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Subject: [somebody play with me]

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Frozen Dreams

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Date Posted: 20:15:55 12/14/02 Sat

Frozen Dreams
aaarghhh.... 500 words of nothing. Frozen Dreams needs a life. not tiresome memories. The young stallions auds pricked intently and indignation flashed in his eyes.
I do so have a life.
prove it m'boy.
shut up Faith. go away, go back to your own life.
Snorting angrily he prances away a few feet, as if to rid himself of an annoying comrade before he realises the uselessness of the gesture and falls back to a standing position. Looking up at the tree that adorned the hilltop he contemplated the fruit. stretching Splenius and Serratus cervicis he leaned toward the lower branches of the tree. Nostrils flaring he took in the bittersweet scent of th fruit that brightly decorated the patches of leaves. Pausing to consider this, as well as the chill breeze that was blowing through the valley, he wondered absently what season he was in. around christmas he decided, must be. what with the Snow Ball and all HE pondered why this od tree was still bearing fruit so late in season. he decided it was most deffinitely due to the odd temperature fluctuations valleys often had. still. some snow would be nice.. I look good in the snow he was well aware that the last thought gave away the image he portrayed for a while; that he could, sometimes avoid the vanity that dripped in excess from him at all hours. but he cared little. that was who he was right? Noticing another sleek equine form silhouetted against the inky blue-black of the night-time sky he trotted foreward, unsure in the dimness who it might be. He didn't care, he decided the angst building inside him crave release and he stole upon the still form, unsure of wether the creature saw him and was ignoring him, or hadn't acknowledged his presence as of yet he extended his muzzle and nipped shoulder gently, the energy was obvous in his eyes, eyes that sprakled like fallen stars within the boundaries of his countenance. he enunciated a single sentence that hung in the air, even as he pivoted on his left hind leg and cantered off again down the length of the valley.
Tag. you're it.
f r o z e n | d r e a m s
Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude

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