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Rock the Ring The static exploded from the speakers, deafening everyone on the grounds. Dust and sand particles hung in the air, creating clouds of thick brown. The sun beat down on the riders, sinking into the fabrics of their dark hunt coats, making the heat drain their energy. Bees buzzed around the soft crushed velvet of helmets and flies swarmed the trailers, trying to find food to fill their tiny bellies. Shifting their gleaming hindquarters and stamping their feet, the horses can sense the nervousness of their riders. The air is stained with excitement, anticipation and anxiety.Rock the Ring
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Don't Jump-Part IVPart IV: Bill’s POV Bill stumbled up the stairs to his hotel room. Fat tears streamed down his face, as more racked through his chest, shaking his frail figure. People stared as he fumbled with the key to the room. Dropping the tiny card once and then proceeding to put it in backwards. “G-D DAMNITT!!” Bill sobbed shoving the card back in finally getting the click allowing Bill to enter the room. He slammed the door and slumped against it slowly falling to the carpeted floor. “Why-?” He sobbed into his hands, black makeup smudged as heDon't Jump-Part IV
by ~cows-go-moo-101
Don't Jump: Part VPart V: Tom’s POVDon't Jump: Part V
Tom stared blankly at the roof edge. He hoped that the person who was allegedly on the roof was not Bill. He prayed to G-d it was not him. Tom looked at Georg whose face was also stricken with fear. Bill was his best friend, and Gustav and Tom’s as well. The person walked to the edge of the roof and nonchalantly stepped up. Tom’s heart sank to his stomach. No one could misinterpret the tall, skinny figure of Bill. Nor the shoulder-length black and blond hair that blew in the wind. Without thinking, Tom jumped over the barricad
by ~cows-go-moo-101
Don't Jump: Part 6Part six: Bill’s POVDon't Jump: Part 6
Bill felt the cold winter’s breeze pick up as more snow started to fall. He had made it to the edge of the roof and was not turning back. Bill opened his eyes and looked down. He was taken back by how many people there were crowding in the streets. They must know it’s me…he thought sighing. Bill scanned the crowd and saw Georg and Gustav standing by the gates, but Tom was no where to be found. His heart grieved and more tears started to fall. He knew that he would do it; since Tom obviously didn’t care nay anymore
by ~cows-go-moo-101
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- Current Residence: away from you
- Interests: meh ponehs <33
- Favourite movie: MADAGASCAR BABY!!!!!!! CREEPY BIG EYED FREAK!!!!!
- Favourite band or musician: too many to count
- Favourite genre of music: ^
- Favourite artist: ^
- Favourite poet or writer: idk
- Favourite photographer: one who takes pics of me and meh poneh
- Favourite style of art: idk
- Operating System: huh?
- MP3 player of choice: meh ipod
- Favourite cartoon character: POOH <33
- Personal Quote: *The color of the ribbon doesnt matter, I know we did our best. All that matters is that we tried*&l
- Tools of the Trade: my mind...
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The color of the ribbon doesnt matter, I know we did our best. All that matters is that we tried our best, and reached our goal of working together.*
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