ThatWickedWench
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The Queen of Indecision
In order to stimulate my insatiable needs, I've erased that fine line between pleasure and pain.
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Post by ThatWickedWench on Sept 29, 2004 23:46:50 GMT -5
The head rolled backwards toward Tim's foot and came to a stop facing up giving him a glimpse of a once beautiful girl's ashen gray face, frozen in a contorted expression of terror.
The bloody eye sockets, however were empty; the eyes seemed to have been plucked from the skull.
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Post by Tricia on Sept 30, 2004 8:19:48 GMT -5
Tim turned away from the gory sight and began to dry heave.
He stood up and was gasping for air... when something laying in the grass caught his eye.
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Faerie Queen
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Never play leapfrog with a unicorn.
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Post by Faerie Queen on Oct 5, 2004 6:58:02 GMT -5
Tim walked to where the dog had first dropped the head.
Bending slowly, he grasped what appeared to be a silver pendant, intricatly designed with some kind of Celtic Knot, suspended from a very dirty, thin silver chain.
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ThatWickedWench
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The Queen of Indecision
In order to stimulate my insatiable needs, I've erased that fine line between pleasure and pain.
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Post by ThatWickedWench on Oct 5, 2004 23:58:35 GMT -5
Shaken, Tim clutched the filthy necklace in his fist and was amazed to sense a pulsating warm energy vibe emmanating from the pendant.
Realizing he couldn't just leave the rotten head in his yard, he returned to his house in search of a trash bag- dreading the task at hand.
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Post by Tricia on Oct 7, 2004 20:00:59 GMT -5
Tim decided it would be best to call the police to report his unusual find before wrapping it up.
He listened as the phone on the other end rang three times... then abruptly the line went dead.
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ThatWickedWench
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The Queen of Indecision
In order to stimulate my insatiable needs, I've erased that fine line between pleasure and pain.
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Post by ThatWickedWench on Oct 10, 2004 23:05:09 GMT -5
Typical, he sighed and went to the kitchen to retrieve that trash bag.
Tim tied a bandana around his nose and mouth to keep from gagging as he bagged up the head and necklace and tossed 'em into the back of his beatup pick-up; He'd just go to the police himself.
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Post by Tricia on Oct 15, 2004 22:38:50 GMT -5
He turned and whistled for Blue.
Blue's chain lay broken in the grass, "Damn dog..." his voice trailed off as he turned to see a pool of thick blood by the side of the truck.
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ThatWickedWench
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The Queen of Indecision
In order to stimulate my insatiable needs, I've erased that fine line between pleasure and pain.
Posts: 119
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Post by ThatWickedWench on Jan 11, 2005 9:18:16 GMT -5
A sinking feeling filled Tim's stomach as he stepped cautiously over to the massive pool of blood. He looked down- something large and heavily bleeding had been dragged off from here; He could tell from the large amount of gore that it was probably no longer alive.
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Post by Tricia on Dec 27, 2005 2:39:49 GMT -5
Tim followed the trail of blood through the house. He found the offending pile of what appeared to be mangled gore wrapped in a burlap sack outside the kitchen door.
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ThatWickedWench
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The Queen of Indecision
In order to stimulate my insatiable needs, I've erased that fine line between pleasure and pain.
Posts: 119
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Post by ThatWickedWench on Dec 31, 2005 12:57:07 GMT -5
The phone on the wall to the left of Tim's ear rang suddenly and shrill. He turned to answer it (wait, wasn't the phone line dead???) and in doing so, he slipped on a congealing glob of blood, hitting his head on the tiled floor - blackness.
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