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Clicketyclack at 01:54, 1 July 2011

2011-07-01T01:54:02Z

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	The rain displaces the weeping still clinging to your lashes. The moonlight flickers off this gathered moisture, the only betrayer of your presence in the dark. Your toes feel the warmth seeping from the asphalt as you step out onto the deserted street. She has beckoned before. Many times you have heard her calling across the treetops, through the byways, past the windowpanes. But always you answer in your heart; never with your tread. In the daytime you often find yourself wondering if there is anything at the end of this road. If, you ran at a rapid gait the world would fall away or you would find yourself back at the beginning; a miniature world in a snow-globe. It's irrational of course to think that way. You fought it down often enough. You knew for certain that it didn't stop a few houses down and fade into shadows. But in the dark there was a portion of the road obscured by clouds and you waver. Quivering you stand before your milk-eyed Fate. The air tests his chill on your skin. The hair at your nape and along your arms snaps to attention.		The rain displaces the weeping still clinging to your lashes. The moonlight flickers off this gathered moisture, the only betrayer of your presence in the dark. Your toes feel the warmth seeping from the asphalt as you step out onto the deserted street. She has beckoned before. Many times you have heard her calling across the treetops, through the byways, past the windowpanes. But always you answer in your heart; never with your tread. In the daytime you often find yourself wondering if there is anything at the end of this road. If, you ran at a rapid gait the world would fall away or you would find yourself back at the beginning; a miniature world in a snow-globe. It's irrational of course to think that way. You fought it down often enough. You knew for certain that it didn't stop a few houses down and fade into shadows. But in the dark there was a portion of the road obscured by clouds and you waver. Quivering you stand before your milk-eyed Fate. The air tests his chill on your skin. The hair at your nape and along your arms snaps to attention.

ShadowWolf: seems the user blanked the page right as I moved it - lets restore the content for them :)

2011-06-29T01:30:17Z

seems the user blanked the page right as I moved it - lets restore the content for them :)

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	~~Nothing much~~ to ~~say~~, but I'~~m going~~ to put up ~~a short story~~ and see ~~how~~ it ~~goes over~~.		{{title}}{{DEFAULTSORT:The Rain Falls}}[[Category:Story]][[Category:Clicketyclack]]
			The rain displaces the weeping still clinging to your lashes. The moonlight flickers off this gathered moisture, the only betrayer of your presence in the dark. Your toes feel the warmth seeping from the asphalt as you step out onto the deserted street. She has beckoned before. Many times you have heard her calling across the treetops, through the byways, past the windowpanes. But always you answer in your heart; never with your tread. In the daytime you often find yourself wondering if there is anything at the end of this road. If, you ran at a rapid gait the world would fall away or you would find yourself back at the beginning; a miniature world in a snow-globe. It's irrational of course to think that way. You fought it down often enough. You knew for certain that it didn't stop a few houses down and fade into shadows. But in the dark there was a portion of the road obscured by clouds and you waver. Quivering you stand before your milk-eyed Fate. The air tests his chill on your skin. The hair at your nape and along your arms snaps to attention.

			A car-door slams in the distance.

			You jerk your head about checking for life- but hear nothing. You sigh in relief. Wouldn't want anyone to think you're a psychopath out here in the rain. Taking a few steps forward you carefully pick your way along the sidewalk, squinting to keep from stepping on broken glass. You see none and after a while you find yourself trying to keep the water out of your eyes.

			The moon is still waiting when you look up. You take full strides aware that even though you are soaked through the you are no longer shivering. You think to yourself that as long as you don't go too far you can easily walk back. -Since it feels so lovely here. You are beginning to walk down a steep incline and pick up speed. Laughing quietly to yourself you run on the balls of your feet reveling in oiled movement. It's quite delicious actually. You let your lips part from your mouth and open wide to take in the air. You feel the cold-burn heave of exerted breath though you have only run a couple steps. In a ripple you feel your hair prickle again and the rain no longer slides across clean skin. Your foot pumps against the hard ground and you can't feel the asphalt scrape any more, only the dull thud of your weight propelled forward. Your left foot connects with the ground with the same kinetic force but your rhythm is increasing and your heart is pumping hard. You are moving out of your two-count rhythm.

