
Scampering through the trudgemuck on his mission position to the dangerous hilltop abode, Harry binoculars ahead sponging his hobbit brow. A shlong journeyromp lies ahead. Onwards upwards bootwards and legcramp will be the niceties lei'd upon heroe Harry's hairy shoulders. Robinhood quiver shouldered for erection protection, leather animal stomach satchel filled with naturemorselmunch.
He is shreddy.
Harry kneels, sneering dietyward, "Puppetteer! I rob days from you! Journeywise I point my gnarled pointers. Try to hinder, try to forecast waterice and gust! Cloudover and retire, I to brimstonefire rage - a juggernauted rollingthunder, not above or below to be denied. Vacate the skyward haven - overbear another sloor journyman roustabout deserving stoppage, NOT! I!"
Blunder cracks. Gusts gust. Electroshock sky ignites. Harry rises, mudcovered boot ahead of the other. Ascension. Closer to hilltop danger, robin hood and firesword ready, groanpuffs bellow, rumble rock and tree tumble.
Close to the crimson chest thumper, Harry thumbs paperette likeness to imprisonatta beauteous. "Savior I." Filthmuck slowing pace, waterice falls; freezes and cleanses. Thanknot and chillcrunch Harry mucks up to threshold terrorchamber. Clunkwood knocker... creak... eminating beastheat loosens tendontight cadaverpose. Cautionless and headstrong Harry, stompmarch castlestone stairs. Upanddown abovebelow, hotter grows Robinhood tremble aims.
Boomsurprise fireblast singe. Facefire burns. Yelpgroan heavenward grumble. Painridden diveroll. Adrenilunge! Sidejabstab, powerflash thick crimson lifemilk puncture. Beastcurdlethrash! Painruptured Harry hyperheaves oxygen. Bellyup on warm and bloadsoaked dungeoncastlestone. Like spent postrapture new lovers, beast and Harry neardeath embrace.
Blackout.
Cometo.
Shiningglowface beauteous thankful toothgrins. Harry binoculars sky above, cloudless background. Heavybreathchockes, ribache, filthcoat doesn't distract. Beauteous is faceclose and free. Savior Harry erects and armraises, "Beauteous, for you hillward trudgethump. For you, sufferpain. For you, frozendeathmarch. For you, beastmurder risktaker. For you, I know not why."
"Stranger. Thanks. Heroic and awesomerumble display. Reward ensues, post healtime, and cleanup. No more castlestorming beastbludgeon!"
"Beauteous. I, Harry, painridden and bloodcrunch juggernaut to oblige. Thanks received understood all, but I changenot cannot."
"But Harry why?"
"Beauteous, name please for trophycase remembrance."
"... ... Sharon."
"Sharon." Harry uprights and turns. Walkaway overshoulder worldweary backlook, dirtface wink, "'Tis done."
Monday, March 31, 2008
The First Tale Of Harry
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