Firis
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DREAM (MY RETURNING GLORY!!!!!!)
I havent posted in a while (blame Xbox Live) so I am starting my return WITH AVENGANCE!!!
I sit on my throne my robe fully sown, reading a book about a pirate named Hook. Out the window in the corner of my eye a weird figure do I spy. I set the bookmark I look up high, is the figure there? No and nigh. I look away and cough astray "Just my imagination." I reassuringly say. I continue to read and then I spy by the pumpkin seed the figure still watching me. Looking up filled with spite "Cut that out!" I yell with might, jumping up towards the door to meet the stalker "Its just a tree." I reassure walking away I hear a knock upon the oak, I turn, I hope. I open the door yet nothings there now frightened I ask "Whos there?" with no answer and prickly hair I close the door, lock and run to the bathroom door, my legs are sore I close the door and lock again lay on the floor to catch my breath. A knock comes now "Who is it?!" I fright "Its me!" it said with sarcastic spite. Question not answered I cower in fear "Who are you and why are you here?" I reply, no answer nothing appears, I wipe my tears. No more noise through the night I look under the door seam, then I wake up: it was just a bad dream...
No more chocolate this late for me...
I havent posted in a while (blame Xbox Live) so I am starting my return WITH AVENGANCE!!!
I sit on my throne my robe fully sown, reading a book about a pirate named Hook. Out the window in the corner of my eye a weird figure do I spy. I set the bookmark I look up high, is the figure there? No and nigh. I look away and cough astray "Just my imagination." I reassuringly say. I continue to read and then I spy by the pumpkin seed the figure still watching me. Looking up filled with spite "Cut that out!" I yell with might, jumping up towards the door to meet the stalker "Its just a tree." I reassure walking away I hear a knock upon the oak, I turn, I hope. I open the door yet nothings there now frightened I ask "Whos there?" with no answer and prickly hair I close the door, lock and run to the bathroom door, my legs are sore I close the door and lock again lay on the floor to catch my breath. A knock comes now "Who is it?!" I fright "Its me!" it said with sarcastic spite. Question not answered I cower in fear "Who are you and why are you here?" I reply, no answer nothing appears, I wipe my tears. No more noise through the night I look under the door seam, then I wake up: it was just a bad dream...
No more chocolate this late for me...