			It is difficult to keep this pace. You gasp. You are off balance. Your spine arcs painfully. You cry out. You put your arms out to catch yourself. You cannot stop moving because it is a hill so you stumble forward on your hands and feet. Your palms hold up well; adrenaline must be keeping you from feeling the scrapes. You over extend your arms in an attempt to stop and feel your legs stretch out behind you. Out, out, only the toes touch the pavement now stretched as far as they can go and the force causes your knees to pop out of joint. Both are trailing along in reverse. You feel your ribcage grate against the ground cruelly.

			The blow is severe. You feel your chest telescope into itself. Your stomach caves in as you brace for impact and try to bring your crooked legs in to shield your body.

			Somehow you kick off the ground, almost tripping on your jeans as they escape your waist. You place an arm out to steady yourself and let your hand roll smoothly across the ground. The right arm follows but this time you gain traction and with it increased stability. You realize with horror that the elastic of your underwear has managed to free itself. Reacting you turn your head and see that the base of your spine is aiding their progress. You wrench your eyes away unwilling to see and yet your ears still angle behind. They can hear your spine extending and you feel it bending countermeasure to your weight. You strain your mouth to scream again but this time your nose elongates and brings with it lips that wither into black and chin that smooths itself forward like a needle in the groove. Your teeth join the mutiny and raise themselves as worshipers of war.

			Your paws connect with the ground with a four-count rhythm as your claws entreat the paved earth. Your tail keeps time with graceful sways. You surge into the night; the image of silk-slick speed to do your worst.

ShadowWolf: moved User:Clicketyclack to User:Clicketyclack/The Rain Falls: story posted to main user-page rather than sub-page

2011-06-29T01:26:23Z

moved User:Clicketyclack to User:Clicketyclack/The Rain Falls: story posted to main user-page rather than sub-page

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Clicketyclack: Replaced content with 'Nothing much to say, but I'm going to put up a short story and see how it goes over.'

2011-06-29T01:26:05Z

Replaced content with 'Nothing much to say, but I'm going to put up a short story and see how it goes over.'

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	~~The Rain Falls~~		Nothing much to say, but I'm going to put up a short story and see how it goes over.


	~~The rain displaces the weeping still clinging~~ to ~~your lashes. The moonlight flickers off this gathered moisture~~, the only betrayer of your presence in the dark. Your toes feel the warmth seeping from the asphalt as you step out onto the deserted street. She has beckoned before. Many times you have heard her calling across the treetops, through the byways, past the windowpanes. But always you answer in your heart; never with your tread. In the daytime you often find yourself wondering if there is anything at the end of this road. If, you ran at a rapid gait the world would fall away or you would find yourself back at the beginning; a miniature world in a snow-globe. It's irrational of course to think that way. You fought it down often enough. You knew for certain that it didn't stop a few houses down and fade into shadows. But in the dark there was a portion of the road obscured by clouds and you waver. Quivering you stand before your milk-eyed Fate. The air tests his chill on your skin. The hair at your nape and along your arms snaps to attention.

	~~A car-door slams in the distance.~~

	~~You jerk your head about checking for life-~~ but ~~hear nothing. You sigh in relief. Wouldn~~'~~t want anyone~~ to think you're a psychopath out here in the rain. Taking a few steps forward you carefully pick your way along the sidewalk, squinting to keep from stepping on broken glass. You see none and after a while you find yourself trying to keep the water out of your eyes.

