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Nguy4

Nguy4

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Hi, and welcome! :P .

Please feel free to call me *guy or N :D .

My style is an odd one, extremely odd, O_o so I hope it intrigues you more or less when you read my collection. I aim for depth and profoundness. I write for a purpose, a meaning, and I really truly hope that you search through those ambiguous fields. :)

So ask, seek, and knock through all of my shorts, or as I would like to call them, parables ^_^ .

Enjoy & thanks again.

21-Aug-2008 05:09:23 - Last edited on 10-Jan-2015 10:59:38 by Nguy4

Nguy4

Nguy4

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-~>>>Table of Contents<<<~-
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Page 1, Post 1 - Introduction.
Page 1, Post 2 - A Lapse in Judgment.
Page 1, Post 3 - YOU are here!!!
Page 1, Post 4 - Dead and Alive.
Page 1, Post 5- The Creature.
Page 1, Post 6 - Anointed One.
Page 1, Post 7 - A Life Tale.
Page 1, Post 8 - Existence.
Page 1, Post 9 - Black Gold.
Page 1, Post 10 - The Yesteryear of Tomorrow

Page 2, Post 1 -
Page 2, Post 2 - Names.
Page 2, Post 3 - E=mc².
Page 2, Post 4 - In Vino Veritas
Page 2, Post 5 - Broken Haiku of Life.

21-Aug-2008 05:09:33 - Last edited on 09-Jan-2011 23:12:04 by Nguy4

Nguy4

Nguy4

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The 100 word Story Contest pt2.
100 Word Format.
87 Points - Scored by Mod Tron.

-~Dead and Alive.~-
A flowing stream of torture slowly trickled down me.
Few droplets of cold water,
ripped my flesh like swift lightning.
Heart racing; sweat drenching
'till it plummeted to the floor.
How I wonder if hope was still more?
Five hundred billion knives pierced my tattered soul!
Each one, a flaming blaze,
ignited my petrified coal;
Burned to the dirt,
where I came.
Why am I alive,
when absolutely dead?


But,
when that feather of bliss,
that fleeting moment, of graceful white peace
gently brushed by my face.
I closed my eyes,
and fell asleep...
I am alive.

21-Aug-2008 05:09:33 - Last edited on 30-Nov-2008 18:39:16 by Nguy4

Nguy4

Nguy4

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Story Contest - The Challanges: Preliminaries.
300 Word Format.
88 Points - Scored by Mod Craddock.

-~The Creature~-
Its eyes opened for the first time and the creature glared scathingly at the world into which it had been created. It did not wonder who or what it was. All rational thoughts had been burned away by a searing and irrational rage.
The hideous monstrosity continued to squirm in its very intricate and yet, peculiar, way. Four slimed tentacles struck out like deformed, mutilated stems; swerving, swaying in a corrupted trance. Its gentle, calm breathing echoed into the stillness.
I was struck in awe. I could not contemplate why this was the world's burden of nature. How could I comprehend that misery had all started from this frail, disgusting, petrified sac of disgrace! Delicate; dangling it was. O how I could of killed - no, crushed - the single last gasping breath of its pitiful life! The oozing innards of blood red would slowly trickle down my murderous cold hands. I would savor the glorious moment when I spat at it!

Suddenly, the jolted movements of the abomination ceased.
A long eerie silence; impenetrable, lasting.
The beast would inevitably leave its watery bliss of comfort, choose to enter to its evil treachery, and begin its series of unfortunate events.
Ironic. It is. All life once made the same illogical choice...
Yet like all curious beings, it would ponder about many odd things that happen in the mystical realm of Runescape. Maybe to the point of wondering about itself, even asking the very profound question of -
"What does it mean to be human?"

21-Aug-2008 05:09:40 - Last edited on 04-Feb-2009 03:13:20 by Nguy4

Nguy4

Nguy4

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Story Contest - The Challanges: Quater Final.
50 Word Format.
89 Points - Scored by Mod Craddock.

-~Anointed One~-

An alchemist stood to watch

Three rings...
Ancient prophecies foretold the coming King -
Calm before the storm; unceasing -
Destiny!
Sir Vant staggered towards the three-headed tyrant and stood. With no armour -
Devoured; blood -
Triumph; His heel bruised, the Serpent's head crushed!

... and a Light
Where, O death, is your sting?

21-Aug-2008 05:09:41 - Last edited on 30-Nov-2008 18:39:47 by Nguy4

Nguy4

Nguy4

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Story Contest - The Challanges: Semi-Finals.
Split of 600 Words - Fairy Tale Format.
96 Points - Scored by Mod Craddock.

