The crawling legs reach out to me like a hand, a dark hand with long thin fingers that leave me frozen in fear. I back away slowly as this creature of pure evil crawls on the faded walls and then stops right in front of my face. My stomach churns in disgust as this monster with its beady black eyes extends its eight long legs to attempt to crawl on my face. I run away screaming. I hate spiders.
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The sun shone harsh rays of lights that pierced the eyes of those who dared challenge the sun making silhouettes and figures seem like distorted shadows. The barren landscape of dirt and wilted shrubs littered the land and the air tasted of dust and seemed reticent. A lone man with a carriage and horses that appears coeval is seemingly traveling through the wilderness in a circuitously path. The man with his wrinkled, sunburned skin and the carriage was seemingly built from decrepit wood and corroded nails with bits of rust flaking off with each bump the wheels of the carriage made contact with. Like a beam of light. The horses neighed pained sounds as their think bodies carried a carriage full of the one things that everyone feels bereft for. Ice.
"Hey John! Your barns looks really ugly!" shouted the farmer standing across the crimson building constructed from coval wood as old as the farmer shouting from within it. Its a cold afternoon with scattered with wilted fall colored leaves resembling a a clawed hand.
The old red door swings open, bursting with force at the nearly breaking the hinges revealing a gaffer farmer who donned a red habiliment scurried from out his ruby colored property. "Shut up Will! Everyone loves red. Go back to the sea if you love it so much!" schomzed the farmer with a bad deportment. The blue farmer looked taciturn for a moment and said "If you really think everyone here likes red, why don't go convince everyone to paint their barns red?" challenged the blue farmer. "Fine, maybe I will!" the red farmer storms off. John walked to the nearest neighbor who lived in a shabby looking house next to a shabby looking barn. "Hello? Anyone home?" asks John. "Yeah. What do you need?" asks the poor looking farmer. "Just wanted to ask you a question. Do you like red." "I'm okay with it." "How do you feel about painting your barn red?" asks John with a audible wince in his voice. "Why would I do that?" "Well first off its a great color," says John and begins to lean on the wall while touching the rust covered walls, "And it makes the rust look better." Why did pirates bother making prisoners or enemies "walk the plank" instead of just chucking them overboard?
"Arg I hate Jim." says a filthy young man dressed in tattered habiliment. The mob of pirates scrubbed the decks in a puissant sweeps as others climbed tied ropes with in intricate knots to keep the sails in place. The cerulean waters were a clear contrast to the grimy ship that seem to part the waves with it's filth. "Aye. He does nothing but a volatile fool always using lashing out at other crewmen with a rotten deportment. Making us balance on ropes for the Captain's entertainment. That's how I hurt my leg. I heard he threw another one overboard last night." an older peg legged pirate mumbles. "Who?" "Henry by the looks of it. Didn't show up in the dining hall this morning." The younger pirate thinks to himself for a few seconds and says "What if we got rid of of him? Captain doesn't seem to like him much either" "And how do we suppose we do that?" The young pirate grins as he lips pull back to show his decaying teeth, "The Captain loves a good show" "Hey what are you doing?" shouts a fairly well dressed pirate being carried by a crowd of pirates, "Let me go at once!" The pirate pushes him to the side of the ship with a long wooden plank protruding out into the sea. The captain watches from his quarters and smiles in amusement, "Now walk the plank." |
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