	~~The moon is still waiting when you look~~ up. You take full strides aware that even though you are soaked through the you are no longer shivering. You think to yourself that as long as you don't go too far you can easily walk back. -Since it feels so lovely here. You are beginning to walk down a ~~steep incline~~ and pick up speed. Laughing quietly to yourself you run on the balls of your feet reveling in oiled movement. It's quite delicious actually. You let your lips part from your mouth and open wide to take in the air. You feel the cold-burn heave of exerted breath though you have only run a couple steps. In a ripple you feel your hair prickle again and the rain no longer slides across clean skin. Your foot pumps against the hard ground and you can't feel the asphalt scrape any more, only the dull thud of your weight propelled forward. Your left foot connects with the ground with the same kinetic force but your rhythm is increasing and your heart is pumping hard. You are moving out of your two-count rhythm.

	~~It is difficult to keep this pace. You gasp. You are off balance. Your spine arcs painfully. You cry out. You put your arms out to catch yourself. You cannot stop moving because~~ it ~~is a hill so you stumble forward on your hands and feet. Your palms hold up well; adrenaline must be keeping you from feeling the scrapes. You~~ over extend your arms in an attempt to stop and feel your legs stretch out behind you. Out, out, only the toes touch the pavement now stretched as far as they can go and the force causes your knees to pop out of joint. Both are trailing along in reverse. You feel your ribcage grate against the ground cruelly.

	~~The blow is severe. You feel your chest telescope into itself. Your stomach caves in as you brace for impact and try to bring your crooked legs in to shield your body.~~

	Somehow you kick off the ground, almost tripping on your jeans as they escape your waist. You place an arm out to steady yourself and let your hand roll smoothly across the ground. The right arm follows but this time you gain traction and with it increased stability. You realize with horror that the elastic of your underwear has managed to free itself. Reacting you turn your head and see that the base of your spine is aiding their progress. You wrench your eyes away unwilling to see and yet your ears still angle behind. They can hear your spine extending and you feel it bending countermeasure to your weight. You strain your mouth to scream again but this time your nose elongates and brings with it lips that wither into black and chin that smooths itself forward like a needle in the groove. Your teeth join the mutiny and raise themselves as worshipers of war.

	Your paws connect with the ground with a four-count rhythm as your claws entreat the paved earth. Your tail keeps time with graceful sways. You surge into the night; the image of silk-slick speed to do your worst.

Clicketyclack at 01:23, 29 June 2011

2011-06-29T01:23:55Z

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	A car-door slams in the distance.		A car-door slams in the distance.

	You jerk your head about checking for life- but hear nothing. You sigh in relief. Wouldn't want anyone to think you're a psychopath out here in the rain. ~~Take~~ a few steps forward~~. You~~ carefully pick your way along the ~~road-edge~~ squinting to keep from stepping on broken glass. ~~There is~~ none and after a while you find yourself trying to keep the water out of your eyes.		You jerk your head about checking for life- but hear nothing. You sigh in relief. Wouldn't want anyone to think you're a psychopath out here in the rain. Taking a few steps forward you carefully pick your way along the sidewalk, squinting to keep from stepping on broken glass. You see none and after a while you find yourself trying to keep the water out of your eyes.

