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biggrin w00t! i won a writing contest for one of the 8th annual balls called Hades' Palace. Please read it if your interested:

In a small shop in the dark end of town sits one little marionette on a shelf, she sits contently as she waits and waits for a master to claim her. Several people pass but one curious little girl stopped and looked in the shop and saw her, the little girl could not pass up on the marionette so she took her few dollars into the store. She walked up to the counter and asked the frail old owner how much the marionette was he replied with a grin(,) “she’s free little miss but I do beg of you do not break her you will regret it if you do.” She agreed to the old man’s wish and took her new toy to show (her) brothers and sisters. They all bickered and fought over who wanted to hold and touch the marionette more but her owner would not hear of it all so she took her possession up to her room and closed the door for the night.
In the time of the day the little girl was reading a story book in the main room of her family’s house while her younger brother slinked up to her bedroom to find the doll. He found the marionette in only a minute of time, he snatched her up with mischievous grin and took her down to he and his sibling’s room. No sooner than he got there his siblings struck up a fit and one of them began to tug and pull on the marionette. Her owner yelped in pain as she felt her arms and legs being pulled apart. In the tug-a-war battle between the young siblings the marionettes arms and legs began to loosen in the midst of the fight.
The marionette finally snapped shattering her limbs in all directions, screams echoed throughout the house. All children raced down to the main room to find the source of the screams. Some shrieked, some became sickened at the sight of their dear sister who was writhing in pain for she had no limbs anymore. The master of the marionette was now just a torso and head just like her doll, the girl was blood-soaked and her moments drew to an end she managed one last word before then and it was “regret…” She closed her eyes and became pale. Thus the broken marionette now sits upon an attic shelf, and she sits contently with blood stains on her face as she waits and waits for a new master to claim her.

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