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    [title] => Tulips by the Trees
    [time] => 2012-09-02 07:01:18
    [hometext] => A horror story that I made moments ago tonight, that took about an hour, based upon a thought I had, trying to fall asleep.
    [bodytext] => <center><i> In the midst of her twenties<br />
Or in the latter of her teens<br />
Or even possibly<br />
Anywhere inbetween<br />
She had a short head of hair<br />
With a band to hold<br />
She had always wanted<br />
The boy who looked so old<br />
<br />
Day after day she watched<br />
As the boy went by<br />
And dreamed of him<br />
To be hers before she die<br />
She came before him<br />
On a sunny afternoon<br />
Autumn winds blew<br />
Leaves crawled like mice<br />
<br />
She had been waiting<br />
At a public square<br />
For the boy that she had known<br />
Would soon be walking there<br />
And so she had stood<br />
By the tulips by the trees<br />
And when the boy would come<br />
She would finally succeed<br />
<br />
She had hoped today<br />
Would be the day<br />
That finally he say<br />
That she was oh so nice<br />
She stood standing<br />
Thinking of that moment<br />
Where the boy would come<br />
Would be surely mine<br />
<br />
Her floral dress moving<br />
Gently with the wind<br />
Like a subtle lure<br />
Hunting prey of different kind<br />
Patiently she waited<br />
As the light of day<br />
Changed position<br />
Working on her mission<br />
<br />
The target, this boy<br />
Who had looked so old<br />
Had no interest<br />
In a floral dress<br />
Or even in a girl<br />
Who had looked so young<br />
But still she made a try <br />
To make the boy her own<br />
<br />
Again the boy came<br />
And passed again throughout<br />
Upon The path she stood<br />
As an interest in her<br />
He was sure without<br />
It was maddening<br />
It was ever so sad<br />
It had Burned down her hope<br />
<br />
The boy was all<br />
That she would want to have<br />
But she could not claim him<br />
And so it drove her mad<br />
The boy walked on alone<br />
As he frequent had<br />
His soles tapping<br />
Upon the black beneath<br />
<br />
He had heard a growl<br />
Which would frighten any boy <br />
He steered himself around<br />
To see what threat greet him<br />
Now there was a sight before<br />
A slender grey-haired hound<br />
With a demeanor of a beast<br />
Frightened he take a step back<br />
<br />
The growl became a snarl<br />
The snarl became a bark<br />
The fear that he had felt<br />
Now became a horror<br />
His steps back became a run<br />
Frantic feet beating like his heart<br />
The hound made haste<br />
And gave the boy a chase<br />
<br />
The hound had followed<br />
Determined as well<br />
The boy in absolute terror<br />
Ran into the woods<br />
He had no longer heard<br />
The rhythmic pant<br />
Of a beast who want him dead<br />
So he stopped to catch his breath<br />
<br />
Moments later he heard a noise<br />
The sounds of laughter<br />
The sounds of joy<br />
But not the ones he knew<br />
These sounded malicious<br />
They sounded evil<br />
His eyes darted from side to side<br />
His body changing direction<br />
<br />
Whereever the source be<br />
It always managed to hide<br />
He screamed, he yelled<br />
He begged and he plead<br />
Blowing with the wind on every side<br />
Were tulips by the trees<br />
A young girl's laugh<br />
Haunt him as he panic<br />
<br />
He had had enough<br />
He needed to escape<br />
Get away from this place<br />
And so again he ran<br />
Until he came upon a square<br />
Whereat he ran within the grass<br />
Kicking tulips as he pass<br />
Again he turned to see<br />
<br />
The hound sitting in the plants<br />
The boy stepped back again<br />
But the hound had stayed<br />
Remaining ever still<br />
The boy stepped back more<br />
And the hound it lie down<br />
But the boy he did not trust<br />
A hound that be so cruel<br />
<br />
The hound had now stood<br />
With a movement so quick<br />
The boy jumped at the sight<br />
Of the beast that stood<br />
Basking in the moon's light<br />
The hound had now finished<br />
Rushing forth<br />
Intentions all the same<br />
<br />
Its teeth sunk in his sleeve<br />
Piercing the boy's arm<br />
He now writhed in pain<br />
Oh agony, oh defeat<br />
The boy had hit the hound<br />
But to no avail<br />
The hound opened its maw<br />
Quickly it made a leap<br />
<br />
The boy's eyes wide open<br />
Every breath an eternity<br />
The cold air showing<br />
Fractions of soul<br />
Leaving either body<br />
The hound's teeth had caught his neck<br />
Dropping him alongside<br />
The tulips by the trees
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                                                            <b>Tulips by the Trees</b>
