- This Toy played a melody each time the death of a being had passed. If heard, the melody would be the last thing that would ever reach your ears.A lonely man in a quite pretty house not to far from town, had this Toy since he was a child. He had died from a fire, leaving two children behind, one he didn’t know existed, the other he lived with. It did not seem that they loved for they never talked.
- by Rubb3r Ducki3 |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 10/26/2008 |
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- Title: The Night Player
- Artist: Rubb3r Ducki3
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Description:
I had made this from a dream
It was put in my journal
I read it and decided to put it in the arenas - Date: 10/26/2008
- Tags: night player
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Comments (4 Comments)
- weirdfreak1243r - 05/05/2009
- .....WOOOWW!!! I want a dream like that....lol
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- Xx_BrokenCrystal_xX - 12/25/2008
- ..............woah
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- Xx Danni Red xX - 12/22/2008
- whoa
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- lippser - 10/26/2008
- um okay.......... wow.....
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