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LOVE IT!!
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
It’s a whole lot of adorable nothing. I’m fascinated. If you publish it, I’ll buy it. 🙂
Wait. I was- oof!
*A muffled voice comes from my snow fort*
A counter attack….Yes…
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@highscribeofaetherium @ellette-giselle
Thanks.
@highscribe
Is the Protection Squad still watching me?
Don’t ask why I’m asking
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Oh you have made a grave mistake! I will summon the largest snow pile that you have EVER SEEN! I WILL DESTROY YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS AND ALL THAT YOU LOVE! (except any pets/animals) And then once you are left in the cold white ash I have left behind… ONLY THEN will I say the words that fix EVERYTHING!!!!
“It was just a prank bro… Stop being so dramatic!!!!” (Lol. I amn’t serious!)
Highscribe and @ellette-giselle I WILL SUMMON ENOUGH SNOW TO MAKE SCHOOLS CANCELED!!! MWA HA HA HA HA. 🫴🫳🤌🫳🫴🫸🫴🫶🌨️🌨️🌨️🌨️❄️❄️❄️⚪️⚪️⚪️💨💨💨💨🌨️🌨️🌨️🌨️
(you think your insane now?)
"This sleeping child you're holding, is the great I AM!"-Mary did you know
*Runs away flailing my arms* Okay okay I wrote the words!! Just don’t kill me!! *Ducks behind an igloo*
I would post them, but it’s traumatic backstory stuff and there’s no way anyone has a more traumatic scene written on KP, so I politely decline myself. XD
Whaley inspired it, so credit to her.
Wait how?
“Everything is a mountain”
It looks like I got snowballed a total of 3 times so here we go with my newest creation – a play.
I won’t include the introductory material or speech tags in the word count
Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you all Scene 1 of The Tragedie of Chester Smith.
Dramatis Personae
ChorusChester Smith
Constance, His Sister
Eliza, His Wife
Charles, His Eldest Son
James, His Son
Beth, His Eldest Daughter
Mary, His Daughter
Anne, His Daughter
Reader of the Will
Simon, Head of HOA
Act the First
Scene 1 – The Will-Reading RoomChorus: Good people, hear our play. We have before you set the sorry tale of him, the man who much did gain, and quickly lost again. But do not let our message, gained quicker than his wealth, depart from you as fast as gold from Chester Smith.
Chester: Sister Constance, our mother’s death has deeply troubled me. My children will never see more of her than her tombstone.
Constance: I also, Brother Chester, am grieved. Never again will we all sit, elbow to elbow, around her gathered card tables and jostle each other, as we used to do at her apartment every Thanksgiving.
Chester: It is a great loss indeed. My wife will likely have to enlarge her washing loads, now that I no longer can rely on Mother for mine.
Cons: Hush! The Reader of the Will approaches!
Ches: We had better be compensated for being deprived of Mother’s presence. [The Reader ascends the podium, facing the audience. The Chorus, Chester, and Constance sit on chairs with their backs to the audience.]
Reader: Silence, all. The will of Helena Smith will be read. Dated July 24, 2016. I hereby testify that this is my last will and testament. I leave to my eldest, Constance Jones, my apartment and property, including mortgages, furniture, etc. To my youngest, Chester Smith, I leave a sum of two hundred fifty thousand dollars. The remainder of my possessions–
Ches: Huzzah! Hooray! I’m rich! At last, fortune has come, and I am rich!
Reader: Hush, young scoundrel! I haven’t finished!
Ches: I don’t care a pin for you or your stuffy old will, you’ve already read the important part. Home, and away! There is much to be done! [He Exits.]
Cons: I apologize for my brother. But I hope there’ll be some money for me when I come to visit!
Chorus: Let you be wise in how you spend, O Chester, and his sister true. [Exeunt.]
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I’ll upload it as I get hit with snowballs
Fire in the hole! @ellette-giselle💥⚪💨@whalekeeper💥⚪💨 @the-ducktator💥⚪💨 @liberty💥⚪💨 @esther-c💥⚪💨 @highscribeofaetherium💥⚪💨
*ducks behind snow fort and begins building a catapult*
I ❤️ Debating Theology
I ❤️ Family Heritage
I ❤️ MedievalsY’all better watch out when tagging me, I’ve got sixteen snowballs
Wait, make that eighteen snowballs.
“Everything is a mountain”
Oh gracious. I don’t even know what to write.
Bother.
Shadows drifted above the rafters. Daithí crouched among them, eyes and ears open on the room below.
Wolves. Hideous monsters. They sat around a splintered table with cups of tea and harsh laughter. Let them have their fun. Daithí muttered a curse. His mother would have boxed his ears for it, but she wasn’t here. He cursed again.
The door swung open to admit another officer. His swirling red cloak brought Daithí’s paw to his dirk, but no. He was here for information, not blood. He would be patient.
The fox settled back on his heels, cool amber eyes locked on his target.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkI’m a Wisconsinite. I’m immune to snow. All that was just me being dramatic hehe.
*puts you on my revenge list*
o.O
A donation has been made in your name to the Human Fund: Money for People.
I have two snowballs and no clue who to hit so…
@keilah-h @elishavet-pidyon *snowballs fly*First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkOk, here’s my dues.
“Be still, luv.” Her shepherd’s hands were soft from his many years tending sheep. He washed the cuts on her face with a gentleness that brought tears to her eyes.
“Aiche…”
“I know.” He looked away, jaw tight. Ellie swallowed.
“She made me.”
“It will grow back. For now, I am just glad you escaped.” He smoothed her tangled locks until it fell to her mid-back. The length made her feel like a small child again, before her hair had brushed the floor behind her. Even before she had met Aiche, the shepherd with a sword, her best friend.
Now I have four snowballs. Hmmm….
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Ooof! That hit me out of nowhere. XD
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Wait how?
You mentioned in Fantasy/Modern School AU RP that Alpha needed an emotional support dog. Don’t worry, Alpha will be getting some puppies but Nahim gets Bear 🙂
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Bwahaha
(Ooo, I know what story that was!)
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork
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