X-Mas Anons
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Of course we are here
So you do not need to fear
And my love it seems you dressed up just for me
Why else would you look so tantalising and sexy?
I'll run my fingers along the exposed skin
Perhaps slowly dip them in...
The look on your face is all that I need
To let me know I can continue with my wicked deed
You look so good writhing around covered in sweat
I can treat you so well, my beautiful pet
So tell me, don't I get you begging and screaming for more?
You know me so well and those are the sounds I adore
Scream my name my love and shout it well
For we both know you are under my spell
- The Rose Prince
So you do not need to fear
And my love it seems you dressed up just for me
Why else would you look so tantalising and sexy?
I'll run my fingers along the exposed skin
Perhaps slowly dip them in...
The look on your face is all that I need
To let me know I can continue with my wicked deed
You look so good writhing around covered in sweat
I can treat you so well, my beautiful pet
So tell me, don't I get you begging and screaming for more?
You know me so well and those are the sounds I adore
Scream my name my love and shout it well
For we both know you are under my spell
- The Rose Prince
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I hope you're not broken, miss;
To not know me, you should wish.
My Mummy killed me on Christmas last;
You had smiled at me, in the past.
You smiled at a little boy, down the lane -
One that you never saw again.
Did you wonder why I'd disappeared?
Or did you give no thought, and only sneer?
I remember your smile, before my death;
I saw it in my last even breath.
It was the light that guided me here;
It guided me back to all I held dear.
I was alone, on Christmas night...
Alone and forgotten, but in plain sight.
Mummy slung my body up in a tree,
So many passed, but didn't see me.
So now I'm watching you, from up above,
Watching you 'til you find love.
I don't want to see someone, with a smile so bright,
Feel alone, like I did, on that last Christmas night.
Thank you, so much, for giving me hope;
I remembered your smile as she pulled on the rope.
~The Broken
To not know me, you should wish.
My Mummy killed me on Christmas last;
You had smiled at me, in the past.
You smiled at a little boy, down the lane -
One that you never saw again.
Did you wonder why I'd disappeared?
Or did you give no thought, and only sneer?
I remember your smile, before my death;
I saw it in my last even breath.
It was the light that guided me here;
It guided me back to all I held dear.
I was alone, on Christmas night...
Alone and forgotten, but in plain sight.
Mummy slung my body up in a tree,
So many passed, but didn't see me.
So now I'm watching you, from up above,
Watching you 'til you find love.
I don't want to see someone, with a smile so bright,
Feel alone, like I did, on that last Christmas night.
Thank you, so much, for giving me hope;
I remembered your smile as she pulled on the rope.
~The Broken
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along the country lane you walk
enjoying yourself as you talk
To a dream dressed all in white
a fanciful little sprite.
together you stroll through the snow
singing carols as you go
sending the snow swirling into the air
as you have fun without care
with a giggle she spins you around
keeping you from the snowy ground
&thank you for helping me find my prince
I haven&t seen him since
well we have been busy I fear
but now I want to see him near
so thank you my friend
for helping me hunt down what he may send
I&m sure if I follow his trail
we can find him with out fail.
and for you a gift
for giving me a lift.
and May I say
making this the best day
~Whimsical Fantasy
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Drink me in, it'd bring me such pleasure.
To dive inside your broken shell of life,
can you feel me inside you? Squeezing your heart with warm fire.
I'm but a forgotten face, that marveled at your beauty.
Are you really so broken, as to let me in?
I want to heal, mend, and take you.
The holidays are oh so lovely when stained with your tears.
Don't worry, your blood shan't go to waste.
So, drink me in and breath out fire from deep within your lungs.
I live to see you scorched by my liquid flame.
Snow tainted red will follow you home after you've let me in.
Drink me, drink me, you know you will.
Enjoy the pain, enjoy the thrill.
Merry Christmas sweet broken sister.
~Valde Eir
To dive inside your broken shell of life,
can you feel me inside you? Squeezing your heart with warm fire.
I'm but a forgotten face, that marveled at your beauty.
Are you really so broken, as to let me in?
I want to heal, mend, and take you.
The holidays are oh so lovely when stained with your tears.
Don't worry, your blood shan't go to waste.
So, drink me in and breath out fire from deep within your lungs.
I live to see you scorched by my liquid flame.
Snow tainted red will follow you home after you've let me in.
Drink me, drink me, you know you will.
Enjoy the pain, enjoy the thrill.
Merry Christmas sweet broken sister.
