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2006-01-10 SleepingDragon: Damn, that was some dream man. Too bad you had to wake up eh? 2006-01-10 Mister Saint: My luck is that it was Lilith Faire convention or something and they were actually coming to beat the crap out of me. ^^[Mister Saint]: 79.Contest Entries.100 Words Entry
Rating: 0.00 Uploaded by: Created: 2006-01-10 04:59:51 Keywords: Genre:AngstStyle:short storyLicense:Free for readingMy entry for [Emily]'s 100 Words contest.
Today we went a’wandering, and wonders came to me, ten starlit starlet ladies standing staunchly still like trees. Across the moonlit moor tread twenty sandaled feet, one hundred toes, ten pairs of those, with baskets bearing clothes. Their garments occupied white washed woven wicker crafts, stuffed inside wooden manual labor enhancers, not a piece upon an ass. Staring silently, stupidly, seeing so many lovely lasses swinging asses, euphoria, vertigo assailed, emulating beer goggles on Friday night. Following blindly, sprinting along, seeking revelation, prophecy mayhap, my ankle wrapped itself within thorny vine tendrils, forcing stumbling. Unconsciousnes