Wednesday, January 18, 2006


taken from : by Nocturnal Silhouette

She was waiting for him in the grove, her tall body only a silhouette amongst the tall trees, her form outlined vaguely in an ethereal silver mist from the full moon nestled safely within a broad blanket of darkness. The thick trees, barren, their abundant canopies of leaves scattered around their roots in a mantle of decay, stood solidly next to her, the naked branches high, reaching into the night, like ghostly claws, hauntingly immortalized forever, never to grasp whatever it was that the wooden claws were searching for.

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am i the only one who finds this style of writing extremely irritating?

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all i want is to stay sane and not commit homicide before the sem is over.