~Valde Eir
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Christmas is approaching. You and everyone around you is bustling with excitement as the season approaches. You are out gift shopping when you notice a small shop on the corner with some old jazz playing. You here the words:
He'll come a callin when the snows the most
When all you cats are sleepin warm as toast.
and as you get closer you see the door ajar. You knock enter in on a blonde haired man with a steaming cup of hot chocolate in front of him, tapping his fingers and toes to the music as he reads the newspaper. You blush slightly when you realize that this is his home, not some store. You mutter apologies and turn to leave but the man catches up with you. Please, his smile is warm and welcoming. Stay for awhile. You obviously have a nice ear since the music has called you here. He pushes the hot chocolate toward the other side of the table. Besides. I am ready made you hot chocolate.
-Sven the Psionic
He'll come a callin when the snows the most
When all you cats are sleepin warm as toast.
and as you get closer you see the door ajar. You knock enter in on a blonde haired man with a steaming cup of hot chocolate in front of him, tapping his fingers and toes to the music as he reads the newspaper. You blush slightly when you realize that this is his home, not some store. You mutter apologies and turn to leave but the man catches up with you. Please, his smile is warm and welcoming. Stay for awhile. You obviously have a nice ear since the music has called you here. He pushes the hot chocolate toward the other side of the table. Besides. I am ready made you hot chocolate.
-Sven the Psionic
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&I'm Mister White Christmas
I'm Mister Snow
I'm Mister Icicle
I'm Mister Ten Below
Friends call me Snow Miser
What ever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch
I'm too much!&
~ The Estranged Professor
I'm Mister Snow
I'm Mister Icicle
I'm Mister Ten Below
Friends call me Snow Miser
What ever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch
I'm too much!&
~ The Estranged Professor
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While running about spreading cheer this holiday season, the postwoman catches you, handing you an invitation to a Christmas masquerade this evening. Excited for the invite, you rush home, finding a sparkling black dress and matching mask before getting prepared and heading out.
At the ball, you discover many friends have been invited, some you recognize right away while others it takes a moment to notice who they are. You enjoy the night, talking and dancing with friends, tasting the holiday drinks and treats, and dancing with anyone who asks you.
After awhile, you decide you need a break and slip out to the balcony. The snowy skies have cleared for a moment, revealing countless shimmering stars in the sky. You remember the strange magic they seemed to possess last christmas season and, on a whim, close your eyes and make a wish.
A gentle breeze picks up, caressing your hair and cheek softly. It brings a rich voice to your ear, whispering softly, &Merry Christmas.& You open your eyes, immediately noticing something glowing on the railing of the balcony. Innocently sitting there is a gift, glowing softly with a shimmering starlight.
You look around for who left it, but the only hint is traces of stardust in the air.
~The Starlight Prince
At the ball, you discover many friends have been invited, some you recognize right away while others it takes a moment to notice who they are. You enjoy the night, talking and dancing with friends, tasting the holiday drinks and treats, and dancing with anyone who asks you.
After awhile, you decide you need a break and slip out to the balcony. The snowy skies have cleared for a moment, revealing countless shimmering stars in the sky. You remember the strange magic they seemed to possess last christmas season and, on a whim, close your eyes and make a wish.
A gentle breeze picks up, caressing your hair and cheek softly. It brings a rich voice to your ear, whispering softly, &Merry Christmas.& You open your eyes, immediately noticing something glowing on the railing of the balcony. Innocently sitting there is a gift, glowing softly with a shimmering starlight.
You look around for who left it, but the only hint is traces of stardust in the air.
~The Starlight Prince
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Magikarp used splash!
Nothing happened!
...I swear I will kill you all when I evolve!
~The Worthless Pokemon
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Message: What is winter without some warm Dapper?
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Happily takes the exp share
This is the first act of kindness I have ever received...
Would you like to rule the world with me?
~The Worthless Pokemon
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This year Watson has decided to take it upon himself to make sure that I 'Get into the Christmas Spirit', whatever that is. So I suppose you may as well have this, Madam (It's from Watson's room, hopefully now he shall leave me in peace)
Yours faithfully,
Sherlock Holmes
Yours faithfully,
Sherlock Holmes
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It was the holiday season... or, rather, it is the holiday season.
You found yourself at the local small convenience store, getting yourself a bit of a nighttime snack. The store itself was over-decorated quite a lot, and christmas music rang back in forth through your ears as you walked around.
