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The Mushroom
Contributed by
playitforward
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Thursday, 7th November 2002 @ 07:00:00 PM in AEST
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Waiting in my room and looking, looking at my bedroom door. The wood with eyes is stareing at me, spread upon my bedroom floor, but not because of constant napping only kuz of constant tapping, tapping at my bedroom door.
When lyeing down the sound evades me, lyeing near the castle core, still there comes a louder tapping, tapping at my bedroom door. I stand and scream "Please sir depart, this tapping i can take no more"
speak the mushroom, never more.
Creaping to the door and twisting, spinning silver in my hand, in my mind assumptions listing,turning silver into sand. never shal i touch another prey to god its not my mother, Pupils open wide the door. eat the mushroom never more.
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Re: The Mushroom
(User Rating: 1 ) by OreO on
Thursday, 7th November 2002 @ 11:12:33 PM AEST (User
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Great write
very creative
Keep em' coming
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.
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