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Ruthlessly he quashed every memory and slowly walked away forever.

What a squalid hellhole, he thought, gingerly dropping his luggage.

A hushed reverence fell as utter, weighty darkness burst forth.

Fallen leaves crunch as they silently walk, hand in hand.

Peering between raised fingers, he squints into the blinding light.

Shallow depressions mark the only evidence of his long travails.

Fluid melodies pierce the crisp autumn morning air, calling endlessly.

Rivulets run down cupped hands, mixing slightly with salty tears.

Sallow earth dusts lightly as the herd lows and meanders.

Single, icy droplets fall with a mindless determination and gusto.

Small, barely noticed scratches mar the door's surface, crying escape.
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"I have not the drive to continue," he remarked sadly.
"I simply do not have it in me, and cannot."
"However shall I continue to write without any impetus?" "Electroshock?"
"Ha, very ha," he sarcastically remarked, "go soak your head."
"I'm shocked that you would say such a thing. Shocked!"
"Yes, well, you will be with the toaster along side."
"Not if it jams. Don't be so burnt out, now."
"Punny, very punny," he smirks, "but don't butter me up."
"Wouldn't dream of it, that'd be just nuts...bananas too."

I can't think of anymore puns, so I'm quitting now.
It's a shame, really. Could have been quite a laugh.
Ah well, such is life and all that, yes? No?!
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I know, sigh. Boy's got nothing more interesting to do.

Interestingly enough, that explanation too was ten words. Crazy, no?

I should just start talking in ten word phrases now.

What do you think? Is it madness, brilliance, or boredom?

Each thought self-contained, yet expressing of the whole.

Should a hyphenated word be considered two words, or one?

Feeling a bit mad, he ran off on a tangent.

No one ever saw him again, save everyone who did.

When in doubt, throw a fit, scream and shout, yes?

Listening to OK Go is hard to write poetry to.

When suddenly, more like eventually, she sat there, aimlessly idling about.

Spinning in place, contemplatively staring as the ceiling twirls by.

A beckoning shout ringingly echoes in the frigid morning air.
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Like a monkey, little Joey loved to fling his poo.

Once upon a time, in a little village, a girl.

Filled with remorse for his atrocities, Noran momentarily stopped whistling.

"I can fly!" screamed the future pancake as he fell.

"No you can't!" laughed the hungry and amused little crow.

The screams reverberated, piercingly, echoing madness; the dentist finishes up.

"What a pity," he remarked, "he did so love rhinos."

Face to face they glare unceasingly, challenging, baby versus rhino.

"Rhino? Really?" yells Spiderman, "Don't you know hippos *beat* rhinos?"

His face a mass of blood, he grins in triumph.

Gallons of bleach will clean anything, even this black sofa!

No perfume will rid us of this stench...your mom!

Will nothing we do ever rid us...of your mom? (sorry couldn't resist these last two)
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The girl walks the halls, never stopping, ever moving on.

He runs at every chance; soon they'll take his legs.

He values his thumbs, but more so his lucrative liver.

Warmly drenches the ruddy sun upon the lonely stone wall.

His laughing gaze languidly shifts to her golden specked eyes.

Burning through the night, the fire peaks in roaring maelstrom.

Eyes burn with acid tears falling too quickly to number.

Lullabies quiver in the midnight air like peals of laughter.

Liquid light pours from the tipping tureen, blazing and rich.

Colors bleed and blend, blurring in swift and lurid patterns.
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Dirt crunching expectantly, he slowly fills the too deep hole.

Once there was a time for such things; no more.

Feel you the changing current? I think he just farted...

When the wind blows he can hear her calling still.

He furiously devours the pages, one crunch at a time.

The juices flow and he feels the words bleed out.

"Oh look," he exclaimed, "the walls are bleeding! How novel!"
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Feeling alone, his breath wafts lazily across the barren wind.

"Dear sweet monkey," he curses as he spits and dies.

"Shall I compare thee to a winter's day, frigid bitch?"

Ever languidly aloft floats the delighted and joyous dust speck.

"I do believe my hand is missing!" he called suddenly.

When suddenly, a massive tide of fur enveloped the ridge.