Ornament and white-light decorated christmas and fern-colored garland draped the normally boring, eggshell white walls, leading to a Christmas tree in a usually empty, dirt corner of the building. It was somewhat nice, and really got you into the spirit of things. The christmas tree was covered with tinsel of all different colors, the ceiling lights reflecting off of them, creating a very colorful affect around the plant. Ornaments of bulbs, picture frames of workers, and other little common christmas tree decorations hung from the pine branches.
As you filled up your coffee cup with a hot cuppa' joe, you began to whistle to 'Rudolph the red nosed reindeer', which had just come on the speakers from the corners of the room. You smiled to yourself, grabbing an apple pie tastykake, heading over to the counter.
You payed for your snack with a smile, wishing the cashier a 'merry christmas, and happy holidays,' and went on your merry little way home.
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Just as you had made your way out of the parking lot of the convenience store, you saw a stranger walking toward you on the same side of the empty road. No cars were in sight, but the asphalt was still lightened by lamp posts lining the vacant streets.
As the two of you neared crossing paths, you saw that the person was a woman-- and she had something in her arms. It looked like a box...
a few steps later, your suspicions were proven correct, as it all became visible.
She was a very, very pretty woman, who looked to be in her mid-twenties. Locks of brown hair protruded out of the bottom of her winter cap, draping neatly over her shoulders in a beautiful way. Her eyes were a cobalt blue, and they twinkled in the light of the lamp post.
She huddled the box close to her, and looked right into your eyes when you two were only a few feet apart.
Suddenly, she stopped, holding out the present with a sweet smile.
Before you could say even a 'thank you', she kept walking down the street, her gloved hands then stuffed into her pockets.
Startled, you still didn't continue walking. You looked down at the new present, and on it was a white sticker that read:
' Hristos se rodi, Serbia~ '
You found yourself at the local small convenience store, getting yourself a bit of a nighttime snack. The store itself was over-decorated quite a lot, and christmas music rang back in forth through your ears as you walked around.
Ornament and white-light decorated christmas and fern-colored garland draped the normally boring, eggshell white walls, leading to a Christmas tree in a usually empty, dirt corner of the building. It was somewhat nice, and really got you into the spirit of things. The christmas tree was covered with tinsel of all different colors, the ceiling lights reflecting off of them, creating a very colorful affect around the plant. Ornaments of bulbs, picture frames of workers, and other little common christmas tree decorations hung from the pine branches.
As you filled up your coffee cup with a hot cuppa' joe, you began to whistle to 'Rudolph the red nosed reindeer', which had just come on the speakers from the corners of the room. You smiled to yourself, grabbing an apple pie tastykake, heading over to the counter.
You payed for your snack with a smile, wishing the cashier a 'merry christmas, and happy holidays,' and went on your merry little way home.
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Just as you had made your way out of the parking lot of the convenience store, you saw a stranger walking toward you on the same side of the empty road. No cars were in sight, but the asphalt was still lightened by lamp posts lining the vacant streets.
As the two of you neared crossing paths, you saw that the person was a woman-- and she had something in her arms. It looked like a box...
a few steps later, your suspicions were proven correct, as it all became visible.
She was a very, very pretty woman, who looked to be in her mid-twenties. Locks of brown hair protruded out of the bottom of her winter cap, draping neatly over her shoulders in a beautiful way. Her eyes were a cobalt blue, and they twinkled in the light of the lamp post.
She huddled the box close to her, and looked right into your eyes when you two were only a few feet apart.
Suddenly, she stopped, holding out the present with a sweet smile.
Before you could say even a 'thank you', she kept walking down the street, her gloved hands then stuffed into her pockets.
Startled, you still didn't continue walking. You looked down at the new present, and on it was a white sticker that read:
' Hristos se rodi, Serbia~ '
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Does your name imply that you are a sister who is broken, or you have a sister that is broken, dearie? Either way, that is simply tragic~ I hope this gift can mend the broken~ Merry Christmas! ~The Wingless Dove
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H-hewwo, miss!
Miss, I dwew you!
~Le Cute but Crappy
Miss, I dwew you!
~Le Cute but Crappy
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Sister, darling, a broken record I've been.
I've tried to get through to you just what I mean.
But I can't show you by words alone.
Not even in a simple poem.
Even so, I have to try.
Just a pleasure to my eye.
Yet so kind, and with such heart.
Dazzling red eyes, mind so smart.
And though I'm still Silly on this holiday...
I shall give you this, to light your way.
