Marigold chains: Chapter One
Just to let you know... this story was written at 2:05 in Germany on Christmas day (under the influence of caffiene, alchahol and lack of niccoteen), it's my first real non documentary, non verse peice... I really shouldn't be writing like this but... meh.
Disclaimer: This story contains stuff that the US gov't probally likes, please don't let this discourage you from reading it though. Since the story has no plot or characters, I will pull these out of mah ass as I go allong, I can't tell you if there is any adult content in it yet. My recomendation is to pretend your at least 16, cos then you can argue that "straight men can shag and marry at my age, i can join the army, and die, at my age... but I can't read a peice of literature which is slightly contraversial, cos I'm my age?" -- Peace out!
-- thesymbolofrevolutionintheukisthedoublebarreledshotgun AKA
-- radical edward AKA
-- bunnyboi
Chapter One:
She sat in her dreams, with him in her arms, casting no shadow on the ground below. Nothing could be better, they sat, in a feild of dandilions, watching the sun set, below the supermarket below them.
The oil seed rape in the field to the east blowing pollen into their green eyes, making them wheeze and cry.
"Marigold?" Said Daisychain.
"What is it hun?"
"Why is it that when the sun sets, everything is allright?" Queried the young fox.
"Hehehehe... it isn't hun. Everything is just harder to see at night"
She held her friend tight as he shed a tear, which was caught in her paw. The sun now had decended beneith the mask of "Tesco". His face was turned to face, with the tear returned to his fur, hers. She spoke to him about the wonders of the world, the night's air carressing their fur, the universe, and of love. Daisy remained silent, until the clouds reflected the lights of the moon, the stars, and Oxford. He spoke of his love, and they seemed to share in it, he spoke of the flowers, he spoke of the trees, he spoke of the government, and of boys.
"Never leave my side. Promise me, never leave my sight and you will allways be safe."
He held Mari tight, "Thanks sis... I love you".
"I love you too bro"
They held each other in the shadow of the world, the darkness of the night, and the sanctity of each other's love. They weren't really related, in their society the females were the dominating sex, and it had been decided, by society, that they were to be mates. Daisychain was only 14 years old, and that made Mari 19.
She passed him some beautiful death, lit it for him and then joined him. The smoke danced in the night sky, telling stories, casting spells, and throwing shadows around the world. They fell asleap slowly, and repeatidly, each worrying that the other had something more to say. They put the sticks to their mouths and washed away their sins, worries, and fears. Sleep finally overtook them and they lay in each others arms, as the world woke.
It was 2+2 (13:00) when their parents walked through their field. With a gun in one paw and a paw in the other, they saw them lying on the floor, casting no shaddow, exhausted and peacefull, oh how society was proud of that sight, true love and children. They left the two "love birds" to sleep, assuming their night had been buisy, and floated off in each other's paws to kill the birds of love (and let love birds lie, duh!).
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So I can write! Uhh I think, (is far too drunk for his size). Please inform the bunny if he can indeed write or if he should stay away from champaign(sp?) until he weighs over 10 Stone! Email me at [email protected] and I will put more males into my ramblings, and include penises and the other things that sleepy people get excited about before forgetting completely what they were do....
*listens to boulivard of broken dreams* night y'all! and a merry christmas from drunk europe!
Love -- Bunnyboi xx!
I love the 4000 char limit this much!
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(ps I love you even more little_fox!)