ghastly remains, screeching out into the effulgent night. The inferno had devoured its nest and mate; the eggs laid – those not yet pillaged by the now exanimate – fried in the smoldering fire, gemmaceous fledglings immolated to the great fires of Nature’s fury.
The fish so long its sustenance had amassed along the river’s bank, slowly floating out as the river swelled. Long dead, the fish caused the repulsive waters to reek of smouldering flesh, wafting the noxious fetor into the arid surroundings. Solemnly, the hawk flew over this toxic wasteland, racing the inferno in its inexorable rate of desecration.

01-Mar-2009 18:30:14

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The hissing curse of the conflagration -- caused by the rubricating flakes as they fell upon the flames -- edged the hawk on as it absconded. Larger, atramentous flakes by now joined their white brethren, decorating the blotted, black sky with a leucosabilic dance, small embers floating idly down. These gliding bits of rubious tinsel floating from the heavens outlined the departing form of the hawk, so eager to be gone and on its way. Indeed, its frenzied wings’ erratic rhythm was a natural disturbance to the heinousness of the cataclysmic inferno.
Hungry, it had yet to fly over the sea of dying ***cine delicti, lethiferous poison to so many animals previous. It knew to fly on, to the way distant main, just past the blackened wizard’s tower and then past the great, white city of Falador, and past the hills of White Wolf Mountain. The fire, inexorable in its advances, had already destroyed all western Gilienor. Its daemonic flames had passed through to Zanaris, and to Purro-Purro. Even the Wilderness did not escape the tempestuous glare of the razing inferno; its already desolate landscape bore further testament to the blazing hell that had wrought itself upon the land.
The hawk knew it must try to outlast the crazed inferno, so alive in its unnatural ferocity. Appreciating the inevitable failure of its endeavors, the hawk still did fly on. Yet despite the hawk's vain attempts to outrun the daemonic fire did so very little to save itself from the human race.

01-Mar-2009 18:30:47

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“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Paul muttered, softly muffled in the dark and empty room. He stood up, and paced back and forth, his chair swirling when on one pass, Paul kicked it. Now stopped, Paul threw his fists against the back of his chair: “You have got to be KIDDING me!”
It had been fifteen months of work but *still* there were bugs. “Fifteen months of bloody work, and still nothing! ANDREW!” Paul yelled out, impatient for the imminent reunion. “Andrew! It’s crashed again!”
“It crashed? I fixed that last week, Paul,” a voice was heard to call back. The empty office echoed with the shouting match, and as the two voices echoed along the surrounding hallways, spreading throughout the building, a third voice was faintly heard, entreating some indiscernible thing.
“ANDREW!!” Paul called out again, turning from the desk and stomping a frenzied march over to the door whence the second voice came. Just as he opened the door, Paul saw a man rise from his own desk, facing away. He was fiddling with a large black and silver box, taller even than he.
“OI! What the hell are you doing?” Paul demanded of his brother, who jumped from his position at the box.
“I’m just checking the server. You said it crashed, so I wanted to be sure that it wasn’t the same problem as before. That last time cost me about a week of work, and it cost us both a hefty sum of money.” Andrew had again turned to face the server, and had begun administering a great series of tests to each of its ports.
“Well, save your ‘intelligence’ for later, Andrew. I need your help with something out there,” his brother responded, already walking back to his desk. “Fifteen months!! This quest is truly a task of the Devil,” Paul stated on his way back, frustrated by his umpteenth failure.

01-Mar-2009 18:31:32

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Andrew, hurriedly plugging the cords back into the massive server, softly mumbled to his brother a few words of little consolation. “Paul, this is the fiftieth quest: of course it’s going to be hard to make. I mean, look, you started with the goal of twenty fifth, and now you’re on to fiftieth. At least the company’s making progress.”
“Look, Andrew: I died. The whole plot’s messed up; I couldn’t even get Constant to survive the doppelgänger’s control! We need to fix it.”
[Disclaimer: The above two posts were from a story contest finale in which users were expected to continue a story written by someone previous. The inclosure of Paul and Andrew Gower as well as Constant Tedder was not of my choice.]

01-Mar-2009 18:32:28

Patriotic Br

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I come back after awhile to check your thread and the first word that hits my eyes—once again—is "compendium."
You make me chuckle, Yrolg, you really do. ;)
EDIT:
I noticed in another of your posts that you used "--" frequently. I'd like to let you know that the alt code for a dash is alt + 0151. Press that combo and you'll have your dash. :)
It may seem like a hassle at first, but you get really quick at it after about ten usages ... which I'm fairly certain you'll reach quickly.

A chortling bunny,

Patriotic Br

30-May-2009 05:29:05 - Last edited on 30-May-2009 05:32:12 by Patriotic Br

Yrolg

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Patriotic Br,
Hello. It's nice to see you wandering the forums again. I do not use the alt-codes because I write my stories on a notebook computer. This means that I have only an 'fn' num-pad, making the use of ASCII codes and Alt codes very tedious. Pressing the hyphen twice is a perfectly acceptable replacement for this time, in my opinion.
Should I write on a desktop, however, I'll be sure to use your suggestion.

30-May-2009 22:19:55

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There was once a time when all people stood straight,
Accepting the future; accepting their fate.
And whenever misfortune in their lives arose,
No tears would fall, for all hearts would then close.
Never had a notion so bold and so bland
As empathy ever found root in that land,
A notion, as this, they could aught but conceive,
But this would all change on one Wintumber Eve.
Alone in his chamber, his day so long through,
A fire he’d started—he heaved logs thereto,
When all of a sudden, he heard a great clout,
He shuttered from place, just to figure it out.
Out through the doorway, and into the hall,
He prudently checked it, and he checked it all.
But as he at last found his house was secure,
He heard such a sound as would cause this demure.
Further excursing into the deep night,
The man found a body—Alas! To his fright.
A woman it was, who the man seemed to know;
But because of his torpor, there was naught he could show.
It was hellishly hot, oh so terribly warm,
For this man so standing, tears fleeing by storm.
And the tears which so fled him as raindrops to sky,
Would not be suppressed, despite how he try.
And with thoughts in his mind of taking his life,
He once more looked down to his love and his wife,
And at seeing her covered with tears he’d just shed,
He hastily looked up, proclaiming her dead.
He returned to his chamber; plans of leaving this plane,
He’d be with his wife, with his love yet again!
When a knife stood to plunge out his heart so disownt,
A hand fell upon it, his wife begging, “Don’t!”

14-Jun-2009 02:41:06 - Last edited on 23-Dec-2009 18:48:31 by Yrolg

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