	The moon is still waiting when you look up. You take full strides aware that even though you are soaked through the you are no longer shivering. You think to yourself that as long as you don't go too far you can easily walk back. -Since it feels so lovely here. You are beginning to walk down a steep incline and pick up speed. Laughing quietly to yourself you run on the balls of your feet reveling in oiled movement. It's quite delicious actually. You let your lips part from your mouth and open wide to take in the air. You feel the cold-burn heave of exerted breath though you have only run a couple steps. In a ripple you feel your hair prickle again and the rain no longer slides across clean skin. Your foot pumps against the hard ground and you can't feel the asphalt scrape any more, only the dull thud of your weight propelled forward. Your left foot connects with the ground with the same kinetic force but your rhythm is increasing and your heart is pumping hard. You are moving out of your two-count rhythm.		The moon is still waiting when you look up. You take full strides aware that even though you are soaked through the you are no longer shivering. You think to yourself that as long as you don't go too far you can easily walk back. -Since it feels so lovely here. You are beginning to walk down a steep incline and pick up speed. Laughing quietly to yourself you run on the balls of your feet reveling in oiled movement. It's quite delicious actually. You let your lips part from your mouth and open wide to take in the air. You feel the cold-burn heave of exerted breath though you have only run a couple steps. In a ripple you feel your hair prickle again and the rain no longer slides across clean skin. Your foot pumps against the hard ground and you can't feel the asphalt scrape any more, only the dull thud of your weight propelled forward. Your left foot connects with the ground with the same kinetic force but your rhythm is increasing and your heart is pumping hard. You are moving out of your two-count rhythm.

Clicketyclack at 01:21, 29 June 2011

2011-06-29T01:21:51Z

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	The rain displaces the weeping still clinging to your lashes. The moonlight flickers off this gathered moisture, the only betrayer of your presence in the dark. Your toes feel the warmth seeping from the asphalt as you step out onto the deserted street. She has beckoned before. Many times you have heard her calling across the treetops, through the byways, past the windowpanes. But always you answer in your heart; never with your tread. In the daytime you often find yourself wondering if there is anything at the end of this road. If, you ran at a rapid gait the world would fall away or you would find yourself back at the beginning; a miniature world in a snow-globe. It's irrational of course to think that way. You fought it down often enough. You knew for certain that it didn't stop a few houses down and fade into shadows. But in the dark there was a portion of the road obscured by clouds and you waver. Quivering you stand before your milk-eyed Fate. The air tests his chill on your skin. The hair at your nape and along your arms snaps to attention.		The rain displaces the weeping still clinging to your lashes. The moonlight flickers off this gathered moisture, the only betrayer of your presence in the dark. Your toes feel the warmth seeping from the asphalt as you step out onto the deserted street. She has beckoned before. Many times you have heard her calling across the treetops, through the byways, past the windowpanes. But always you answer in your heart; never with your tread. In the daytime you often find yourself wondering if there is anything at the end of this road. If, you ran at a rapid gait the world would fall away or you would find yourself back at the beginning; a miniature world in a snow-globe. It's irrational of course to think that way. You fought it down often enough. You knew for certain that it didn't stop a few houses down and fade into shadows. But in the dark there was a portion of the road obscured by clouds and you waver. Quivering you stand before your milk-eyed Fate. The air tests his chill on your skin. The hair at your nape and along your arms snaps to attention.

	A car-door slams in the distance.		A car-door slams in the distance.

	You jerk your head about checking for life- but hear nothing. You sigh in relief. Wouldn't want anyone to think you're a psychopath out here in the rain. Take a few steps forward. You carefully pick your way along the road-edge squinting to keep from stepping on broken glass. There is none and after a while you find yourself trying to keep the water out of your eyes.		You jerk your head about checking for life- but hear nothing. You sigh in relief. Wouldn't want anyone to think you're a psychopath out here in the rain. Take a few steps forward. You carefully pick your way along the road-edge squinting to keep from stepping on broken glass. There is none and after a while you find yourself trying to keep the water out of your eyes.

