randomninja
I open my eyes and see blackness. there is little light comming in and from i see i don't like. i look around to a small crappy froom filled with nothing but the blanket i slept on and the scattered bottles and empty needles. i look beside me as some strange blonde gets up and takes the remaining cash from my wallet slips her clothes on and leave. i want to cry but i am beyond that i look around in hopes of a few drops but nothings left. nothing. i have really reached the pits now...
Hood drawn, and sword sheathed. He walks head down towards the dark looming cathedral. Nothng but the sound of his boots crunching in the thickening snow, and the clinking of his armour he walks forward. Bitter cold hitting his skin he is prepaired for his fate. Stopping infront of his door he lowers his hood and draws his blade holding it ready for what lays before him. Opening the door he enters.
Taking a brief scan over the stories and comments left by others. I am saddened to see that even after a changing of a the word of the day most comments that are left are almost identical left by the author the day before.
Comments revolving around sex, how boring life can be and just leaving the definiton. I admire the stories of orignality and seem to have a few I.Q points thrown into them.
This is more a plea if you will, asking others to stop writing shitty pornos, to stop writing out the def the words arn't that hard and im sure we can all work google and ffs go get some help boring lives are depressing.
Taking a brief scan over the stories and comments left by others. I am saddened to see that even after a changing of a the word of the day most comments that are left are almost identical left by the author the day before.
The crafstman slams his hammer down over the burning metal finly crafting it into a blade being made specificly for the king. Making this blade well will make him very wealthy and so he grinds the hammer down over and over the weapon. Dunking it inot the freeazing water and hearing the satisfying sizzle as the heat meets the cold he smiles to himself at all the beer he can want with the gold he will recieve.
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