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       #Post#: 19765--------------------------------------------------
       Wally Writes Short Stories Yet Again
       By: Walrus365 Date: January 19, 2015, 3:00 pm
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       {
       Hey ya'll!  Because of the overwhelming support of "Wally Writes
       Short Stories", I've decided to [s]leak[/s] release yet another
       awesome story written by [s]someone else[/s] me.  And the
       support really was overwhelming, as can be seen in this quote by
       none other than leaping deer.
       [quote]10/10 how can you manage bing this awesum
       -lepping duer[/quote]
       In addition, our very own iaashadow gave me the pleasure of this
       review as well.
       [quote]I want you to write for every character on the CSTs from
       now on.  Like, all of them.
       -eye-eh-eh-shadow[/quote]
       Also this
       [quote]Yo man, go easy on the inspiration.  We can't leak all
       this beauty in the world in such large, eloquent amounts.
       -God[/quote]
       But, independent of this huge amount of feedback, I've decided
       to risk eternal damnation and give you yet another story because
       that's just the kind of guy I am.  This one is entitled Dust
       Storm, and actually won a contest.  That last sentence wasn't
       sarcastic.  Enjoy.
       }
       She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally,
       decided to walk through the door.  Mr. Wight didn’t seem to be
       kidding when he told her that the attic was full of dust and
       memories he would have rather forgotten, and if she had been
       able to maintain a rational perspective, Mrs. Wight might have
       agreed.  Mr. Wight had always been her other half; the
       unshakable rock on which she had built her new life upon, but
       now everything seemed so strange.
       Did the fact that the book was tucked away in the farthest
       corner of the least accessible room in the house mean it was out
       of his mind for good?  How many times a day did he think about
       venturing up there and retrieving it?  The questions multiplied
       like ants in a pantry, and before she realized what had
       happened, Mrs. Wight had tripped on the trapdoor to the lower
       floor of the house.  She picked herself up shakily, and
       descended the ladder to their bedroom.
       Out of habit more than anything, Mrs. Wight gave a sweeping
       stare across the room.  Her eyes rested on a painting on the
       wall.  The familiar picture of two trees, side by side,
       overlooking a lofty cliff while a thunder storm raged overhead
       greeted her view.  Looking back on it, she was uncertain the
       year Mr. Wight had picked out the picture.  She had never liked
       the depressing grey clouds and dramatic lightning, but Mr. Wight
       had insisted on it, and she had never understood why.  The year
       he had purchased the painting escaped her, however: one of the
       many irregularities of nineteen years of marriage.   Mrs. Wight
       felt a sudden urge to return to the attic and check the date on
       the book.
       She pushed the idea away.  Didn’t she trust him?  Many couples
       went through trials like this, but it seemed so different now
       that it was happening to her.  It was always something that
       other people dealt with, not the happy Wight family.  How many
       times had he been late coming home when he was really visiting
       another place?  How many times, when he told Mrs. Wight he loved
       her, he was thinking about something else?  How many times did
       he fall asleep loving the book almost directly above his head in
       the attic, instead of the family that surrounded the hours he
       spent at home!?  Mrs. Wight became enraged at the thought.  It
       would stop here!
       She would burn it.  The next time he stole away to the attic,
       if he ever did again, Mrs. Wight would be waiting with closed
       arms and clenched fists.  It frightened her how quickly the
       trust of her husband had dissipated.  Maybe deep down she had
       suspected, maybe a few too many weekends were spent with friends
       from work or on business trips all those years ago.  Her anger
       expedited her ascent of the ladder.  She forced the door open
       and snatched the book off the table viciously, sending a cloud
       of dust flying into the air.  She coughed on it, and took a
       lingering look at the thick carpet of dust that settled in all
       parts of the attic.
       He hadn’t returned here in a very long time.  There wouldn’t be
       that much dust if he had.  She felt subtly comforted by the
       thought.  The hysterical malice vanished, but the hated book
       would not escape unscathed.  After returning to the bedroom, she
       threw it out.  In the darkness of the trash can, the picture of
       Mr. Wight and his lover forever smiled at the inside of the
       front cover.
       #Post#: 19769--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Wally Writes Short Stories Yet Again
       By: Leaping-Deer Date: January 19, 2015, 4:59 pm
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       (a) My spelling's not that bad, and (b) This story is
       awesome!!!!! ;D
       #Post#: 19771--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Wally Writes Short Stories Yet Again
       By: Walrus365 Date: January 19, 2015, 5:33 pm
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       Oh, I wasn't trying to insult you.  I just wanted to make it
       clear that the quote was falsified.
       #Post#: 19784--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Wally Writes Short Stories Yet Again
       By: jamesgames Date: January 19, 2015, 6:53 pm
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       Here's how to falsify quotes.
       [quote author=Ruffles link=topic=829.msg19769#msg19769
       date=1421708375]
       10/10 how can you manage bing this awesum
       -lepping duer
       [/quote]
       [quote author=Iaashadow link=topic=804.msg19780#msg19780
       date=1421713653]
       I want you to write for every character on the CSTs from now on.
       Like, all of them.
       -eye-eh-eh-shadow
       [/quote]
       [quote author=God]
       Yo man, go easy on the inspiration.  We can't leak all this
       beauty in the world in such large, eloquent amounts.
       -God (lol)
       [/quote]
       #Post#: 19789--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Wally Writes Short Stories Yet Again
       By: Leaping-Deer Date: January 19, 2015, 7:12 pm
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       Hey! No offense taken! Just pointing it out to others.
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