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                                                        <font class="tiny"><b>Date:</b> Sunday, 2nd September 2012 @ 07:01:18 AM AEST<br><b>Topic:</b> Sad Poetry</font><br><br>
                                                        <font class="content">Contributed By: xHeathenx<br><br>
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                                                       <center><i> In the midst of her twenties<br />
Or in the latter of her teens<br />
Or even possibly<br />
Anywhere inbetween<br />
She had a short head of hair<br />
With a band to hold<br />
She had always wanted<br />
The boy who looked so old<br />
<br />
Day after day she watched<br />
As the boy went by<br />
And dreamed of him<br />
To be hers before she die<br />
She came before him<br />
On a sunny afternoon<br />
Autumn winds blew<br />
Leaves crawled like mice<br />
<br />
She had been waiting<br />
At a public square<br />
For the boy that she had known<br />
Would soon be walking there<br />
And so she had stood<br />
By the tulips by the trees<br />
And when the boy would come<br />
She would finally succeed<br />
<br />
She had hoped today<br />
Would be the day<br />
That finally he say<br />
That she was oh so nice<br />
She stood standing<br />
Thinking of that moment<br />
Where the boy would come<br />
Would be surely mine<br />
<br />
Her floral dress moving<br />
Gently with the wind<br />
Like a subtle lure<br />
Hunting prey of different kind<br />
Patiently she waited<br />
As the light of day<br />
Changed position<br />
Working on her mission<br />
<br />
The target, this boy<br />
Who had looked so old<br />
Had no interest<br />
In a floral dress<br />
Or even in a girl<br />
Who had looked so young<br />
But still she made a try <br />
To make the boy her own<br />
<br />
Again the boy came<br />
And passed again throughout<br />
Upon The path she stood<br />
As an interest in her<br />
He was sure without<br />
It was maddening<br />
It was ever so sad<br />
It had Burned down her hope<br />
<br />
The boy was all<br />
That she would want to have<br />
But she could not claim him<br />
And so it drove her mad<br />
The boy walked on alone<br />
As he frequent had<br />
His soles tapping<br />
Upon the black beneath<br />
<br />
He had heard a growl<br />
Which would frighten any boy <br />
He steered himself around<br />
To see what threat greet him<br />
Now there was a sight before<br />
A slender grey-haired hound<br />
With a demeanor of a beast<br />
Frightened he take a step back<br />
<br />
The growl became a snarl<br />
The snarl became a bark<br />
The fear that he had felt<br />
Now became a horror<br />
His steps back became a run<br />
Frantic feet beating like his heart<br />
The hound made haste<br />
And gave the boy a chase<br />
<br />
The hound had followed<br />
Determined as well<br />
The boy in absolute terror<br />
Ran into the woods<br />
He had no longer heard<br />
The rhythmic pant<br />
Of a beast who want him dead<br />
So he stopped to catch his breath<br />
<br />
Moments later he heard a noise<br />
The sounds of laughter<br />
The sounds of joy<br />
But not the ones he knew<br />
These sounded malicious<br />
They sounded evil<br />
His eyes darted from side to side<br />
His body changing direction<br />
<br />
Whereever the source be<br />
It always managed to hide<br />
He screamed, he yelled<br />
He begged and he plead<br />
Blowing with the wind on every side<br />
Were tulips by the trees<br />
A young girl's laugh<br />
Haunt him as he panic<br />
<br />
He had had enough<br />
He needed to escape<br />
Get away from this place<br />
And so again he ran<br />
Until he came upon a square<br />
Whereat he ran within the grass<br />
Kicking tulips as he pass<br />
Again he turned to see<br />
<br />
The hound sitting in the plants<br />
The boy stepped back again<br />
But the hound had stayed<br />
Remaining ever still<br />
The boy stepped back more<br />
And the hound it lie down<br />
But the boy he did not trust<br />
A hound that be so cruel<br />
<br />
The hound had now stood<br />
With a movement so quick<br />
The boy jumped at the sight<br />
Of the beast that stood<br />
Basking in the moon's light<br />
The hound had now finished<br />
Rushing forth<br />
Intentions all the same<br />
<br />
Its teeth sunk in his sleeve<br />
Piercing the boy's arm<br />
He now writhed in pain<br />
Oh agony, oh defeat<br />
The boy had hit the hound<br />
But to no avail<br />
The hound opened its maw<br />
Quickly it made a leap<br />
<br />
The boy's eyes wide open<br />
Every breath an eternity<br />
The cold air showing<br />
Fractions of soul<br />
Leaving either body<br />
The hound's teeth had caught his neck<br />
Dropping him alongside<br />
The tulips by the trees                                                        <br>
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