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~In a time with no trust~(A Rp. Feel free to join!)

Am'iira disdainfully stepped quietly through the trees, half hanging her head in shame. I was used. He didn't love me. Why would he defend me against those other deer? The snow under her hooves gave a crunchcrunchcrunch as she broke the top layer of ice. Spots of red accompanied the hoofprints behind her, the path leading from the terrible forest she once came from, into a new one.

Beaten and bloody, she made her way to the giant tree that others sought out for warmth. Other deer stared at her as she lay herself down, most openmouthed and disgusted. Some even left; but that didn't bother her, this happened on a normal basis. She was often shunned and ignored for her gray/white pelt, but she saw others as they left that bore the same colors. Were they not shunned for this?

"...Dangerous.... Bloody..... smells terrible...."

She leaned on giant root beside her body and let out a sigh, closing her eyes. She was exhausted. A new forest, new deer. New individuals to interact with. She heard it was a place of peace. She may as well start new, right? Why not?

With a sigh, she placed her head down on the hard ground and closed her eyes. She felt exausted, but sleep would not come; so she just decided to lie there.

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Dachshund dreams (shortstory)

She's fallen asleep. I'm still awake, typing away on my laptop. I look over to her, the still dachshund, dreaming dachshund dreams. She is buried in a pile of blankets, her head sticking out from them.

I continue to watch my computer screen, when I hear the faintest sounds. "Pip...pip...pip...", she speaks. I don't know what it means. Is she calling to me? Is she asking for help? Does she need me to rescue her from a nightmare?

I turn around to the bed, petting her head and whispering to her. She opens her eyes, looking at me without moving her head. I watch as her eyes slowly close, she's fallen asleep again.

And now I can't leave her side.

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HELP ME PLEASE

Hi can some one help me? i play endless forest its fun but.... i have a account here aviously but it wont show my pictogram and im not a fawn new players start as a fawn! can some one help me?
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Hey im meagan

Hi i'm meagan umm... if you want to know more about me or see my video of endless forest go on my youtube channel http://www.youtube.com/user/conquering7tide7fan?feature=mhum oh and i hope to see you on endless forest
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Metamorphose (poem)

In my early years I was a caterpillar.
I wanted the world for my own.
I had dreams but never thought they'd come true.
So I gathered and ate all that I could find.
I was greedy and selfish.

One day, I hid myself from the world.
I secluded myself from those around me.
I fell into a state of depression.
The cocoon wrapped and concealed me.
I did not want them to see.

And then I broke free from the sorrow.
I now could fly and fulfill my dreams.
I no longer took but gave instead.
The beauty of my soul was painted on my wings.
I became an inspired butterfly.
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Another kind of adoption (Non-TEF shortstory)

I was given away. My original owner tired of me. I miss them, but I suppose not everything will last. They put me in a garbage bag with other things - old shoes, clothes, a couple of hats, some old books...other things they decided to part with. I sat there in the darkness of the bag, I was crying but they couldn't tell.

It's hard...so very hard...to feel unwanted.

I was taken to a thrift store with the other things they decided to get rid of. I felt them drop the bag there, speaking a few times with the workers at the store. Then I heard the car door close. That was the last time I ever heard their voice.

I was taken in, dumped out of the bag. The things were sorted, including me. I saw others, some were crying, others were badly injured. A few were glad to move on.

They cleaned me and stapled a price tag onto my ear. $1.99...that is my worth. I was worth so much more when they first bought me brand new. I guess that's the price of something used and abandoned.

They took me and some of the others inside the store. They placed me on a shelf, where many others were at. They were much more hopeful than those in the back area - they believed that any day could be their day to be adopted. One by one, I saw people walk by, a few looked at me, but were more interested in someone else. I watched the others picked up and placed into a shopping cart. I watched them as they were taken away to their new lives.

I let out a sigh, thinking about what things would be like, wondering if and when I'd be adopted. I had the same fear as the others with me, that I may be rejected, that I may be thrown away. I was thankful that my previous owners gave me this chance, but it was only a chance, not a guarantee.

Moments passed. I had begun to lose my hope when you came along. You looked at me for just a moment, and that was all it took. You picked me up, petted me, smiled at me. And then you put me into your cart.
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My story Dragon Clan

I just thought that I would share some of my story, dragon clan with you guys. Its going to be great! This story is about a clan of dragons, fighting agiainst the wolves of Nor. The main character, Raven, plans to save her clans' dragons from the bloody claws of the wolves. She finds ways to make peace, within her clan and on the outside. On her travels, many lives are lost, but in the end they remain in peace. I think that its going to be great. I wonder if you guys will too. Here go's...
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Explode

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Pinkpaws ~Umay~ this is about Bree...

I draw Rhomnia which you saw and i was pretty happy with it and we both tried to draw Bree and she is a difficult one. just wondering if you have finished drawing her ~seeing as i fail so badly at drawing her but i can draw Rhomnia fine...~ AND I am thinking about getting the 'tablet' thing for my birthday Laughing out loud even though it's a long time away, AH WELL c:
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Holly on the Old Oak - Walter Scrooge




Holly on the Old Oak
Story 12

Walter Scrooge

Inspired by Terabetha





This is an adaptation of Charles Dickens novel, A Christmas Carol. It will not be completely true to the original, and I intentionally changed things.


“Dead as an old rotten mushroom…”, he spoke, looking down at his deceased partner. “Hmph…you were a good partner, Laghodessa. But you are no use to me dead.”

Walter Scrooge walked away from the body, walking toward the old place where he and Laghodessa worked in the Forest. The grumpy old stag worked with Laghodessa in the business of selling mushrooms to other deer in exchange for pinecones. For seven years, he continued the work alone, his disposition to the other deer terribly awful. They, in return, shunned him. No deer dared walk toward Walter, speak to him, even look him in the eye. One fawn walked by, unaware of who he was. “Merry Christmas, sir!”, he spoke. “Bah! Humbug!”, Walter spat. The fawn stopped, tilting his head. “Christmas? A humbug?”, he asked the old stag. Walter stopped, turning and glaring at the little one. “Why don’t you do the Forest a favor and decrease the census population?”, he spoke, turning and walking off without a reply.

Walter went to the old mushroom dealership where he worked. Silence was there, working away. Walter stopped and looked over to him, “I suppose you want all day off tomorrow?”, he spoke. “It only comes once a year. We’re going to have a Christmas feast.”, Silence replied. “And I suppose you want a full day’s pay, too?”, Walter questioned. “Well…”, Silence began, but Walter shook his head.
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