Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2011 16:51:03 GMT -5
A Story I Do Have To Tell
Regular, "Words", Thoughts
How many words rhyme with lair?
How many? Well, let's see...there's fire, dire, wire, sire...oh, two of those words make one picture something bad, don't they? Yes, yes they do. Fire and dire. Like a dire situation. A situation like that could be a forest fire or a horse drowning or even a bird with a broken wing.
My, my, does that mean the word liar is bad as well? I would think so! Heh, yessiree! I am a lair and a good one at that! Yep! A very good bad lair. Does that make sense? I suppose it doesn't to you, but I don't care. Wovenword. That's what I'm called. Have you ever stopped to wonder what that word means? Well, have you? No? Well, it means I'm a lair. My way with words makes me a lair.
La-de-da, that's right!
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Dawn's Approach galloped through the bleak Abode, head held high and a smile on her face. A strange one, she was. No one really knew how to handle this gal, and no one even tried. She was very manipulative and got what she wanted when she wanted. Thereafter, she felt no guilt.
Yes, a strange mare she was indeed.
Gold flashed under the sun. Dawn's coat was a bright palomino, and the glinting sun reflected the pale yellow that could be seen flashing between the dead and dying grass beneath her pink hooves. She was galloping along at a pretty good pace, but to her, it was lazy. She could move a lot faster if she so wanted.
"This place is so dead and bland." she sighed as she gazed about. There were others here for sure, but it felt empty. The trees, grass and bushed had long ago all shrivled away and died. She wondered why this was still the Abode; where mares went to wait and see if a stallion would look her way and possible take her back to his herd with him.
Such a dreadfully boring place, thought she.
