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    Default Is This Fiction No Stranger Than Truth?

    It was quiet. So quiet you could hear a pen drop; so quiet that hours later, with the mournful screams of the pen's owner still ringing out across the countryside, the sound of the nib striking the hardwood floor straight on would still be clear in your mind's ear. I'm pretty sure it was a dark and stormy night. But the storm was kind of quiet.

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    Default Re: Is This Fiction No Stranger Than Truth?

    Quote Originally Posted by Niner View Post
    It was quiet. So quiet you could hear a pen drop; so quiet that hours later, with the mournful screams of the pen's owner still ringing out across the countryside, the sound of the nib striking the hardwood floor straight on would still be clear in your mind's ear. I'm pretty sure it was a dark and stormy night. But the storm was kind of quiet.
    and the darkness shielded the owner from the horrific sight of the nib striking the floor. It was only when the owner lit the oil lamp did the true carnage become known.

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    Default Re: Is This Fiction No Stranger Than Truth?

    Quote Originally Posted by Wile E Coyote View Post
    Quote Originally Posted by Niner View Post
    It was quiet. So quiet you could hear a pen drop; so quiet that hours later, with the mournful screams of the pen's owner still ringing out across the countryside, the sound of the nib striking the hardwood floor straight on would still be clear in your mind's ear. I'm pretty sure it was a dark and stormy night. But the storm was kind of quiet.
    and the darkness shielded the owner from the horrific sight of the nib striking the floor. It was only when the owner lit the oil lamp did the true carnage become known.
    These are the tines that try men's souls.

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