	The moon is still waiting when you look up. You take full strides aware that even though you are soaked through the you are no longer shivering. You think to yourself that as long as you don't go too far you can easily walk back. -Since it feels so lovely here. You are beginning to walk down a steep incline and pick up speed. Laughing quietly to yourself you run on the balls of your feet reveling in oiled movement. It's quite delicious actually. You let your lips part from your mouth and open wide to take in the air. You feel the cold-burn heave of exerted breath though you have only run a couple steps. In a ripple you feel your hair prickle again and the rain no longer slides across clean skin. Your foot pumps against the hard ground and you can't feel the asphalt scrape any more, only the dull thud of your weight propelled forward. Your left foot connects with the ground with the same kinetic force but your rhythm is increasing and your heart is pumping hard. You are moving out of your two-count rhythm.		The moon is still waiting when you look up. You take full strides aware that even though you are soaked through the you are no longer shivering. You think to yourself that as long as you don't go too far you can easily walk back. -Since it feels so lovely here. You are beginning to walk down a steep incline and pick up speed. Laughing quietly to yourself you run on the balls of your feet reveling in oiled movement. It's quite delicious actually. You let your lips part from your mouth and open wide to take in the air. You feel the cold-burn heave of exerted breath though you have only run a couple steps. In a ripple you feel your hair prickle again and the rain no longer slides across clean skin. Your foot pumps against the hard ground and you can't feel the asphalt scrape any more, only the dull thud of your weight propelled forward. Your left foot connects with the ground with the same kinetic force but your rhythm is increasing and your heart is pumping hard. You are moving out of your two-count rhythm.

	It is difficult to keep this pace. You gasp. You are off balance. Your spine arcs painfully. You cry out. You put your arms out to catch yourself. You cannot stop moving because it is a hill so you stumble forward on your hands and feet. Your palms hold up well; adrenaline must be keeping you from feeling the scrapes. You over extend your arms in an attempt to stop and feel your legs stretch out behind you. Out, out, only the toes touch the pavement now stretched as far as they can go and the force causes your knees to pop out of joint. Both are trailing along in reverse. You feel your ribcage grate against the ground cruelly.		It is difficult to keep this pace. You gasp. You are off balance. Your spine arcs painfully. You cry out. You put your arms out to catch yourself. You cannot stop moving because it is a hill so you stumble forward on your hands and feet. Your palms hold up well; adrenaline must be keeping you from feeling the scrapes. You over extend your arms in an attempt to stop and feel your legs stretch out behind you. Out, out, only the toes touch the pavement now stretched as far as they can go and the force causes your knees to pop out of joint. Both are trailing along in reverse. You feel your ribcage grate against the ground cruelly.

	The blow is severe. You feel your chest telescope into itself. Your stomach caves in as you brace for impact and try to bring your crooked legs in to shield your body.		The blow is severe. You feel your chest telescope into itself. Your stomach caves in as you brace for impact and try to bring your crooked legs in to shield your body.

	Somehow you kick off the ground, almost tripping on your jeans as they escape your waist. You place an arm out to steady yourself and let your hand roll smoothly across the ground. The right arm follows but this time you gain traction and with it increased stability. You realize with horror that the elastic of your underwear has managed to free itself. Reacting you turn your head and see that the base of your spine is aiding their progress. You wrench your eyes away unwilling to see and yet your ears still angle behind. They can hear your spine extending and you feel it bending countermeasure to your weight. You strain your mouth to scream again but this time your nose elongates and brings with it lips that wither into black and chin that smooths itself forward like a needle in the groove. Your teeth join the mutiny and raise themselves as worshipers of war.		Somehow you kick off the ground, almost tripping on your jeans as they escape your waist. You place an arm out to steady yourself and let your hand roll smoothly across the ground. The right arm follows but this time you gain traction and with it increased stability. You realize with horror that the elastic of your underwear has managed to free itself. Reacting you turn your head and see that the base of your spine is aiding their progress. You wrench your eyes away unwilling to see and yet your ears still angle behind. They can hear your spine extending and you feel it bending countermeasure to your weight. You strain your mouth to scream again but this time your nose elongates and brings with it lips that wither into black and chin that smooths itself forward like a needle in the groove. Your teeth join the mutiny and raise themselves as worshipers of war.

	Your paws connect with the ground with a four-count rhythm as your claws entreat the paved earth. Your tail keeps time with graceful sways. You surge into the night; the image of silk-slick speed to do your worst.		Your paws connect with the ground with a four-count rhythm as your claws entreat the paved earth. Your tail keeps time with graceful sways. You surge into the night; the image of silk-slick speed to do your worst.