"Please sir," she cried, "stay! For I must kill you!"
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"Save me!" he sobs as the bunny nuzzles his arm.

Slowly, so slowly, he inches his hand toward his sword.

As she watches, the slime devours her friend, then turns...

With a triumphant rallying call, they charge into the darkness.

Falling upon his swift blade, the creature looks briefly shocked.

Calling upon the might of Thor, Tretten grabs his hammer.

Calling upon the might of kittens, George dies quite swiftly.

Not knowing what to say, the man simply stares, horrified.

I don't think I have exactly enough of what might work thus far, but it occurs to me that one could cobble together quite a few interesting stories centered around these various 10 word stories I find myself enjoying. I think that once I make a few more, at least, I could attempt to puzzle some of 'em together. At the very least it could be like a really bizarre mad libs.
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A gate of liquid light, sending travelers across the stars.

"If I eat a tree," he said, "will you, too?"

The purple man draped himself over her car in protest.

Feeling frisky, he tied her boot strings to a leopard.

The green hills called to him, but his phone died.

Cursing his luck, he scrambles up the wall of organs.

Feeling rather drowsy, she closes her eyes in sweet repose.

"But if it melts," he mumbled, "how will I cheat?"

A hundred words bubbled up, only to be quashed again.

Her pen filling with jello, she dotted her last i.

Sleeping fitfully, the cat did not notice the house exploding.

Drippingly, muckfully oozes the rancid milk slowly over the brim.
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"Posting too much, you say?" he asked inquiringly, "Why, yes."

Potions for sale. Will cost only your health to acquire.

"This troll's blood is delicious!" he exclaimed, "but needs salt."

One day, Pinocchio became a real boy, starving them both.

Then they all burst into song, ignoring the oncoming traffic.

"Woe!" he cried, "my dog is dead, but not I!"

For whom tolls the bell? I think it's that guy.

In that instant, all was still, and all calm again.

Shining down, the sun glaring, hitting his eyes, he tripped.

How the hell did a spider have a sword?! Magic!

It was not I! I ate only one child today!

Writhing in agony, cursing the drink...but mostly the concussion.

In splendid colors flowers bloom, my allergies aflame with joy...

He spent his nights alone, killing spiders for the silk.

His soul shattered, adrift on the wind, see him weep.

Soul stone long gone, he flees like a little girl.

His oiled beard glistens in the wind, distracting from baldness.

"Preposterous," he huffs, "there's no such thing as a dragon!"
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Note, these are going to be a hodge podge of topics, subjects and the like.

"I've got nothing," he dejectedly sighed. "Where are my kudos?" (Alternatively, "Where my bitches at?", "Where are my pants?", or "Where are my nipples?")

"Lana? I have a secret, but I can't tell you."

Murlocs ate your family? Do you want the undigested remains?

What do you mean, "out of mana"?! I'm dying here!

No, I will not, "giv u teh golds"; shut up.

I'd be a fool not to buy Rogue insurance! Wait...

Mostly free portal to Ironforge! Probability of splinching relatively small!

Clark is Superman on Smallville? Duh! He doesn't wear glasses!

I could really go for some pudding. What? Out?! Noooo!
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Last week, the guys down at Penny Arcade decided to hold a nifty little contest involving ten word stories. As they put it:

you must write a short story, set in World of Warcraft, and this story must be precisely ten words long. [...] This contest is easy and fun. At least, for me! But Gabriel has told me that I cannot win, so you've got a shot. Something along these lines, maybe:

His father's sword, shattered to the hilt, fell like stars.

It doesn't have to be especially epic, it merely needs to ring true. For example:

"Help," he cried. "My dick is stuck in this Treant!"

See what I mean? It paints a picture. You know everything you need to know about the dick and the Treant.

Naturally, I leapt at the challenge...from my chair, which involved little to no actual movement. Anyway, as I was attempting to write my entry ("Damned Rogues!" he fitfully cursed. "I should have rolled one."), I realized just how potent and fun such a challenge can be; and for any subject.

Basically, I want to try to write a bunch of 'em, and not just for World of Warcraft. And feel free to write some of your own as well, be it here or wherever.


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