-~A Life Tale~-
wUnce opeN e tIm...
-en..n n ''; dOr-Ic cam fliEing inn wif dis Hug!!!!! red drAgenz n tHen make reinz wif \]wite scarei bAd teribl cloud n saVin dis love princes fro,m dis veri veri veri Bad man n he maGix n it went woooOosh! an n cloud go bAm! n.,, dO4rIc tumbl an dragenz turNny to whys veri stink oldy man en n litening hit * blood an kaBooM!!!! an hey fitey n irthcake hits.;' n mount fall n en bunni danc n hey xplod Bam!!! n en............ n VA.n,,Aka!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cam!!1 n -

n hey climby ups the rope of hair n flew of in a windy storm. Ere they saw brok wood an red shoes, weird yellow stone. dHey followd, into the darkness, into a house of bread ginger. Innside sleeped the wolf, wearing a dress. It rose, huffing, puffing. the beast ran to the beauty, an danced. Their i sat, eating an apple -

An I walked off iNto the silky daRk abyss, where the crystal balls sparKled into the canvas of night. I stOod; waited. My continuing strides folloWed into the dullness. Work, eat, and slEep; ork, t...


And bland buildings towered over me as I passed by them for the billionth time. My life tale.


But the ugly duckling hatched

And lived hAppily, ever after...
The End.

21-Aug-2008 05:09:41 - Last edited on 30-Nov-2008 18:40:00 by Nguy4

Nguy4

Nguy4

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Story Contest - The Challanges: Semi-Finals.
Split of 600 Words - Mystery Format.
89 Points - Scored by Mod Craddock.

-~Existence~-
The searing light penetrated into stillness.
The ever-changing, colorful strokes of above, hung upon nothing.
The rushing shores crushed against the flourishing mound.
The immense brightness seeped from two, where shining icicles roamed.
The tweeting of a distant bird and a gentle swishing of a fish echoed.
The soft plodding of bear and a triumphant roar from lion heard afar.
But came us.
Rest.

Robots are we, that roam Gielnor,
Wondering of the greatest mystery of all.


But day will come night,
and a whispering silence will drench.

21-Aug-2008 05:09:42 - Last edited on 30-Nov-2008 18:40:14 by Nguy4

Nguy4

Nguy4

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Story Contest - The Challanges: Semi-Finals.
Split of 600 Words - Western Format.
90 Points - Scored by Mod Craddock.

-~Black Gold~-
It was back in the olden days, when the skies were gray and the misty desert of sand thrashed many a raw skins. Yes sir, there came a time when we could not venture West no further; it was the pinnacle of our darn sodden era. That, good lad, is where it all changed...

A hunched over man gave view of several glasses. "Again, Edgar."
One sly shot of vodka slid across the polished wood, ending up into the clutched fingers.
"Thank you." His voice was harsh, yet so delicate. "Put it on my tab, Ed." He rose quietly as he quickly gulped his alcohol.
The bartender nodded reluctantly.
Then, two men exited at different paces.

The blazing sun poured its wrath upon the horses.

Both men got off, turned, and faced.

Dirt, blood, sweat.

"Tell me!" The man gave a punch.
Heath spat and smirked. "Long ago, the inevitable war was over coal. And further before that was spice. And still, before that was water.
Silence.
"Now, sir, the inevitable war will be for the control of this blazing world! Oil, son; bloody, black gold."
The man spoke, "Heath, you're even stupider than I thought."

Today, this place is now called Isafdar, home of the swamps.

21-Aug-2008 05:09:43 - Last edited on 03-May-2009 20:15:40 by Nguy4

Nguy4

Nguy4

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Story Contest - Themes: Preliminaries.
The Sound of Music: 300 Word and Music-Related Format.
90 Points - Scored by Mod Craddock.

-~The Yesteryear of Tomorrow~-

I feel a soft legato of pure bliss dangling lightly from white crystal, shimmering in perfect glory.
I feel an immense crescendo of thundering staccatos, crushing down with excruciating force.

I witness the sweet trills of heavenly money, and the tormenting ties of painful money.

I know the allegro/andante strokes of flourishing/dying love.

I am a goodevil man.



Every single day of my fulfillingpitiful life, I listen closely to the most amazingdisgusting instrument that I have ever heard. I reminisceforget the steady cadence of musical melody that has hummed a chilling note into mankind.


Yes, its the only tune that has been living, the only song to reflect the joysgrief of this place we call home...

The gentle beatings of a human heart.



It's a bittersweet symphony this life

21-Aug-2008 05:09:44 - Last edited on 30-Nov-2008 18:40:40 by Nguy4

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