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Quote Of Ariel—the 500 Word Challenge Of, Sitten Fattened—King Of Totkogae
an adventure
Like an overexposed photograph, if a picture is worth one-thousand words—our story howsoever entailed is entrailed with life, therefore worth telling. Albeit, stricken by inexperienced shudders of undarkened shutters—peculiar to that setting, this'll scroll out to be only half a tale; overexposure claiming the other fifty-percent of the film, blinding us to the action that was clear to the light.
My father wasn't always a Badmen, although of no consequence; he was murdered by henchmen hired by them. And it was in this way, Vileman, took sole control of Jushran, the city of my birth. But not of Tol, the Kingdom of my birth. Then enacting alone, Vileman relentlessly hunted my two adopted sisters and I, into the Tol River.
They're avid swimmers—I wasn't. We miraculously made it, opposite the rivershore our own, however, we're now face-to-face with its monarch.
Sitten Fattened King, scoots his hefty-lavish throne closer to me, staring me down, as if he were looking for something already hidden within his many folds—robes of flesh, or garbs gaurding the gluttony—I shouldn't care; nothing remains of his reprobate soul obviously encroaching. He moves about as on an ordinary chair, never removing the two-souled...
Like an overexposed photograph, if a picture is worth one-thousand words—our story howsoever entailed is entrailed with life, therefore worth telling. Albeit, stricken by inexperienced shudders of undarkened shutters—peculiar to that setting, this'll scroll out to be only half a tale; overexposure claiming the other fifty-percent of the film, blinding us to the action that was clear to the light.
My father wasn't always a Badmen, although of no consequence; he was murdered by henchmen hired by them. And it was in this way, Vileman, took sole control of Jushran, the city of my birth. But not of Tol, the Kingdom of my birth. Then enacting alone, Vileman relentlessly hunted my two adopted sisters and I, into the Tol River.
They're avid swimmers—I wasn't. We miraculously made it, opposite the rivershore our own, however, we're now face-to-face with its monarch.
Sitten Fattened King, scoots his hefty-lavish throne closer to me, staring me down, as if he were looking for something already hidden within his many folds—robes of flesh, or garbs gaurding the gluttony—I shouldn't care; nothing remains of his reprobate soul obviously encroaching. He moves about as on an ordinary chair, never removing the two-souled...
