She's there.
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Thread Topic: She's there.
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There was nothing more beautiful than the orange hues that matched the color of the orange fruit, the splashes of pink that matched a flamingos feather, and the yellow that represented fresh cobbed corn and a soft crimson that summed up the composition of the skies. The clouds spread out like fluffed cotton angels surrounding God, all with the sunset's rays creating halos above the clouds. The trees went to and fro by the wind flashing through thick green leaves that made them woosh. The grass was as green as emerald jems and plastered with acorns which many squirrels scattered near them, all of them wiggling their long chestnut brown tails happily as they found were given a merciful squirrel buffet by the trees. Angelic hymns were muffled in the background which was accompanied with trumpets that played at every verse of the hymns. Everything had a graceful scenery that made tears crumble down anybody's cheek if they saw this whole place, but Karoyl was the one to be experiencing this because she was officially in Heaven.
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The hymns got louder until the jingle of bells were echoing through the field. A female angel was flying across the sky, the breeze running through her blonde hair and her white-feathered wings that represented a dove's. Karoyl looked up and the angel looked down and as Karoyl squinted to see the angel more, she could have sworn the angel gave her a deep scowling look. Karoyl developed a lump in her throat. Even in Heaven, she wasn't even accepted by angels that were suppose to be angelic and holy. The angel soon flew away and Karoyl kept walking through the large field and as she took large steps, the sky kept getting darker and darker until it looked like midnight and the stars evolved twinkles into the purpleish-blue composition of the sky and a very close-up moon was near. Crickets seemed to make their awkward chirps in the grass and Karoyl kept walking until she screamed as she accidentally stepped into a large heaping pile of muddy water.
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She sighed loudly as she got her foot out of the water and shook her leg to get the excessive water off and she kept walking. Soon, trees and bushes devloped near and became a twisted forest. Animals made their
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It's here
It's everywhere
It belongs right there -
This isn't writing my dear.
This.
Is.
OFFBEAT. -
But yet, I recall the Library being about forms of writing, whether it's yours or not. And this, my friend, is a form of writing.
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It's not a form of writing. It's OFFBEAT.
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Yes, it is. It's something that tells you a story, whether it's a poem or an actual story or whatever. Therefore it does not go here and you should move it.
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Dark is actually making me really like her today. -
It's not a story then. :P You repost it to the Library because I'm too lazy.
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You cannot make literature not literature, just like you can't say a cat is not a cat or a tree is not a tree. You can say it is, but that'll never make it true. I think the only exception is gender, but that's a different story. I will not move it because it's not what I've previously posted. You can either take the responsibility of moving it, or you ignore that you've ever made this so I don't have to worry about pointing it out yet again.
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Nah. Ouo
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