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Post by kevinguy247 on Apr 6, 2010 21:52:24 GMT -5
I agree. It'd sure be a shame to let a story this good die!?!?
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Post by varalidaine on Apr 11, 2010 16:06:26 GMT -5
Mashuga looked at the hand woven basket and gently relieved it of Angeline. Though it looked much heavier and much rougher, the basket was surprisingly light and soft. It felt as if it were made of silk. Unsure of what exactly he was to do with the basket, MAshuga gazed at the others and began to copy their actions. Reaching out towards one of the bright red flowers, Mashuga closed his fingers around it and plucked it from the soil. Then he felt someone watching him and quickly looked to see who it was. A tall man with black hair came towards him, a cross expression on his face.
"Do you know what you are doing?" He asked, skeptical. "Uh.. Picking a flower?" MAshuga looked into his basket at the plant he had just picked, and was surprised to see it had already wilted and died. "Did you ask the flowers permission to pick it?" The man looked down at the crusted petals and then back at MAshuga with slightly saddened eyes. "Um, was I supposed to?" Bright red flushed across Mashuga's cheeks as he realized that all the other children were whispering words to the plants before they picked them. "Yes, you should always ask permission from the plants before you pick them. This way the shock doesn't over take them and they stay alive longer... It is also polite... You may try again, as I am sure you are new here, but be sure to ask the flowers next time." The man left MAashuga in a state of confuseion, his long white cloak billowing out behind him as he walked away. This man seemed strangly less brilliant than all the adults Mashuga had met before him. More human.
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Post by Benyamin on Apr 11, 2010 22:16:40 GMT -5
Mashuga looked back at the flowers and knelt down to a bright red one. "Uhhh... May I pick you?" The plant seemed to grow more rigid and brilliant. He delicately wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the plant and plucked it out of the ground. The flower immediately grew softer and wilted a little, though remaining bright. Mashuga continued, picking flowers until his basket was full, contemplating the answers this brought and the questions it raised.
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Post by mashuga31 on Apr 18, 2010 15:36:55 GMT -5
Walking back to the farmhouse, he began thinking about what a strange place this was... flowers that need permission to be picked, people with bat wings, and... "Ow, watch where your going!" "Sorry I... uh," Mashuga looked around, there was no one in sight. "Down here," the voice said patiently. A decent sized cat stared up at him with bright golden eyes. It's brown fur glinted in the sunlight. "Your new here aren't you? Well take a word from the wise, don't trust everything that they tell you." Giving Mashuga a quick wink, it scurried off hurriedly into the nearby field. "Did I... just..." He shook his head abruptly, interrupting the thought, and started up walking again.
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Post by mashuga31 on May 25, 2010 23:33:57 GMT -5
(I'm going to add a little bit more to this in an attempt to revive it's chocolaty goodness.) His gaze wasn't directed at the field or the house, but at the strange manifestation of curious beauty waiting for him at it's porch. He stopped thinking about everything that seemed out of place. Now standing in front of Angeline, Mashuga looked slightly up at her smile and then into her eyes. Somehow he knew that he could trust her. He looked around him at the field and the many children wandering it. There were so many questions he wanted to ask her but only one came to mind: "How are you?" He asked.
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