Post by Yukino Haruno on Apr 13, 2008 11:29:35 GMT -5
Night, the time when all living creatures give up the world to nothing. The stars glistened in the night, for there were no clouds and all was still. At the park the wind whistled through the trees and grass, a silent night indeed, "not a thing stirring not even a mouse." Just then a huge shadow swept through the park fallowed by a gigantic wind.
The figure moved through the sky as if there was no such thing as gravity. He whisked around town, and finally landed with a thump on a large spike at the top of a dome. The dome was built on top of a gigantic skyscraper. At this height he could see all the city buildings and the suburbs a bit further off.
The man smiled, his white teeth flashing victory. With a cold sigh he spoke."Ahhh, I love night, it is the time when the beings of earth give up their rule to me. That is when I am truly alive." He spoke as though whispering yet, making his voice travel very far.
"Nothing binds me at night, not money, not work, and especially those over pompous men." He frowned as he said this. His golden eyes growing dim, the white hair standing on ends. Then he smiled the golden eyes glowing even in the dark.
"Yet I have to say I love their women." He muttered to himself.
He shot up standing straight with an odd look on his face.
"I am talking to myself again." He closed his eyes and shook his head as he rubbed his face with his hand.
"I really have to stop doing that, I seem like a crazy maniac. I mean what am I doing standing at the top of a skyscraper." His voice increasing with every word. He stopped as if being frozen in place, exactly like a Greek statue. The man shook his head.
"Axcell, go home." The man said, his muscles hardening over aggravation. His bulky muscles were so big they almost tore through his shirt.
"Dammit!" he shouted.
His knees bent and he propelled through the night.
"Back to Italy." He said to himself. "Shit! Stop talking to yourself. Fuck!!" His voice becoming dimmer as he disappeared in the night.
Night, when all creatures give up the rule of earth to one Rebmevon. His destiny is great and far ahead. They say "not a thing stirred (in the night)... not even a mouse," but one thing does the king of the night.
NO COLIN FAIL
"Ha!!" the voice shouts as a bulky fist slams into the punching bag.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Hiyeeah!!" As his last punch slams into the bag, it flies right off the chain into the wall behind it. Sweat trickles down his damp white hair.
"A good work out." Arcere smiles. He sighs then claps his hands as his body swings to the ground. Up and down his arms push him. Each time he goes up his body goes into the air and he claps his hands. Then his muscular arms catch him before he hits the ground.
There comes a knock on the door and Arcere stops in mid air.
"Yes!?" he calls
"It's me!" comes a feminine voice from behind the door.
[Oh goody lunch just knocked on my door.] Arcere thought his golden eyes flaring in hunger and excitement.
He walked to the door and there stood a beautiful Blondie. She wore a school girl shirt with a very short skirt. In one finger she held her bra. He smiled at her. She jumped on him and started ravishing his body. He smiled greedily and closed the door. He placed her body against the door and ripped open her shirt. Her boobs poping out, she gasped for pure joy of the excitement. He dug his face into her breasts and she moaned in pleasure.
That evening he stood on the roof of his apartment, enjoying a 35 year old vodka. He loved Venice, all the fresh women, but something was annoying him. A group called the government had just found their way into Italy. He had gone to the Americas to investigate this but nothing had come up. Only a whisper sung in his mind that there was something he had overlooked. [There must be someone there who knows more about these Government people than I do.] He got up and shook his head. If anything more happened he would try again. He went back into the house to take another taste of the blue eyed Italian. His white teeth flashed.
COLIN PLEASE REDO THIS POST.....LIKE ALL OF IT....PLEASE....FOR THE SAKE OF ALL OF US...
The figure moved through the sky as if there was no such thing as gravity. He whisked around town, and finally landed with a thump on a large spike at the top of a dome. The dome was built on top of a gigantic skyscraper. At this height he could see all the city buildings and the suburbs a bit further off.
The man smiled, his white teeth flashing victory. With a cold sigh he spoke."Ahhh, I love night, it is the time when the beings of earth give up their rule to me. That is when I am truly alive." He spoke as though whispering yet, making his voice travel very far.
"Nothing binds me at night, not money, not work, and especially those over pompous men." He frowned as he said this. His golden eyes growing dim, the white hair standing on ends. Then he smiled the golden eyes glowing even in the dark.
"Yet I have to say I love their women." He muttered to himself.
He shot up standing straight with an odd look on his face.
"I am talking to myself again." He closed his eyes and shook his head as he rubbed his face with his hand.
"I really have to stop doing that, I seem like a crazy maniac. I mean what am I doing standing at the top of a skyscraper." His voice increasing with every word. He stopped as if being frozen in place, exactly like a Greek statue. The man shook his head.
"Axcell, go home." The man said, his muscles hardening over aggravation. His bulky muscles were so big they almost tore through his shirt.
"Dammit!" he shouted.
His knees bent and he propelled through the night.
"Back to Italy." He said to himself. "Shit! Stop talking to yourself. Fuck!!" His voice becoming dimmer as he disappeared in the night.
Night, when all creatures give up the rule of earth to one Rebmevon. His destiny is great and far ahead. They say "not a thing stirred (in the night)... not even a mouse," but one thing does the king of the night.
NO COLIN FAIL
"Ha!!" the voice shouts as a bulky fist slams into the punching bag.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Hiyeeah!!" As his last punch slams into the bag, it flies right off the chain into the wall behind it. Sweat trickles down his damp white hair.
"A good work out." Arcere smiles. He sighs then claps his hands as his body swings to the ground. Up and down his arms push him. Each time he goes up his body goes into the air and he claps his hands. Then his muscular arms catch him before he hits the ground.
There comes a knock on the door and Arcere stops in mid air.
"Yes!?" he calls
"It's me!" comes a feminine voice from behind the door.
[Oh goody lunch just knocked on my door.] Arcere thought his golden eyes flaring in hunger and excitement.
He walked to the door and there stood a beautiful Blondie. She wore a school girl shirt with a very short skirt. In one finger she held her bra. He smiled at her. She jumped on him and started ravishing his body. He smiled greedily and closed the door. He placed her body against the door and ripped open her shirt. Her boobs poping out, she gasped for pure joy of the excitement. He dug his face into her breasts and she moaned in pleasure.
That evening he stood on the roof of his apartment, enjoying a 35 year old vodka. He loved Venice, all the fresh women, but something was annoying him. A group called the government had just found their way into Italy. He had gone to the Americas to investigate this but nothing had come up. Only a whisper sung in his mind that there was something he had overlooked. [There must be someone there who knows more about these Government people than I do.] He got up and shook his head. If anything more happened he would try again. He went back into the house to take another taste of the blue eyed Italian. His white teeth flashed.
COLIN PLEASE REDO THIS POST.....LIKE ALL OF IT....PLEASE....FOR THE SAKE OF ALL OF US...