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       A Tall Tale
       By: Evil Kitty Date: December 3, 2014, 8:13 pm
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       Okay. So, the point of this challenge can either be very easy or
       very difficult, depending on how much work you wanna put into
       it. But, anyway. You are to make a story. A story that simply
       consists of a beginning, climax, end. Simple enough? Trick is:
       you have to make it rhyme. The rhyming pattern is entirely up to
       you though. Now... GO!!
       Quest Value: 1-10
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       Re: A Tall Tale
       By: guest1218 Date: October 29, 2015, 11:27 am
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       There was nothing. Of course there was literally something, but
       as a whole it was considered nothing. Just vacancy hotel signs
       that illuminated the night with their ethereal glows. There was
       a theater that only played weekend shows. Even the streets were
       littered with broken glass and potholes. So in all, there was
       nothing.
       No wandering soul to see her tears. No prying eyes to peal apart
       the fragments of her soul to see the sufferings and fears.
       Solitude was her mate. It was a horrible fate.
       Until a handsome man appeared. Carrying a cane with a knife
       hidden; or so she feared. His masculine features and look of
       amatory made her shiver. It wasn't like she wanted his heart,
       just his liver.
       Her fangs exposed against the pale of the moon, sharpened to
       points. The power that coursed through her promised his death
       soon.
       Caked with scarlet, the woman drove deeper, extinguishing the
       spark in his eye. The horror at what she had done, she felt. But
       to say she did not enjoy herself would be a lie. She was simply
       dealing the hand at which was dealt.
       The woman prowled the night. Forever alone and cursed, wanting
       only to stir a fright.
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