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Post by Crisis on Dec 13, 2007 20:21:08 GMT -7
Okay so this idea was borrowed from the story Grimm started on the Shade Board. We are going to tell a Shade Christmas story with all of us in it. The rules are simple. Anyone can participate. Please limit yourself to 2-4 sentences per post and you may only post again once two others have posted before you. You may also shift the main character as we go along. For example BarnCat saw Sid across the room. Sid gestured a slight wave... I'll start off, here we go..
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Post by Crisis on Dec 13, 2007 20:36:28 GMT -7
No other night brought out the best in him quite like Christmas Eve. He was more eagered this year than any other as he'd be spending this Christmas Eve with those he wanted to the most. He wasted no time as he dashed into the Byrendell Inn; fearing he was once again late. He entered the ballroom where the party had been setup, a smile grew upon him as he spotted a familiar face across the floor...
NEXT
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Post by RAIVEN on Dec 14, 2007 0:25:36 GMT -7
How long had it been since he had seen her, he wondered? Twenty years maybe? It seemed like a lifetime ago and it was. But the worst was the war. And it was during the first year of that war near Christmastime when he thought he had lost her. It was his worst Christmas ever he remembered. But this year would make up for all that; the pain, the worry, the hardships he had suffered.
He hobbled over to her as quickly as he could. The cane clacking on the littered wooden floor of the old inn.
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Dec 14, 2007 20:39:00 GMT -7
The candles glowed with the warm rosy light and smell of ginger, she allowed herself to slide into the sensation of being in that moment, but the clacking of the cane to her then became an intrusion to this perfect ambience. She pushed her mug aside and beckoned hesitantly for the old one to be seated.
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Post by Crisis on Dec 14, 2007 22:49:06 GMT -7
A bittersweet smile grew to his face as he took a seat beside her. Their eyes locking; studying the effect the waves of time played on each others' bodies. It had been over twenty years yet they barely aged physically, thanks be to Lord Chaos no doubt. She placed her hand on his, rubbing softly across the bruised knuckle she had know of. Smiling as the memories began to flow back between them, she said "General, you came..."
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Post by RAIVEN on Dec 15, 2007 1:50:21 GMT -7
Suddenly that day came back to him in a flood of memories. The day he was injured, the arrow hitting him in the thigh and piercing right through. He passed out immediatly from the pain and when he regained conciousness in the makeshift tent hospital later he was told that her village had been taken. No one was left alive. He thought he had lost her forever that day.
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Dec 15, 2007 4:41:24 GMT -7
Her eyes frozen over mirroring the icy drop in emotion in her soul. "Gone. All gone? BUt, there was so much there." It seemed impossible that so much in area, in memory, in her life could be taken in seemingly so short a time. He found himself scooting back even now, she'd never fully returned from that experience. When that village burnt down, a part of her died.
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