Room #112

Artimist

Active Member
Inactive
Dec 16, 2006
25
Artimist walked in the room. "Wow" He said being that he hadn't lived in a real home for about two years. He sat on the bed and lie down. He just sat there and then looked at the drooping plant on the dresser next to the bed. "Grev'iera Du Gro" He said in an odd voice and the flower bloomed brighter than the days sun. He laid back in bed and closed his eyes.
 

Artimist

Active Member
Inactive
Dec 16, 2006
25
Artimist walked inside. He lay on his bed. He had a headache for a reason unknown to him. "Ugh." He yelled. A pain started to rush through his head. He heard a voice in his head. 'Alivion' Calidor' ju livih sin'dorse melione thortaru.' "Who are you!" "What Are You!" he shouted. 'Calm down' the voice said. "Why did you say Alivion' Calidor' ju livih sin'dorse melione thortaru!" No thought Artimist I said it. Artimist silently passed out.


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Artimist woke up. "Where am I?" He said. A Little flower creature was jumping on his chest, "What are you?" The flower didn't answer. He ran out of his room and shut the door. And he left
 
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