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Razimus
Temporal Navigator
Re: Help with an ending...
Are you a writer for Stargate Atlantis or somethin? Concerning the stargate shows, I'm suprised their somewhat popular. The writing & acting are horrible, if the stargate was used to go into the past or the future the show wouldn't suck so bad.
--- Razimus
Are you a writer for Stargate Atlantis or somethin? Concerning the stargate shows, I'm suprised their somewhat popular. The writing & acting are horrible, if the stargate was used to go into the past or the future the show wouldn't suck so bad.
--- Razimus
creedo299
Epochal Historian
Re: Yes\' I l;ove of with thee..
They assembled that day; however there was mistrust among their ranks.
The Atlantians were not to be bartered with.
What was funny about them, was their admonition to the idea of exchanges, so that the Greek cultures could well learn from them.
These missions of trades were always the same.....The wimen, like boatloads of dumB bunnies, took their trips to the capitol steps.
Of course we know that they went into this building, however there was some mixing that was not told of.
How was it, that a special seven foot five Atlanrtian could breed with a diminutive five foot two tall Greek woman. but the baby would come out as bearable, as to her gate?
People who came to the capitol of Atlantis were always dumb-struck at the near New York sized complexities of this massive edifice.
It was the statues that one could walk up into, where one could see for a distance of about forty miles.
Flying cars and vehicles of every description, filled the air.
It was on one of these days, in a city center filled with thousands upon thousands of people, she let down her hair in one of the statues.They discussed what the trade vehicles would bring, when coming in from other star systems.
Her radiance and blue eyes, were well beyond reproach.She walked' as she let her white almost translucent frock touch the ground.The ambassador, showing many differing beings, from other systems this fair gem encrusted jewel, of the far west Atlantic.
On one of these days her proposed to her.
Not because of her position of power, being so close to the hidden, powerful council of twelve.
He proposed to her, the principles of joining, because he really loved her.
This was an ironically odd testament to something so not natural as Atlantus and her science, that the words, >>Ahh yest, thee I love dost thine my to be, ist you and lovest>>, was the joing of thousands of worlds, within an immense galaxy.
Some of these worlds so austere, fantastically modified, that descriptions of world, do not adequately cover these beyond imagining, many kingdoms abound.
Her people, scientist, in the healing that people were not to be used as animals for experimentation, ever again.
It was the boy on the dolphin........The childless, joyful, playishly delight, of a simple child, clinging to the back of a sea mammal, which would ride the tide of time, as a statue.
Nobody in differing eras understood Atlantis.
Those who lived and loved in the purest ways of what Atlantis did. This romance was the love of oceans vast, the depths of times wanderings in forest so primeval.
The hand touches the face of her beauty, as she held her head so fair, after the day of his proposal.
And the myth of days rolled on and this ledged to come.
A-T-L-A-N-T-V-S..................discovered and told of, as .........ATLANTIS
They assembled that day; however there was mistrust among their ranks.
The Atlantians were not to be bartered with.
What was funny about them, was their admonition to the idea of exchanges, so that the Greek cultures could well learn from them.
These missions of trades were always the same.....The wimen, like boatloads of dumB bunnies, took their trips to the capitol steps.
Of course we know that they went into this building, however there was some mixing that was not told of.
How was it, that a special seven foot five Atlanrtian could breed with a diminutive five foot two tall Greek woman. but the baby would come out as bearable, as to her gate?
People who came to the capitol of Atlantis were always dumb-struck at the near New York sized complexities of this massive edifice.
It was the statues that one could walk up into, where one could see for a distance of about forty miles.
Flying cars and vehicles of every description, filled the air.
It was on one of these days, in a city center filled with thousands upon thousands of people, she let down her hair in one of the statues.They discussed what the trade vehicles would bring, when coming in from other star systems.
Her radiance and blue eyes, were well beyond reproach.She walked' as she let her white almost translucent frock touch the ground.The ambassador, showing many differing beings, from other systems this fair gem encrusted jewel, of the far west Atlantic.
On one of these days her proposed to her.
Not because of her position of power, being so close to the hidden, powerful council of twelve.
He proposed to her, the principles of joining, because he really loved her.
This was an ironically odd testament to something so not natural as Atlantus and her science, that the words, >>Ahh yest, thee I love dost thine my to be, ist you and lovest>>, was the joing of thousands of worlds, within an immense galaxy.
Some of these worlds so austere, fantastically modified, that descriptions of world, do not adequately cover these beyond imagining, many kingdoms abound.
Her people, scientist, in the healing that people were not to be used as animals for experimentation, ever again.
It was the boy on the dolphin........The childless, joyful, playishly delight, of a simple child, clinging to the back of a sea mammal, which would ride the tide of time, as a statue.
Nobody in differing eras understood Atlantis.
Those who lived and loved in the purest ways of what Atlantis did. This romance was the love of oceans vast, the depths of times wanderings in forest so primeval.
The hand touches the face of her beauty, as she held her head so fair, after the day of his proposal.
And the myth of days rolled on and this ledged to come.
A-T-L-A-N-T-V-S..................discovered and told of, as .........ATLANTIS
Razimus
Temporal Navigator
Re: Yes\' I l;ove of with thee..
Well, for an ending, I would have it end where it began, due to the wormhole... your link is broken and I don't really know what your story is about enough to create an ending. Maybe the wormhole for the atlantians would open up at the bottom of the ocean and they all drowned to death heheh.
--- Razimus
Well, for an ending, I would have it end where it began, due to the wormhole... your link is broken and I don't really know what your story is about enough to create an ending. Maybe the wormhole for the atlantians would open up at the bottom of the ocean and they all drowned to death heheh.
--- Razimus
creedo299
Epochal Historian
Re: Yes\' I l;ove of with thee..
Dark-whatever, this was a pieta of social colors, situations for you to work from.
I doubt that dilesergic acid, has little to do with the creative?
If I would have written my offering to your cause, it may well have come out as>Flog-light on the noontime scream as transmotors gulped a flashlight of yellow flowers scream mud lark.)
Dark-whatever, this was a pieta of social colors, situations for you to work from.
I doubt that dilesergic acid, has little to do with the creative?
If I would have written my offering to your cause, it may well have come out as>Flog-light on the noontime scream as transmotors gulped a flashlight of yellow flowers scream mud lark.)