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 Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 3:26 am
Hi guys! I haven't been very active in this guild lately, because I quit gaia for a while after I couldn't recover from getting hacked, so I thought that writing a story would help. I'm not sure if I want to continue it because I often get very bored with my writing, but here goes:
A wandering ghost clothed in a long white night gown ambled around an abandoned house that had been marked as haunted a long time ago. She was there to scare off any trespassers that dared to enter her realm...
Eleanor softly padded up the stairs, her thin nightgown barely trailing at the ground, but still not quite covering her snowy white feet. When she reached the door to the top of the basement, she didn't bother to open it. She just walked through it, as if nothing was there. She was all alone in the dark house, with nothing to do as she glided around the house. Suddenly, there was a whoop of joy and several excited voices from outside the door. Oh no... she thought. There were new, clueless people that would soon be living in this house! She couldn't loose control again, like last time.. Her eyes widened and she hurried back into the basement in hope of containing herself.
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 3:32 am
As if on cue for the horrifying scene that would happen soon, a clash of thunder rumbled in the sky, and soon, it began to rain heavily. The wind tore at the shutters, banging them against the house and threatened to pull a few trees down with it's howling fury. Eleanor whimpered, shaking from exhaustion from trying to hold herself back. She gasped and finally fell to the floor. She managed to get back up, but she had already lost control. With a shriek, she leaped for the door, claws flashing, teeth shining. Her pupils began to widen until her red irises were almost invisible and her white dress began to redden with a crimson liquid. Shaking, she threw the basement door to the ground with just a small push with her hands.
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 4:09 pm
Crazed with her thirst for a fight, she flew around the house in a whirlwind, causing things to shatter and doors to slam. WHen she began to tire herself out, she sat on the cold hardwood floors. They were all out. Probably shopping or eating somewhere. That was lucky of them. She felt her pupils return to their natural size and saw her dress turn white again. I saw the mess that she made slowly fix itself - bowls magically putting themselves together again, broken windows mending themselves.
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