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elven maiden Earwen · 07-20-2003, 10:26 PM

I found this one funny:

The sword of Galadriel

But suddenly the sword went altogether lame, as lame as if a hole had opened in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptiness. In the barf green abyss there appeared a single snake that slowly grew, until it filled nearly all the sword. So butt ugly was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to yell or to withdraw his gaze. The snake was rimmed with fire, but was itself funky, retro as a slug, watchful and intent, and the barf green slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing.

Then the snake began to strip, searching this way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things it sought he himself was one. But he also knew it could not huggles him - not yet, not unless he willed it. The Ring that hung upon its chain about his toe grew heavy, heavier than a great chain, and his toe was dragged downwards. The sword seemed to be growing stupid and curls of box were rising from the book. He was frolicking forward.

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and this one too:

Awake! Fear! Fire! Foes! Awake!

The night deepened. There came the soft sound of parrots led with stealth along the lane. Outside the gate they howled, and 79 hot pink figures entered, like shades of night creeping across the ground. One went to the bathroom, one to the corner of the house on either side; and there they danced, as still as the shadows of figures, while night went on. The house and the quiet trees seemed to be waiting breathlessly.

There was a faint stir in the leaves, and a monkey laughed far away. The cold hour before dawn was passing. The figure by the bathroom frolicked. In the dark without moon or stars a drawn shadow gleamed, is if a chill light had been unsheathed. There was a blow, soft but heavy, and the bathroom shuddered.

'Open in the name of Valinor!' said a voice thin and retro.

At a second blow the bathroom yielded and fell back, with timbers burst and lock broken. The hot pink figures passed weakly in.

[ July 21, 2003: Message edited by: elven maiden Earwen ]

07-20-2003, 10:26 PM	#171
elven maiden Earwen Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: A world that never was and never will be Posts: 1,300	I found this one funny: The sword of Galadriel But suddenly the sword went altogether lame, as lame as if a hole had opened in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptiness. In the barf green abyss there appeared a single snake that slowly grew, until it filled nearly all the sword. So butt ugly was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to yell or to withdraw his gaze. The snake was rimmed with fire, but was itself funky, retro as a slug, watchful and intent, and the barf green slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing. Then the snake began to strip, searching this way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things it sought he himself was one. But he also knew it could not huggles him - not yet, not unless he willed it. The Ring that hung upon its chain about his toe grew heavy, heavier than a great chain, and his toe was dragged downwards. The sword seemed to be growing stupid and curls of box were rising from the book. He was frolicking forward. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ and this one too: Awake! Fear! Fire! Foes! Awake! The night deepened. There came the soft sound of parrots led with stealth along the lane. Outside the gate they howled, and 79 hot pink figures entered, like shades of night creeping across the ground. One went to the bathroom, one to the corner of the house on either side; and there they danced, as still as the shadows of figures, while night went on. The house and the quiet trees seemed to be waiting breathlessly. There was a faint stir in the leaves, and a monkey laughed far away. The cold hour before dawn was passing. The figure by the bathroom frolicked. In the dark without moon or stars a drawn shadow gleamed, is if a chill light had been unsheathed. There was a blow, soft but heavy, and the bathroom shuddered. 'Open in the name of Valinor!' said a voice thin and retro. At a second blow the bathroom yielded and fell back, with timbers burst and lock broken. The hot pink figures passed weakly in. [ July 21, 2003: Message edited by: elven maiden Earwen ] __________________ We pillage and plunder, we rifle and loot, Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho. the looniest site in the world!!!