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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Forest
[time] => 2006-06-27 11:40:33
[hometext] => A man journeying through the woods comes across some obstacles and ends up having to battle with his scimitars.
[bodytext] => The trees stared at me with their creepy eyes, as I followed the sound of piercing cries. The forest I walked through was vast in size, and all around me there were hidden spies. The birds flew in a circle around my head, chanting, chirping, about wanting me dead. I don't know how I could've known what they said. It was unusual how they never fled. The monkeys that I saw in the trees, swung from tree to tree, right behind me. When my allergies picked up and made me sneeze, the monkeys got scared and dropped a hive of bees. The bees (damned bees!) chased after me in swarms, I ran and I ran, through brambles and thorns, and then, as I was beginning to get worn, I saw the most beautiful girl ever born. I walked up to her and I said "Hi," She said "It is time for you to die!" Then she flew up high into the sky, and I started running, screaming "Why?!" I had to meet an evil angel with wings, that uses her voice to make my ears sting. This was one hell of a way to spend my spring. I was hoping not to meet the Forest King. I kept on running, never looking back, and suddenly I heard a sickening "Crack!" A gigantic spider had made her limbs snap, and then I had no choice but to attack. I ran around it with my mighty bow, I kept my distance and fired some arrows. I was lucky that the thing was so slow. Unharmed, I finished it with one final blow. But the combat wasn't done, 'cause the Forest King had come, out through the slain spider scum. The true battle had begun. I got out my dual scimitars quickly, and managed to block him from hitting me. The Forest King moved with amazing speed, but my defenses, he could not exceed. I turned away his swords, parried his blows, I was trying to get his legs exposed. Then he took me by surprise and broke my nose, but I quickly recovered my battle pose. I could not be defeated, I would not let him win, I had to get rid of this man and his wicked grin. We continued to fight in a sword-sparking whirlwind, and then I was finally able to disarm him. I almost let him live, but thought better of it, For this ex-forest king, death would be a better fit. So I sliced his head off, with his own sword, nice and swift, and I left it there, for the forest, as a gift. Despite this great victory, I could not rest, my destination was hundreds of miles to the west. I didn't know if I would complete my quest, but I would continue on my journey, nevertheless. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 40 [informant] => Surfpup [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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