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Glacier Bay Cove
11:10:58 Arctic Katz
None of my new foals have any of those
Arvalon Studs
11:10:45 Tosk's KNN
And he's prlprl too. Pft.
Arvalon Studs
11:10:03 Tosk's KNN
Seriously... again?
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Just give me the third w...
Nightingales Ridge
11:06:09 Issy
Voted! Eeek I miss doing art
Nightingales Ridge
11:01:23 Issy
I was ready to leave for work and they called to say not needed 😭 dang zero hour contracts
Glacier Bay Cove
11:00:11 Arctic Katz
Just got done voting
SCF Sporting Chance
10:58:06 SCF/Gibbs
Don't forget to vote for your favorites in the Artists Rumble. -HEE Click-
Lynx Glory
10:55:50 ⛈ whisper/lynx
thanks glacier :)
Lynx Glory
10:55:42 ⛈ whisper/lynx
thank you roan!
congrats on the W capture <3
Foal Me Once Farms
10:54:29 Roan🦋⃤
lynx

He's gorgeous!
Glacier Bay Cove
10:53:30 Arctic Katz
Both nice horses
Lynx Glory
10:52:32 ⛈ whisper/lynx
-HEE Click-
lookie!
Foal Me Once Farms
10:52:04 Roan🦋⃤
-HEE Click-
First caught W combo not bad!
Lynx Glory
10:45:38 ⛈ whisper/lynx
And capture 3 triple Premium horses for 35k TT
Lynx Glory
10:45:18 ⛈ whisper/lynx
Capture a double Premium White horse for 15k..
Broadway
10:43:27 
Elf, oh she's so pretty!
Nightingales Ridge
10:43:22 Issy
Lovelyyy
Fairytale Paints
10:42:51 Im Elf
Best I got this RO
And I'm not complaining
Lol
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Broadway
10:38:45 
Thank you Night <3 They're so cute!
Nightingales Ridge
10:38:00 Issy
Nice Broadway 🥰 I have a soft spot for KNN

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Glacier Bay Cove
11:10:58 Arctic Katz
None of my new foals have any of those
Arvalon Studs
11:10:45 Tosk's KNN
And he's prlprl too. Pft.
Arvalon Studs
11:10:03 Tosk's KNN
Seriously... again?
-HEE Click-

Just give me the third w...
Nightingales Ridge
11:06:09 Issy
Voted! Eeek I miss doing art
Nightingales Ridge
11:01:23 Issy
I was ready to leave for work and they called to say not needed 😭 dang zero hour contracts
Glacier Bay Cove
11:00:11 Arctic Katz
Just got done voting
SCF Sporting Chance
10:58:06 SCF/Gibbs
Don't forget to vote for your favorites in the Artists Rumble. -HEE Click-
Lynx Glory
10:55:50 ⛈ whisper/lynx
thanks glacier :)
Lynx Glory
10:55:42 ⛈ whisper/lynx
thank you roan!
congrats on the W capture <3
Foal Me Once Farms
10:54:29 Roan🦋⃤
lynx

He's gorgeous!
Glacier Bay Cove
10:53:30 Arctic Katz
Both nice horses
Lynx Glory
10:52:32 ⛈ whisper/lynx
-HEE Click-
lookie!
Foal Me Once Farms
10:52:04 Roan🦋⃤
-HEE Click-
First caught W combo not bad!
Lynx Glory
10:45:38 ⛈ whisper/lynx
And capture 3 triple Premium horses for 35k TT
Lynx Glory
10:45:18 ⛈ whisper/lynx
Capture a double Premium White horse for 15k..
Broadway
10:43:27 
Elf, oh she's so pretty!
Nightingales Ridge
10:43:22 Issy
Lovelyyy
Fairytale Paints
10:42:51 Im Elf
Best I got this RO
And I'm not complaining
Lol
-HEE Click-
Broadway
10:38:45 
Thank you Night <3 They're so cute!
Nightingales Ridge
10:38:00 Issy
Nice Broadway 🥰 I have a soft spot for KNN

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The Swamp March 14, 2022 09:16 PM


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On a clear evening --deep in the southernmost part of Florida-- a man sat upon his porch, creaking back and forth in a weathered rocking chair. A low, droning buzz rose from the swamp. Years of life on the bayou had taught him that this indicated mosquitos rising in swarms, preparing for the oncoming summer months.

