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Dark Angel

PostPosted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 10:52 pm
by starstoryteller
This is what happens when you read, D.N.Angel...or at lest to me.... :shake:

Anyway on with the show :grin:


Dark Angel.





[I]Horaz Renato knew that he was taking a big risk by leaving the Order since he promised his heart and soul to the Order but he now that he was a high priest he knew it was from the devil and he could have no part of it. The day before he was just in the hall when he over heard the leaders talking together and he heard the greatest heresy that ever herd.

“Remember our loyalty lies with the Great Ha’Satan.â€

PostPosted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 11:37 pm
by starstoryteller
widdle bit ^_^

PostPosted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 12:57 am
by starstoryteller
its late at night so there might be errors. Also there is some swearing in Italian....... enjoy :grin:


[I] Many years latter a new challenger of the Order had come but this time it was an outsider. Nara Dwayne a young writer fresh out of school. She had heard about the shushed rumors and decided to take on the mammoth task for the journal she was writing for. The only thing that stood in her way was well…her directions.

“This is really pathetic! Where the heck is everything?â€

PostPosted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 11:03 pm
by starstoryteller
oh feh when ever I write my stories I end up spending a huge amount of time working on the over complicated plots and I never get to wirte ANY romance. :P

PostPosted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 12:28 am
by starstoryteller
And the last page of my short story. :dance: :rock:


[I]Four weeks later Nara was packing her bags in order to get ready to go home. She was done with her research, and all she needed to go home and edit it all together. She had many close calls with the corrupt local government or the Orders goons. But God protected her, or someone did…

She remembered last night in peculiar; she was rushing from her interview to her hotel in order to ovoid the rain storm. The rain poured, and lighting clashed with thunder. She stopped to peer up at the sky at the natural fireworks from the safety of the small eves. She loved thunder storms; they filled her with an excitement all the way to her toes. She didn’t mind the rain soaking her to the bone.
“You shouldn’t be out so late Bambina.â€