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Alright, here is the first part of my tale The Last Night for a Graverobber

It is strongly inspired by the story The Hound by H.P. Lovecraft. So just tell me what you guys think.

People always asked me the same question, âWhat is your hobby Doctor Green?â It was always fun to see their expressions when I told them that I liked to walk around at night. If only they knew half of what I did. I was a grave robber, Iâve stopped now, but it is far too late.
While I was digging I was searching for artifacts. Coins and jewelry were nice, but what I really wanted were things associated with the occult. Iâve gathered quite a collection, all kept away in my cellar â" couldnât let people find out. One night, several months ago, I chose a very boring grave. Nothing strange about the marker, unless you count the fact that it had no markings at all strange. Now I wish had never of disturbed the soil of that grave, but I was too eager to find something. I reached the coffin and had totally expected to find the normal pile of bones, but there were none. In the coffin was only a little statue, maybe a foot high. It was carved out of ivory, resembled an owl, but in place of the owlâs head was a dogâs. I retrieved the strange piece and at the same time strong gusts of wind started to blow through the graveyard. I didnât think anything of it â" nothing strange about heavy winds near the sea â" but now I am sure it was a warning

Sorry, I did it on Word and a lot of the symbols arent showing, I'll try and do it on here the next time >_<

Do you mind if I repost it so the symbols go away? I'll give you credit.

Bronze. Just type it in notepad first. Then transfer it to Word and see the mistakes and go back to notepad and Change them. And the WAATCHAAAA The smybols are gonna be gone.

People always asked me the same question, "What is your hobby Doctor Green?"It was always fun to see their expressions when I told them that I liked to walk around at night. If only they knew half of what I did. I was a grave robber, I've stopped now, but it is far too late.
While I was digging I was searching for artifacts. Coins and jewelry were nice, but what I really wanted were things associated with the occult. I've gathered quite a collection, all kept away in my cellar" couldn't let people find out. One night, several months ago, I chose a very boring grave. Nothing strange about the marker, unless you count the fact that it had no markings at all strange. Now I wish had never of disturbed the soil of that grave, but I was too eager to find something. I reached the coffin and had totally expected to find the normal pile of bones, but there were none. In the coffin was only a little statue, maybe a foot high. It was carved out of ivory, resembled an owl, but in place of the owl's head was a dog's. I retrieved the strange piece and at the same time strong gusts of wind started to blow through the graveyard. I didn't think anything of it" nothing strange about heavy winds near the sea" but now I am sure it was a warning

By Bronze.

Do you mind if I repost it so the symbols go away? I'll give you credit.

You did it anyway >_< lol

thanks, so what do ya think?

Well, I can't tell right now. You haven't really given a plot or anything, just a character description and background...

Well, it is only a intro. What I meant to ask for is does it give a good sence of foreboding?

*nods*

The next part to The Last Night for a Graverobber.

Upon returning to my country home the following night the winds stopped. I placed my newly obtained statue in the cellar - very proud of it back then. I walked upstairs to my library to try and find anything about the ivory statue. Settling on an ancient book - ironically one I found in another grave - I sat in my chair by the window. I took a glance out of the window and happened to notice two strange shapes silhouetted by the moonlight and quickly decided that they were nothing but tree trunks. After dozing off - and not learning anything about the statue - I got up and decided to take one last look out of the window. The shapes that I had thought of has tree trunks had clearly moved, but that couldn't be I thought to myself. Deciding to investigate the "tree trunks" the next day - and to cut them down - I went to bed.
The discovery I made the next mourning didn't make me feel any better. There were no tree trunks, but there were what appeared to be drag marks were I had seen them. They made a circle about one hundred yards in circumference around my house. Being stupid then I decided there was a reasonable explanation - maybe old patients of mine trying to get back at me for some reason - and went on with my day. But curiosity got me that night, and I couldn't help but stare out of the window. There they were, I watched them more closely this time and sure enough they moved, but very slowly. I laughed trying to comfort myself - giving the pranksters credit for working so hard. The next morning I went out to see the circle, but this time it was a few yards closer. The next week went by, and I stupidly kept giving the same excuse for the shapes, kept ignoring the fact that they were getting noticeably closer. I had to get away from my house - had to get away from them - so I went to visit my friend in the city. That day with my friend was probably the last time is was happy, because that night, I looked out the window. Closer than ever before - but not close enough to see any detail - were the two shapes, just standing there. I didn't sleep that night, gave my dear friend some excuse I can't remember and left to my home the next morning.

Silence falls
as the bugle sounds
enemies running
we are the cunning

looking through my scope
on the top of our slope
ready to take a life... or two
but this ain't nothing new

blissfully unaware
as I stare
finger on my springfield
there is no shield

The sergeant yells "open fire"
they try to attack
but were higher
and they lack

in no time at all,
one hundred bodies
and there is about 15 who crawl
all over the ground are autumn leaves
matching the color of blood




I hear a slicing sound
I see my Crimson blood on the ground
I just feel cold...cold steel
I'm afraid this can't heal

Looking at my foe
with a face of pain
looking around, I see a crow
eating the bodies of the dead

laying down on the Earth
brisk autumn breeze
many solders on their knees
I see the spear that has taken my life
the courageous sound of a fife
Breaking through the sounds of battle
officers sitting on a saddle

Fading now
I can see my brow
as all sounds mute out

That's two poems.. sorry.....

Wow bronze. LNFGR is really getting interesting. Next part please!
Two poems, huh dudeguy? You mind splitting them for us?

I can see the difference
Between good and bad
And as I cross that distance
I start going mad(mad mad)
I'm going insane
Because of the things I've done
I can't feel the pain
But this still ain't any fun
As I watch my victims die
As I see them, dark thoughts cross my mind
And I think I've crossed the line
But still, I go on
For as long
As long as I can