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Post by Jonathan A. Keys on Sept 16, 2007 12:39:56 GMT -5
Tell me if this sounds like any good, I may start writing a novel like it.
He gripped his hands tightly on the rope as the high altitude winds threw him left to right. All that he wanted to do was hang here and wait for someone to come help him, but that wouldn't happen, not with Uza's little friends crawling all over the place.
his hands were sore, the d**n seals were making his hands so weak, all that they were good for were conversions, and he couldn't do to many. As for his right hand, he still had no idea what that seal did.
He pulled himself up another few inches taking even more of his strength, and he still had about one more mile of rope to climb. he looked down, wondering if he would just freeze to death on this rope, then he noticed something.
The back of his hand was glowing red as if someone had put a light right up to his palm. However before he could check the other side f his hand the rope began to fall. d**n someone found it and knew what he had done.
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Post by Sicilya Maesto on Sept 19, 2007 0:53:42 GMT -5
Interesting! I would love to read more. Do write and post them up for us. Don't leave us hanging at the moment where he is falling.
For this part, didn't you say that the seals were making his hands weak so his right hand is weak.... I thought that was what the seal did.
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Post by Jonathan A. Keys on Sept 19, 2007 14:31:55 GMT -5
Before this it tells you that the seals feed directly from the strength in his hands, and the the seal in his right and is a composite one that had an unknown purpose.
Ill start it from the beggining and write it as a cereal.
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