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| Scrublord | Oct 1 2009, 02:02 PM Post #16 |
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Father Pellegrini
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Are any of you able to read my story? If you're not, I'll post it in sections. But be patient--it's 40 pages long! |
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My Projects: The Neozoic Redux Valhalla--Take Three! The Big One Deviantart Account: http://elsqiubbonator.deviantart.com In the end, the best advice I could give you would be to do your project in a way that feels natural to you, rather than trying to imitate some geek with a laptop in Colorado. --Heteromorph | |
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| Iowanic | Oct 5 2009, 02:42 AM Post #17 |
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Adult
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"The Wilds Of Zeta." Part 8. Hey; he'd climbed in a prairie-loft before. And the plus's outweighed the negatives; anyone could see that. And he wouldn't be up there that long... he was sure of that. In fact; the sooner the better. He kept his binos about his neck and slung his rifle and was out of the blind and heading toward the loft's core/trunk in moments. The loft towered over him and it got darker seemingly with every step. A couple hundred feet and he was where a vine-root was close enough to the ground to be reached. The vine was black and smooth as a garden hose; there were gaps, nooks making the vines seem vaguely like chains. They could be climbed and Snookeroo tightened the rifle sling up snug across his back; spit on his hands mostly as show and surplus enthusiasm and took to hand-over-handing up into the loft. Snook was so intent on what was above; it never registered how high up he was till he reached the branch the vine swung from. He had to explore with his hands a bit but he was off the vine and standing atop branch. Branches; more truthfully. the branches were twist together; in size from as thin as a pencil to thicker then a man's leg. Wrapped together....braided; Snook came to; spreading out from the core but also down; vine-roots grew down from the branches; acting like guy-wires. They allowed a loft to grow outwards for better then a couple thousand feet. And they grew up: shoots much thinner then the vines but closer set together came forth from topside the branches. A couple yards above a braid-branch they fostered little fins; leaves and the greenery was sharp and dark and you couldn't see far that way; the upperstory of prairie-loft was it's own world. We aint in Kansas no more, Snook told himself and began picking his way thru the closely set green; wary of where he put his feet and had to more then once untangle the binos from snaring shoots. It took maybe 5 minutes and it seemed longer; having to concentrate so and when he finally saw the set he wanted; a place just perfect to lie down at and spy below; he realized just how high up he was. 40 feet, he reckoned; all that. It was exhilarating to look down....just a single slip, he thought. A mere step the wrong way.....well. No ambulance out here! He'd have to crawl to the satellite phone he'd left at the blind. That's if he was able to do anything at all. Enough! We gotta move! It was nearly all pitch down there now: it'd be illegal to hunt before long. Unhappy with the thought, he tried to hurry to the choosen spot and... Was falling. He cried out and clutched at anything around; his hands finding nothing. Up lurched the ground; the cimmon-tinted soil: falling, falling; hell; this was gonna hurt; damn this was gonna hurt, damn.... Something clamped onto his left ankle and jerked back fit to pull the whole appendage from his pelvis. He slammed his eyes shut and waited for blackness.... Pray, you idiot! Pray! One never knows the moment of their death....pray! He did....and was struck dumb that he was able to. Why was he still awake; alive? He opened his eyes and could look upwards...or rather; up and back towards his feet. He hadn't hit the ground. He could see his left ankle; green as background to the vine-root that was entangled with it. Snugged into one of those little root-nooks, it was: barely. He was upside down; dangling lord knew how many feet over.... he'd have to climb back up. He didn't figure this would be easy or comforting. He paused; despite all; just to set there; swaying: wishing somehow he could start over and be smart and not do really, really dumb stuff.... Something hissed. Something below. Snook; heart beginning to pound; looked down. It was 20 feet to the play of shadows below. And the skuda peering up at him. |
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| Iowanic | Dec 17 2010, 03:57 AM Post #18 |
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Guess I didn't finish this, did I? |
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