lotuswrench

I found my old Tangerine Dream records today, and after throwing them on was reminded of a dream I had about 7 months ago. Thought I'd try to get it written up, and here it is:
http://victoria.tc.ca/~hcm-402s/DREAM.TXT

Haven't done any writing in a few years, so please be nice?

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writesalot

Never give a link for people to click on to go read your story....ALWAYS post it. People here on WF don't like it too much...

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BookLover

And the link doesn't open up.

It says I don't have permissions.

lotuswrench

I must've not activated that on the server.
I could either fix that, or play by your rules and type it in here. It may be suck doing so in LYNX, but I'll give it a go.

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Ben

Copy and paste perhaps?

lotuswrench

LYNX seems to crash everytime I do that.

Got any bright ideas? I've got give'r.

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lotuswrench

The hiss of the waves hitting the rocks to the far left of me was all I could hear. Smells of drying salty kelp wafted past my nose. My face was damp, and a bit numb from the cold.
I opened my eyes.A stones throw away from me was a gangly old man squatting in amongst pebbles. I grew curios, and walked towards him. He was wearing a tweed cap, and matching coat, old leather shoes, and brown slacks. After returning a soap bar sized rock to its proper location, hiding the tiny crabs beneath it, he turned to me and spoke.
"There haven't been any dragons here for a very long time", he said, as I read a warmth muffled by sadness in behind his wrinkled old face.
I turned away. disappointed, only to have my eyes dragged up to the sky by the majestic sound of a serpentine dragon flapping its majestic wings against the dreary sky. It slithered drawing beautiful curved patterns above me, and landed next to an overbearing reptilian beast, about the size of an elephant.
It attacked the angry mess of scales and teeth before it. The battle was quick, and furious, an entwinement of wings, claws, fangs, inhuman screeches, and snorts. The dragon stood over its defeated foe, as the man came behind me and rested his hand on my shoulder.
"It deserves a proper burial", he said.
The beast was buried in a sand plot with a frame of wood logs. A few of its ribs arched over the head of the site, acting as a grave marker. After a few minutes of pause to contemplate its actions, while studying the grave, the dragon took off, and headed out to sea.
I bade the old man farewell.


it's crammed together and poorly formatted because of the way lynx handles text forms. I also kept on crashing it when trying to paste it over from Word.

I really ought to invest in something better than freenet.

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