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2007-05-26 Ash: 'He's freakin' kissing her!' I used a more livid version in my comic. Nice job with it. I loved how you put paladin and vampires in it, I was just working on my D&D campaign and both those are in it. 2007-05-26 bloody kisses: *giggles* I'm trying, at first I had 'army crawl' but with the genre it didn't seem right, so I changed it. Was hoping it didn't sound stupid ^.^[bloody kisses]: 558.Contest Entries.Writin
Rating: 0.00 Uploaded by: Created: 2007-05-25 21:02:09Keywords: Ugh. Okay riddle me this: My lover is below that hill trying to make his moves on some two-cent prostitute. Why am I just disgusted? I mean, here I stand upon this stupid hill – okay, so I’m not standing, is it really that bad that I had to paladin-crawl my way up here? – watching my love, my friend, my future, and my past make out with some random find-me-at-a-b
Alright, so I might have kind’a accidentally taken my dagger across his shoulder blade after a fight the other night, but hey! It’s not my fault! If you’re a freakin’ mortal you don’t call an immortal – a vampire at that! – a slutty whore. Nope. Doesn’t work as well as he might have thought it through possibly, but you don’t call me anything with the words slut or whore.
Okay so what if I have a temper problem…oh, oh, oh the stupid prick. He’s kissing her! He just rolled over that pink flower, closing the space between them, and he put his lips to hers. He freakin’ kissed her! Oooooooohhhh that really steams me! There he is, sticking his tongue in some skank’s throat when he could have me! I’m a beaty, my strawberry blonde with loving, warm copper eyes – when I’m not pissed off – and she’s…she’s….n
Alright, so maybe I’m a bit abusive, and maybe I tried to turn him into a vampire at one point in time. But, seeing this from his point of view it might be better this way, but this is my life that I’m talking about right now. He’s not going to mess this much up for me!
Lying in the summer grass, the feeling, the emotion, just welling up inside me. So what if she’s my sister? She’s beautiful, more beautiful than that rude ex-girlfriend who won’t get it through her head that I broke up with her two years ago. Oh Jesus, Aleia is still stalking me after all this time. What the hell, Margeri is only my half sister.
Caught by surprise by such familiar lips, not familiarly touching mine, I twine my fingers through his thick black hair, a burning lust starting in my stomach and spreading up to meet his lips. I press his body against mine, wondering what would cause this, and then all too sudden, remembering half brother or no, this is still a little weird.
Forcing him back a bit I begin to catch my breath once more, regaining my composure all the same. Looking at me with worried, sorrowful gleaming brown eyes, I counter him with my thoughts and he seems to make sense. So be it or not, his stalker lies just over the hill to the east, and with her lays lust that I have never before imagined. Vampire or no she loves him greatly. Though, I must say, she is a bit psychotic.
[5/25/07]