The "get to 1,000 pages before 12/31/12" thread

[OwlLover]

Why is it that I scream at my computer when it isn't fast enough?

 

[Ec_Prokta]

Save some pizza for me, please!

Polish: I do that too!

 

[luvinmychickens]

Hey Ec!

 

[OwlLover]

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Its goodto know I'm not the only one who does it

 

[luvinmychickens]

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I do that all the time! This darn computer.

 

[cravenchx]

Maybe too much candy makes us scream at
inanimate objects!

 

[OwlLover]

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Computers are animate. Their screen moves.

 

[luvinmychickens]

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But I didn't eat a lot of candy!

 

[Ec_Prokta]

“Why would they do such a thing?” Parivere Morningside, Princess of Castalia, ran through the murky stone streets of the capital, tears spilling out of her eyes. Carts full of various goods to be sold swerved through the streets, their drivers shouting and cursing at the disheivled princess. A flower pinned in her hair earlier that evening came undone and fluttered down, landing with a tiny splash in a dirty puddle, which was soon driven over by yet another cart. Parivere reached a corner, where one flickering streetlamp provided the only light against the dark night's rainstorm. She held onto it with a white glove and gasped for air as she brushed her curls with one hand. “How could they?” She spat out the words and leaned agains thte streetlamp, reflecting on what happened earlier that night.

Parivere stood in the center of a brightly illuminated room, grinning as all eyes were on her and her beautiful light pink gown, embroidered with scenes from history and sparkling jewels. Candles all across the lavish wooden room flickered brightly, and a fire in the corner crackled as a young servant boy poked it with one of the firepokers. The princess gracefully pranced to her father and smiled up at him like a little girl. “Good evening, Father.” The king barely looked up from his food, and merely nodded at her as he shoved another pastry into his gaping maw. Parivere held back a sigh and sat next to him at the high table, enjoying the admiring stares of the lesser royals. She glanced down at her food, which was exquisitely prepared, and looked back into the eyes of the king.

“Father, how were the negotiations with the Torre?” Parivere whispered into his ear as she brushed back a blonde curl from her eyes. She waited as he loudly chewed his food, and she wrinkled her nose quickly before he tilted his head over to her.

“The negotiations? Why, you shouldn't worry your pretty little head with those.” The king patted his daughter's head as he spoke with a light, airy voice that didn't quite seem to grasp the seriousness of the words coming out of his mouth. “Now, your fiance is by the table in the corner. Entertain him with your lovelyness, dear daughter!” He stood up and offered to take her hand, to which she merely sighed quietly and grasped it, his fat, hairy hand overtaking her delicate, thin one. She tried not to make a face at how smelly her father was; Did he forget his bath again? He slowly guided her to her fiance, stopping every few steps to entertain and chat with some royal that Parivere only barely knew. There was a duke, who wobbled constantly, and a duchess who shoved even more food into her face than the king, as surprising as it seemed. The faces all blended together as Parivere wearily, finally sat down next to her fiance in the all-too-hot corner of the ball room.

 

[<3ChickenForever]

Hey almost.. (SORTA) to 1,000!