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| Soggy Lunch; (P) Chess!! | |
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| Topic Started: Fri Jan 15, 2010 10:51 pm (171 Views) | |
| Silias | Fri Jan 15, 2010 10:51 pm Post #1 |
 
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Silias slid gently down a thick column of an old library. He was tired, hungry, and not in the best mood, and the people around this area where perpetually in the same mood. The sun hid behind a heavy mask of clouds, and rain froze almost as soon as it hit the ground. A fox sat in his hood, using it as a hammock, its fur was scruffy and dirty. "This is what we get for coming here." said the boy, "Dirty, hungry, helpless." he spoke quietly, sadly, full of tiredness. He reached the bottom of the column, and slid on the icy ground. He slid toward a small shelter, a tiny crevice between two collapsed buildings, big enough for a small child to fit through. He squeezed into the gap, and came into a small room with a fire glowing in the middle. The ground was warm and made of dark dirt. He slid over to the fire, and pulled out a sla of hard bread, and began his makeshift lunch. |
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