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Post by Mercy on Jan 25, 2008 19:53:49 GMT -5
The sound of thunder was heard outside, she stood up from the couch as she narrowed her eyes, looking outside, seeing the clouds coming in and surrounding the area into one big gray area. She got up to get something to drink when she stopped looking over at the desk seeing the diary from before. She walked over and began to flip through it, not seeing any words she sighed a bit. Going over to a pen she wrote in the date and didn't write anything else, she sat down deciding to use it as her own personal diary she stopped thinking of what to put in it.
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Post by moiravitrella on Jan 25, 2008 19:58:08 GMT -5
The date she had written faded instantly, but soon a new word replaced it. It seemed to ooze from the very page it were written upon. Black tentacles crawled and spread, forming the single word of greeting.
Hello.
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Post by Mercy on Jan 25, 2008 20:00:38 GMT -5
Her eyes was seen wide she couldn't believe this, she put her drink down seeing what it wrote, she took the pen again and wrote in. "Hello.....how in the world..is this possible?" She wrote unsure how a book could have life on its own, she was some what freaked out but enjoyed the excitement.
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Post by moiravitrella on Jan 25, 2008 20:08:46 GMT -5
Her words lingered for only a moment before they too vanished to be replaced by new script.
Do you believe in magic?
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Post by Mercy on Jan 25, 2008 20:10:20 GMT -5
She thought about it and wrote "Yes, I believe anything is possible" She wrote simply, running her fingers in her hair.
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Post by moiravitrella on Jan 25, 2008 20:14:06 GMT -5
Then the answer to your question is already known.
The ink flowed smoothly across the page and disappeared once more, waiting for the girl's reply.
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Post by Mercy on Jan 25, 2008 20:18:53 GMT -5
She shook her head "Magic?" She wrote as her question was answered by herself "Who are you?" she wrote down, bitting her lip unsure who this person was that wrote to her.
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Post by moiravitrella on Jan 25, 2008 20:22:27 GMT -5
Her words bled away from the page and, in a moment, new words were visible.
My name is Tom Riddle. And yours?
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Post by Mercy on Jan 25, 2008 20:40:35 GMT -5
"Mercy Grace" She had heard his name "ive heard your name before, but don't remember where.."
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Post by moiravitrella on Jan 25, 2008 20:43:06 GMT -5
A pleasure to meet you Ms. Grace, the words replied. Indeed, I'm sure you have heard it. Though perhaps in an unkind light.
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Post by Mercy on Jan 25, 2008 20:46:28 GMT -5
She wanted to meet the mystery man "Is it possible to meet you?" She wrote down
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Post by moiravitrella on Jan 25, 2008 21:01:25 GMT -5
The next thing to appear on the page was short, simple, and carried more weight than Mercy could possibly know at that point in time.
Yes.
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Post by Mercy on Jan 25, 2008 21:16:19 GMT -5
She smled "I want to meet you" She wanted to learn from him, wondering what it was she liked about him, she needed some excitment in her life
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Post by moiravitrella on Jan 25, 2008 21:43:31 GMT -5
And I you, the mysterious ink assured her. Lean closer.
The words beckoned.
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Post by Mercy on Jan 25, 2008 21:50:32 GMT -5
She took a deep breath and leaned into the book closer
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