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AMANDA : THE VAMPIRE DIARIES... THE NEXT EPISODE
16:52 Oct 15 2005
Times Read: 544

"EACH INCIDENT IS A CHEMICALLY GENERATED DELUSION. WE WERE BORN TO BECOME ZERO; ENJOY! EXECUTION AWAITS US ALL: --ANNONYMOUS



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(In the beggining continued...)



Looking to the dimly lit hall beyond the threshold, she felt her brow crinkle, a tense band of focus circling her cranium in a light throb of pressure like a halow.



With a yo yo in her left hand she skittered awkwardly forward. Pigtail braids twirled in her little fingers from the other tiny paw as she looked nervously this way and that. Nibbling quietly on the left corner of her lower lip, (the gloss was flavored strawberry,) she wondered whether the presence of the gloss --like that of a crusifix to a vampire-- might melt away any lurking zombies or fiends, any variation of evil dead clowns, left leg dragging behind them, an arm here, a finger there, crumbling off their dazed frames. The image in her mind was that of water to Dorothy's Wicked Witch, melting-melting...



Her Alice and wonderland-blue dress twirled at her ankles above shiny black open toed shoes that were to big for her. They were her mommy's. Mommy was the bestest; yup, she was. Happy-happy-joy-joy butterflies capered and dived through her belly as thoughts of her mom trip scribbled ghost like through her minds eye. Her belly all warm and fuzzy when she thinks of her daddy too, safe when she thinks of them. The thought itself a magical talisman, no harm can touch her.



Silver, now, sufficiently armed against all daemons and trolls under bridges, her magic mommy shoes and the rest settin' up for the kill! Bring it on! She thought, fear throbbing hard at the edges of her consciousness. Searching for boogie men, daemons, all manner of monsters and goblins, Silver moved tentatively toward the jarred door. The waiting threshold and the abominable scent, and then she placed it. Out in the hall... The scent pulling her... It was the fragrance of blood, lots of blood...



(Till the next episode...)



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AMANDA: THE VAMPIRE DIARIES... THE NEXT EPISODE
16:45 Oct 10 2005
Times Read: 555

"EACH INCIDENT IS A CHEMICALLY GENERATED DELUSION. WE WERE BORN TO BECOME ZERO. ENJOY... EXECUTION AWAITS US ALL." ---annoynous.



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(In the beggining continued...)



The door creaked and her teeth chattered.



Gooseflesh stippled her little arms.



She looked through. Suspision/fear sprang through her nerves, in dynamic contrast to the happy-happy-joy-joy character that sagged through the playroom. Chain clattered curious, lightly on the wood of the doorframe. The candyland sprawl of jumbo neon plastic toys beamed like pulsating light, or a lycanthrope's elliptical eyes in wobbling claustrophobic squalls from her surrounds.



Beside the picture windo, clowns and puppets hung in a swing, eyes and smiles now joyless and diabolical, when once they'd seemed to repel such themes like a silver pendent of the crusifixion would a vampire.



The girl, eight years old, in about two days, shuddered with a violence that no eight year old girl ever should.



Her name is Silver. A hypersensitivity in her nerves pumping hard with the blood gushing in her veins, somethings wrong, she thought. She knew it the way a shaman knew how to direct his underworld explorations, through some mysterious adept ability; only, she felt this element to be a burden rather than a gift.



She was determined with her eight year old heart and mind to force this ability to work to her advantage. Looking to the dimly lit hall beyond, she felt her brow crinkle, a tense band of focus circling her crainium in a light throb of pressure like a halo.



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Amanda: The Vampire Diaries...
06:45 Oct 08 2005
Times Read: 579




"Each incident is a chemically generated delusion. We were born to become zero. Enjoy... Execution awaits us all." --annonymous



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IN THE BEGINNING:



The girl trembled as a tense bitter fragrance sprawled in the air. She looked away to her right, pigtail braids swinging, from the incandescent blooms on the other side of the vast picture window in the east. The manicured garden complex of bridges, glistening waterfalls, rivers, temples and shrines near sculptures and tangled clusters of bright glowing growing things seemed to throb at the glass with maternal warmth.



Her eyes scanned the clusters of toys to the south, dolls houses and trycycles to the left near beanbag chairs and a scatter of board games from Milton Bradley. She caught the sight of a jewel-blue eye in a carnival mirror at the cross of a northern corner two feet away. Her heart buckled inexplicabbly; her breath snagged and she swallowed hard, a sour tast in her mouth. Her eyes, like flesh on a keen blade, dropped on the empty threshold.



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Amanda: The Vampire Diaries! Comming soon! Details click on the Necro Magi link @ http://www.necrocircus.net
18:00 Oct 06 2005
Times Read: 586