Post by Purga on Jan 19, 2021 15:00:30 GMT -5
Chapter One - Who am I going to be.
It was early in the morning and the sun had only just begun to rise, its gaze spread across the hills, over the stone wall and reflected a well designed water fountain made out of goldish yellow clay, and black marble. It began to rest upon the closed eyelids of Purge Tephra; the young man about to start his journey of coming of age. This journey would start with the question “Who do I want to be “. The light from the sun burst into the eyes of Mr Tephra as his world dawned with conviction, as his eyelids opened. The bright green of the grass, the strong gray of the stone wall and the midnight black and golden yellow fountain built by his long since passed great great grandmother when she was bored on a winter night all shored through his mind on this day.
Purga would take a deep breath and gather as much air as he could before, shouting out at the top of his voice “Good morning” followed by a longish yarn. “Hmm, I guess today i’m to practice my magic as I promised” Before starting his story board for the day Purga decided it was important to stretch as if he was about to conduct a massive workout. 10 minutes later.
Purga had finished his stretches and was about to begin practicing his magic, and just like that his grimoire appeared in front of him with three spells' situation on the front page. “Pluto”, “Block Shower” and “Slime-Limb”. With every word in their description, not to mention the names of the spells causing a shiver to sliver down his spine “Who named these?, do I really have to say...Block Shower”. Purga prepared himself and placed his right hand outwards towards the grassy fields before him “Block Shower”. Picturing how the spell worked in his head Purga would successfully created a meteor and impact the ground, smirking as the unforeseen chaos unfolded; “Oiii Oiii did you just create that hole in the ground?” “It wasn’t me, mum” “I just saw you, from the kitchen counter!” “It wasn’t me, it was my Twin” “You’re your own Twin?” “Correct it wasn’t me”. “Go take a shower and Margaret will take you to do one them jobs you like so much, I'd clear that up” “I swear it wasn’t me” ``Purga’s mother would place her hand on her forehead and would begin shaking her head from side to side”. “Hmm one more wouldn’t hurt?” “BLOCK SHOWER”. After that Purga would run from the crime scene shrugging his arms “It wasn’t me”
Post 1
WC: 440
T : 440
It was early in the morning and the sun had only just begun to rise, its gaze spread across the hills, over the stone wall and reflected a well designed water fountain made out of goldish yellow clay, and black marble. It began to rest upon the closed eyelids of Purge Tephra; the young man about to start his journey of coming of age. This journey would start with the question “Who do I want to be “. The light from the sun burst into the eyes of Mr Tephra as his world dawned with conviction, as his eyelids opened. The bright green of the grass, the strong gray of the stone wall and the midnight black and golden yellow fountain built by his long since passed great great grandmother when she was bored on a winter night all shored through his mind on this day.
Purga would take a deep breath and gather as much air as he could before, shouting out at the top of his voice “Good morning” followed by a longish yarn. “Hmm, I guess today i’m to practice my magic as I promised” Before starting his story board for the day Purga decided it was important to stretch as if he was about to conduct a massive workout. 10 minutes later.
Purga had finished his stretches and was about to begin practicing his magic, and just like that his grimoire appeared in front of him with three spells' situation on the front page. “Pluto”, “Block Shower” and “Slime-Limb”. With every word in their description, not to mention the names of the spells causing a shiver to sliver down his spine “Who named these?, do I really have to say...Block Shower”. Purga prepared himself and placed his right hand outwards towards the grassy fields before him “Block Shower”. Picturing how the spell worked in his head Purga would successfully created a meteor and impact the ground, smirking as the unforeseen chaos unfolded; “Oiii Oiii did you just create that hole in the ground?” “It wasn’t me, mum” “I just saw you, from the kitchen counter!” “It wasn’t me, it was my Twin” “You’re your own Twin?” “Correct it wasn’t me”. “Go take a shower and Margaret will take you to do one them jobs you like so much, I'd clear that up” “I swear it wasn’t me” ``Purga’s mother would place her hand on her forehead and would begin shaking her head from side to side”. “Hmm one more wouldn’t hurt?” “BLOCK SHOWER”. After that Purga would run from the crime scene shrugging his arms “It wasn’t me”
Post 1
WC: 440
T : 440