~Silly Sender
I've tried to get through to you just what I mean.
But I can't show you by words alone.
Not even in a simple poem.
Even so, I have to try.
Just a pleasure to my eye.
Yet so kind, and with such heart.
Dazzling red eyes, mind so smart.
And though I'm still Silly on this holiday...
I shall give you this, to light your way.
~Silly Sender
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You are walking around caroling at houses when you decide to trump up a very large hill. Out of the corner of your eye you see a mischievous Gaians push a very large snowball-''boulder'' at you. You freeze in mute horror as it comes barreling at you. You hear, ''LOOK OUT! '' and you feel yourself get pushed to safety. In the midst of all the chaos, you turn just in time to see a young man with chestnut color hair get flattened into the snow. The snowball rolls on by and you help the young man up. He stands shakily and it turns out he is very tall. He looks at you with ethereal teal eyes and says, ''Are y-you alright? '' You nod and he smiles and blushes saying ''G-Good! '' There is the sound of a large crash. You look to see the giant snowball has hit a tree. You look back at the young man to see that he is gone. Sitting in the snow is a slightly squashed gift with light blue wrapping and a white bow. You pick it up to find it is covered in a crystal dust. Its tag reads, ''I may not be able to fix my own heart, but at least I can fix yours.''
~Arron the Lythcol Mechanic
~Arron the Lythcol Mechanic
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standing on a street corner alone in the fog every day passed on bye, sits a little girl dressed all in rags. Each day she tries to sell her flowers, watching Gaian&s rich and poor hurry past her without a word. And so fall turns to winter and the days grow colder and yet she still stands, singing &a daisy for a coin a a carnation for two& and in the snow covered sidewalks she is left alone.
It is nearing Christmas now the streets decked with garland, and Lights twinkling in shop windows, the flame gas lamps hissing merrily in the falling snow. On one such night you are to be found strolling the streets listing to the sounds of carolers in the distance. When on a street corner you happen upon a girl in rags selling flowers. In the spirit of the season, and perhaps pity you go to her to buy one and find the money pressed back into your hand.
&No thank you miss, keep your gold it&s only a flower but mend what is broken. It is a gift to brighten you day. And miss may I say, Merry Christmas.& You look back at the little girl on the corner as you walk away, her swaying to the songs being sung the poorest of all, the most the spirit of Christmas.
~Little Flower Girl
It is nearing Christmas now the streets decked with garland, and Lights twinkling in shop windows, the flame gas lamps hissing merrily in the falling snow. On one such night you are to be found strolling the streets listing to the sounds of carolers in the distance. When on a street corner you happen upon a girl in rags selling flowers. In the spirit of the season, and perhaps pity you go to her to buy one and find the money pressed back into your hand.
&No thank you miss, keep your gold it&s only a flower but mend what is broken. It is a gift to brighten you day. And miss may I say, Merry Christmas.& You look back at the little girl on the corner as you walk away, her swaying to the songs being sung the poorest of all, the most the spirit of Christmas.
~Little Flower Girl
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She scuttles up and places a small gift in your hands.
&My Goodness, dear, what on earth have you done to your face? It looks like it hurts. Oh- it's there on purpose. Oh, well that's something else entirely. These young people today, they have no idea how to look good, running around with clown paint, looking like common harlots. Oh, I don't mean you dear. Just.. in general, you know. You look rather well, if I do say.&
As she gives you a nod and an ingratiating smile, you look down at the parcel in your hand. It reads: &Merry Christmas, from the Passive-Aggressive Judgemental Female Relative.&
&Well, that's a fitting moniker...& you mutter to yourself. You're not sure whether you should be amused or offended.
&My Goodness, dear, what on earth have you done to your face? It looks like it hurts. Oh- it's there on purpose. Oh, well that's something else entirely. These young people today, they have no idea how to look good, running around with clown paint, looking like common harlots. Oh, I don't mean you dear. Just.. in general, you know. You look rather well, if I do say.&
As she gives you a nod and an ingratiating smile, you look down at the parcel in your hand. It reads: &Merry Christmas, from the Passive-Aggressive Judgemental Female Relative.&
&Well, that's a fitting moniker...& you mutter to yourself. You're not sure whether you should be amused or offended.
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They&re getting nearer, and nearer,
I can see them through the breaking mirror.
Keeper, quick, turn on all of the bright light,
Make it appear as though it was Christmas night.
-Silhouette
I can see them through the breaking mirror.
Keeper, quick, turn on all of the bright light,
Make it appear as though it was Christmas night.
