lunar_eclipse66
Joined: Mar 18th, '11, 18:00
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Mood: I can hear the wires pullin'
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Dolls and Chainsaws The sun was beginning to set, turning the sky orange in color as the lumberjack or arborist as some may call him, walked over to a tree with a colored tag on it.
“It looks like this is the next one,” he said as he lifted his chainsaw.
The orange color of the sky attracted his attention, and he realized it was getting late. Then he looked around to see how many more were left in the area of the woods he was working in. His eyes counted three other trees with colored tags wrapped around their trunks, and they were all separated by a considerable distance. He was tempted to just go home now and finish the job tomorrow. While he was still unsure, he turned to face the marked tree in front of him. It wasn’t too big. His plan was to cut down this tree before he left, this way he would only have to do three trees tomorrow and could collect his payment.
As the man lifted his chainsaw again, he heard a voice say, “Sir, She is coming.”
Looking down the man saw a fox standing next to his feet.
When the lumberjack began to stare blankly at the fox, it repeated itself, “Sir, She is coming.”
The lumberjack almost dropped his chainsaw when he heard the quiet, human-like voice come from the creature’s mouth. Then without repeating itself a second time the fox ran between the man’s legs, shouting, “Don’t struggle. It will only make it more difficult.” He only watched the fox pass a couple of trees when suddenly a woman jumped from the closest tree in his line of vision and landed in front of him.
She seemed young and landed on her feet like she had only jumped from two feet instead of twenty. She stood there in a plum colored corset, a charcoal-colored, sleeveless coat that stopped at her mid-thigh, and black, skin-tight pants that were tucked under pointed boots. One of her hands was still holding her hat steady, covering her eyes. The other hand had a coiled whip in it. Attached to her hip were two marionette controllers: one was worn, and the other was new.
A smile formed on her plum colored lips and the man became frightened. He didn’t know what was going on, but he already knew he didn’t want any part of it. He slowly took a step back but tripped. When he fell to his knees, he could have sworn he saw the fluffy tail of a fox moving away quickly, in the corner of his eye.
He tried to stand but before he could, there was suddenly a blade under his chin, pressing against his throat. He looked up and saw a man with dark hair hanging upside down from the lowest branch of the tree behind the lumberjack. The man had grey, emotionless eyes and two green-colored streaks running from his eyes and down his cheeks. In his hands was a scythe, and its blade was curled around the lumberjack’s neck.
The woman said the words that ran through his head at that moment, “Move, and you’re dead.”
Once her words escaped her lips, she held out her hand and a large black spider crawled from her shoulder to her palm. Then the spider launched itself from her palm to the lumberjack’s shoulder. The spider bit into his neck and his body became still. The colors of his brown eyes began to drain from his eyes and run down his cheeks like colored tears until all of the color was drained from his eyes and on his face were two brown streaks running from his eyes down past his cheeks. After that he was like a soulless body.
The woman reached for her new marionette controller and threw it in the air above the man’s body. The spider reached by jumping into the air and weaving thin strings that attached the body to the controller. When it was done, the spider jumped back onto the woman’s shoulder, and she picked up a small wooden marionette puppet sitting lying against the tree.
Once the puppet was secured to her side, she shouted, “Let’s go Cleatus.”
Instantly, the man with the scythe dropped from the tree and followed her without a word as she walked away from the falling sun.
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Real talk for a moment: Can we Go back to that month that Pokemon Go was released. Everyone was so happy and the only people down my throat were old men at work who complained about a cell phone app kids were playing. Can we have that? Please.
I'm an artwhore: x-broken-wish-x Silly Chu
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