Clicketyclack: First experiment with TF story based on a recurring dream. Hopefully someone will enjoy it and it's intentional vagueness.

2011-06-29T01:20:32Z

First experiment with TF story based on a recurring dream. Hopefully someone will enjoy it and it's intentional vagueness.

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The Rain Falls

The rain displaces the weeping still clinging to your lashes. The moonlight flickers off this gathered moisture, the only betrayer of your presence in the dark. Your toes feel the warmth seeping from the asphalt as you step out onto the deserted street. She has beckoned before. Many times you have heard her calling across the treetops, through the byways, past the windowpanes. But always you answer in your heart; never with your tread. In the daytime you often find yourself wondering if there is anything at the end of this road. If, you ran at a rapid gait the world would fall away or you would find yourself back at the beginning; a miniature world in a snow-globe. It's irrational of course to think that way. You fought it down often enough. You knew for certain that it didn't stop a few houses down and fade into shadows. But in the dark there was a portion of the road obscured by clouds and you waver. Quivering you stand before your milk-eyed Fate. The air tests his chill on your skin. The hair at your nape and along your arms snaps to attention.
A car-door slams in the distance.
You jerk your head about checking for life- but hear nothing. You sigh in relief. Wouldn't want anyone to think you're a psychopath out here in the rain. Take a few steps forward. You carefully pick your way along the road-edge squinting to keep from stepping on broken glass. There is none and after a while you find yourself trying to keep the water out of your eyes.
The moon is still waiting when you look up. You take full strides aware that even though you are soaked through the you are no longer shivering. You think to yourself that as long as you don't go too far you can easily walk back. -Since it feels so lovely here. You are beginning to walk down a steep incline and pick up speed. Laughing quietly to yourself you run on the balls of your feet reveling in oiled movement. It's quite delicious actually. You let your lips part from your mouth and open wide to take in the air. You feel the cold-burn heave of exerted breath though you have only run a couple steps. In a ripple you feel your hair prickle again and the rain no longer slides across clean skin. Your foot pumps against the hard ground and you can't feel the asphalt scrape any more, only the dull thud of your weight propelled forward. Your left foot connects with the ground with the same kinetic force but your rhythm is increasing and your heart is pumping hard. You are moving out of your two-count rhythm.
It is difficult to keep this pace. You gasp. You are off balance. Your spine arcs painfully. You cry out. You put your arms out to catch yourself. You cannot stop moving because it is a hill so you stumble forward on your hands and feet. Your palms hold up well; adrenaline must be keeping you from feeling the scrapes. You over extend your arms in an attempt to stop and feel your legs stretch out behind you. Out, out, only the toes touch the pavement now stretched as far as they can go and the force causes your knees to pop out of joint. Both are trailing along in reverse. You feel your ribcage grate against the ground cruelly.
The blow is severe. You feel your chest telescope into itself. Your stomach caves in as you brace for impact and try to bring your crooked legs in to shield your body.
Somehow you kick off the ground, almost tripping on your jeans as they escape your waist. You place an arm out to steady yourself and let your hand roll smoothly across the ground. The right arm follows but this time you gain traction and with it increased stability. You realize with horror that the elastic of your underwear has managed to free itself. Reacting you turn your head and see that the base of your spine is aiding their progress. You wrench your eyes away unwilling to see and yet your ears still angle behind. They can hear your spine extending and you feel it bending countermeasure to your weight. You strain your mouth to scream again but this time your nose elongates and brings with it lips that wither into black and chin that smooths itself forward like a needle in the groove. Your teeth join the mutiny and raise themselves as worshipers of war.
Your paws connect with the ground with a four-count rhythm as your claws entreat the paved earth. Your tail keeps time with graceful sways. You surge into the night; the image of silk-slick speed to do your worst.