-Silhouette
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How do you do?
I'm just passing through.
But, here is a gift for you!
~Random Passerby~
I'm just passing through.
But, here is a gift for you!
~Random Passerby~
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Go now! Forget about me!
How the hell did I become thee?
Open your heart and accept thy gift
So I can watch you with glee
Together one day, will be you and me
I grab your hand and kiss it softly
But you feel nothing
Not the slightest trickle
I&m not here
Im not human
-Anon
How the hell did I become thee?
Open your heart and accept thy gift
So I can watch you with glee
Together one day, will be you and me
I grab your hand and kiss it softly
But you feel nothing
Not the slightest trickle
I&m not here
Im not human
-Anon
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This is part five of the puzzle.
Find the others, find the story.
Also, I've noticed another story anon around; I'm not them.
That evening, I set myself up among the clothes, using them as a seat. I noticed how my pale, white-green skin differed greatly from the vibrancy of the clothes, with all of their colours. I wondered, momentarily, if I could dye myself a different colour and pretend to be one of the Living again. I found myself wondering if Duncan would sink his teeth into my flesh accidentally, and, upon realising it was me, beg me for the knowledge of how to appear so alive. I wondered if I would feel alive. It had been so long since I had felt alive.
My mind was overly active, I realised. After my meal, my brain hadn&t shut down just to the hunger, because I&d eaten too much & I&d eaten enough to allow other parts of my brain to light up and start the old, rusty cogs spinning once more. I forced myself not to think, so I didn&t use too many living cells and have to hunt again so soon. Instead of thinking about my death (and my existence thereafter), as was the norm for most zombies who didn&t want to think about Life Energy in their stomachs, I stared at the wall. It was blissful, not to have to think about anything but how white the walls were. After a while of staring at it, I stopped thinking about it, too, and I drifted off into what was neither sleep & because zombies can&t exactly sleep & nor consciousness.
I was woken what seemed like minutes later (which it very well could have been) by an insistent rapping coming from the one window of the small room. It took my mind quite a while to process exactly where the sound was coming from, because my brain had slowed down to its usual pace once more. When I finally managed to force my eyes to lock onto something flesh-coloured and rapping on my window & a hand, some voice in the back of my head reminded me & it took me ever longer to make the connection between it rapping on the broken glass and the sound itself. The action, at first, confused me, because the window was shattered to pieces long ago by some long-forgotten zombie-raid and the door had long-since been pulled off its hinges and dumped in a corner of the room. If someone had wanted to come in, then, by all means, they could.
~The Teller of Stories
Find the others, find the story.
Also, I've noticed another story anon around; I'm not them.
That evening, I set myself up among the clothes, using them as a seat. I noticed how my pale, white-green skin differed greatly from the vibrancy of the clothes, with all of their colours. I wondered, momentarily, if I could dye myself a different colour and pretend to be one of the Living again. I found myself wondering if Duncan would sink his teeth into my flesh accidentally, and, upon realising it was me, beg me for the knowledge of how to appear so alive. I wondered if I would feel alive. It had been so long since I had felt alive.
My mind was overly active, I realised. After my meal, my brain hadn&t shut down just to the hunger, because I&d eaten too much & I&d eaten enough to allow other parts of my brain to light up and start the old, rusty cogs spinning once more. I forced myself not to think, so I didn&t use too many living cells and have to hunt again so soon. Instead of thinking about my death (and my existence thereafter), as was the norm for most zombies who didn&t want to think about Life Energy in their stomachs, I stared at the wall. It was blissful, not to have to think about anything but how white the walls were. After a while of staring at it, I stopped thinking about it, too, and I drifted off into what was neither sleep & because zombies can&t exactly sleep & nor consciousness.
I was woken what seemed like minutes later (which it very well could have been) by an insistent rapping coming from the one window of the small room. It took my mind quite a while to process exactly where the sound was coming from, because my brain had slowed down to its usual pace once more. When I finally managed to force my eyes to lock onto something flesh-coloured and rapping on my window & a hand, some voice in the back of my head reminded me & it took me ever longer to make the connection between it rapping on the broken glass and the sound itself. The action, at first, confused me, because the window was shattered to pieces long ago by some long-forgotten zombie-raid and the door had long-since been pulled off its hinges and dumped in a corner of the room. If someone had wanted to come in, then, by all means, they could.
~The Teller of Stories
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We see you.
yours truly, The Observer
yours truly, The Observer
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