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Post by secretly_broken on Nov 4, 2012 15:47:15 GMT
Each poster writes adds one sentence to the story so we have a neverending story!  I'll start us off: Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there lived a boy. |
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Post by esperanza on Nov 4, 2012 21:23:36 GMT
He held in his hands, the cracked monocle of his grandfather and wondered how things had come to this moment.
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Post by unfavouredguest on Nov 5, 2012 0:08:34 GMT
A well-dressed servant entered the boy's room and announced, 'They are ready for you now, Your Highness.'
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Post by secretly_broken on Nov 5, 2012 16:55:25 GMT
The last thing he wanted to do was meet them, but he put down the monocle and nodded at the servant.
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Post by emerald on Nov 7, 2012 0:18:42 GMT
As he approached the antechamber, the door swung inwards with an ominous creak.
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Post by unfavouredguest on Nov 7, 2012 1:58:14 GMT
The boy slowly marched across the chamber, hoping he never reached those majestic golden doors on the far side.
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Post by secretly_broken on Nov 7, 2012 20:25:08 GMT
Yet, with each slow step, the door moved closer and closer, until he stood at the brink of the doorway.
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Post by unfavouredguest on Nov 14, 2012 15:27:34 GMT
'Oh well,' he thought, breathing deeply and shoving open the doors, 'I can't lie about my family any longer, so here it goes.'
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Post by emerald on Nov 16, 2012 16:31:50 GMT
As he stepped into the bright room and his eyes began to adjust, he first noticed his grandfather sitting at the long table, his arms chained together.
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Post by esperanza on Dec 17, 2012 22:37:37 GMT
Dwarfed by the opulence he had once reigned over, the old man pulled himself up when he saw the boy walk into the room, his ravaged skin almost tearing apart with a twisted smile. With the force he had, he spat the only word the boy expected from him: "Traitor!"
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