In waves they would wash over the shores of mud that encased the swamp. Bubbling water, colored vomit green and umber brown, was the birthplace of the swarms that devoured the land each year. In the eyes of the man, it would be a harsh summer; temperature records had already been shattered and it was only the onset of the long, sweltering months to come. Pale blue eyes, set deep in creases of tanned skin, scanned the horizon, waiting for the buzzing to cease. It did not. Previous years had brought mild mosquito seasons; this summer was different. Buzzing droned in his ears and consumed his consciousness. They were coming for him.

The man rose unsteadily from his rocker; a wrinkled hand grasping firmly the feeble arm of the chair. Pale blue eyes flicked back and forth, observing the dark crevices of the swamp that lay before him. The droning resounded vehemently. For a moment he realized his foolishness and slowly sank back down into the rocker. There was no need to leave, the murmur would remain in the swamp, he would remain on the porch.

Rays of sunlight filtered through the dense foliage above the man. Evenings in Florida were quick; the final light of the afternoon plummeting quickly into the depths of night. Rocking quicker the man’s old eyes criticized the ever darkening swamp before him. His heart rate rose steadily. The elderly man chuckled to himself and finally stood. Sitting was a waste of time, instead of causing himself unnecessary trepidation he figured that it would be best to leave the porch and take a stroll among the palmettos.

A single lamp was lit, hanging on the front post of his porch. It oscillated softly in the gentle evening breeze. Dull light emanated from the lantern, barely illuminating the surrounding area. Hobbling down his walkway, he extended an aged hand to rustle the branches of the palms. A murmur rose once more from the swamp. Hastily the man’s eyes flashed up. He peered unseeingly into the darkness, searching for what he knew caused the annoyance.

“Silence, silence,” he muttered softly into the salty breeze.

Gloom canvassed the landscape as stars appeared above. With the dawn of night came the presence of the nocturnals. Hissing noises could be heard from the gators that inhabited the putrid waters. The decrepit man found himself wandering off the path of his home and into the swamp.

His eyes were weak and fumbled over the surroundings, searching for a recognizable landmark. The buzzing droned on. He reeled around in the darkness searching for the source of that troublesome, grating sound. He could only make out a mere shadow in the ever darkening woods. The gnarled voice barked out a low greeting, assuming the shadow belonged to a fellow wanderer. No reply was offered. Stumbling over twisted roots of cypress trees the man found that his shoes were becoming sodden with the sunless waters of the shore. Looking down he realized the filthy water had risen to the cuffs of his jeans. Frantically he sloshed backwards, eager to free himself from the mucky grasp of the bog.

As he thrashed the night grew still. The sounds of the bayou ceased and from the darkness a set of glowing eyes locked upon him in his struggle. No longer was the buzzing rising from behind trees out of the water. The hissing of the gators had ceased; only his shallow breaths disturbed the night. On his arm he felt the pinch of a mosquito, desperately trying to siphon a small taste of blood. Slowly the old man squashed the bug against his arm. Against his leg he felt a cold, scaly limb, rubbing like sandpaper on his agitated nerves. His blood chilled and shivers shook the waning body of the man.

Yellow eyes fixated upon him. Much closer than they had been a minute prior. It was dark. Painfully dark. The moon lent no light to allow sight to the old man. All that glowed in the dark were the eyes watching him. Struggling against the swamp with ever growing urgency the man watched the eyes. They bobbed, up and down, up and down. The water level would cover them, then once more reveal the glowing orbs as they inched closer. Occasionally an eye would close, relieving the unwavering gaze. It was only ever one eye that closed.

The scent of fear permeated the already reeking swamp air. The eyes disappeared beneath the surface of the water. A feeble shriek escaped the elderly man as he disappeared beneath the water. Bubbles rose to the surface of the swamp, marking the old man’s grave. The droning mosquitos returned and a new scent joined the conglomeration of smells already present in the swamp. Only the acrid stench of blood could create the malodor that now drifted peacefully through the swamp, wafting on the evening breeze as stars appeared in the vast heavens above.


Edited at March 14, 2022 09:35 PM by Vellum Elites
The Swamp March 14, 2022 10:49 PM


FirstLightFarms

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this is very vividly written!
The Swamp March 16, 2022 03:46 PM


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FirstLightFarms said:
this is very vividly written!


Thank you! I wrote it quite awhile ago and recently went through and revised it. Thought I would share it here for some people to enjoy. :)

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