Oh are we posting random snippets of writing now? (Snape, I really hate the word snippets)

This was a random story taking place in my fantasy world I never finished.

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A
small, pale, fiendish creature, with a flat snout and bony limbs, sped down the
dark passage. He had been running all day, and was very tired. The ground was
hard against his feet, and the heat from the torches set every hundred yards
along the tunnel danced about his ears.

     Soon he came to a crossroads; he headed to
the left. He came upon a small chamber, with multiple entrances, a single torch
on the wall, and a miniscule stream running through the rocky floor. The low-flowing
water was hot and smelled of sulfur, but it was better than nothing.

     At one end of the chamber was another
creature, very dark, with thorny skin and gleaming eyes. He was digging with
his black claws in the mud, and making pots and cups for any creatures that
were too delicate to lap water from their hands.

     "Hi, Skía," said the
pale one upon entering. He immediately turned to the water and began to lap it
up noisily between words. "What's up, do you know? Keorl was all of a stir
this morning; I heard it when I passed by her lair."

     Skía licked his claw. "Well, Shorik and
all his clan have fled. Last night it was, without even a farewell. Not that
any of us expect one." He chuckled.

     "Shorik?" The pale creature
contemplated this. It was very interesting that the dark green, scorpion-like beast
should leave the Cralel Ra. He and his people had always been a peaceful,
out-of-the-way sort, and as far as the other Cralens knew there was no reason
for them to leave . . . until now.

     "And what about you, Pygirk? Where
have you been all this day? It's nigh sunset now, eh?"

     Pygirk leaned forward confidentially.
"I'm only telling you this, Skía, because I know I can trust you not to
tell anyone. The humans are planning to come farther in."

     Skía
paused in his pot making and hissed.

     "Yes, the humans. They'll probably
come far enough. .  Into the Cralel Ra.
Enough so that everyone will be destroyed, except for us."

     Skía looked up again. "Aah, I see your
point, neighbor. And once they are gone?"

     Pygirk chuckled. "We drive the humans
into Rela's pit."

     Skía looked surprised. "Ah, Pygirk,
you're an evil one."

     Pygirk inclined his head. "That I
know, neighbor. But my point is. . Once the humans are gone, there's no
stopping us. We'll have Harkraik all to ourselves. And you know they still have
Poisoneyes's body. Oh, do you know what we could do with that, friend?"

     "No more pot making, no more
shrieking Keorl, no more hunger. We'd have Jetal all to ourselves."

     "Exactly." Pygirk slurped up
more lukewarm water, grinning to himself.

     "You've forgotten somethin', though,
old fellow. Rela. And the Mrekanaien Frentiss."

     "Rela isn't all that intelligent. He
might help us, actually, if he doesn't devour us first. And I wouldn't worry about
the Mrekanaien."

     "I don't know, Py," said Skía
thoughtfully. "There's some pretty strange stuff in there."  

     "We'll be fine, Skía."
Pygirk got up.

     "Right. I'm sure we will."

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I think the Mrekanien Frentiss was supposed to be the Halls of Cacophony, but I don't remember if Frentiss means "craziness" or "hall" maybe hall since room is "froik", but then again maybe in the Cralel Ra they would have different dialects, and in my most recent language building I didn't find "Mrekanien" anywhere in the notebook  . .

Ah sorry kind of getting into Jithkeeper mode here. 

More misc writing! While I'm going to be using misc writing to boost the LtE, I want to encourage others to do what they see fit with the LtE. Be creative and enjoy yourself! justnospammingpls

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The  water cascaded down her fingers, dripping down till it left her. She let it pool on the floor around her, filling the barely visible patterns dug into the ground. 

She squinted down at them. She had carried the water in in her cupped hands, some of it leaking through as she rushed back. While it revealed some of the pattern on the floor, she hadn't a way of getting enough water in before the time passed; and it wasn't as if she could summon it.

tbc

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Here's something. I had a literature assignment to rewrite a passage from Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde in the first person, and I did that...and then I put it through many languages in Google Translate and it's great.

If you're ever bored or sad or whatever, I would recommend finding a piece of writing and putting it in Google Translate and translating it through at least 5 languages or so (I must've done at least 12) and it will come out with some pretty amusing results. Here's my two versions of the passage that I rewrote:

Normal:

"Dr. Jekyll Was Quite at Ease."

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I sat across the fire from Mr. Utterson, twirling a glass of wine in my hand. It was after the dinner I had given; Utterson had deigned to stay behind after the other guests left, when I invited him to; although I think he wished to stay anyway.

Now, though, he was eyeing me from the opposite side of the fire, as though he wished to say something.

"I have been wanting to speak to you, Jekyll," he began. "You know that will of yours?"

Ah, what a distasteful topic. I knew at once that he was going to scold me about my will concerning Mr. Hyde; we had been over this before. But I calmed myself, and said--rather airily--

"My poor Utterson, you are unfortunate in such a client. I never saw a man so distressed as you were by my will; unless it were that hide-bound pedant, Lanyon, at what he called my scientific heresies. O, I know he's a good fellow--you needn't frown--an excellent fellow, and I always mean to see more of him; but a hide-bound pedant for all that; an ignorant, blatant pedant. I was never more disappointed in any man than Lanyon."

"You know I never approved of it," said Utterson, ruthlessly disregarding my change of topic. I frowned.

"My will? Yes, certainly, I know that quite well," I said, a trifle sharply. "You have told me so."

"Well, I tell you so again," continued the lawyer. "I have been learning something of young Hyde."

The room suddenly seemed to grow cold, and my heart beat quite loudly. What had he learned about Hyde? Had he found me out?

My voice came as if from far away. "I do not care to hear more. This is a matter I thought we had agreed to drop."
"What I heard was abominable," said Utterson.

"It can make no change. You do not understand my position," I replied, feeling flustered. "I am painfully situated, Utterson; my position is very strange--a very strange one."

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Google Translated:

"Jack is very good."

He sat in Aotrson holding hands with a glass of wine. After you have eaten all the food, you have allowed Atrson guests to sleep, even if they wanted to sleep.

Now the coach wanted to see Fayer.

"I want to tell you, Jekyll," he said. - Do you know their wishes?

Oh, how strange. Hyde, I do not care, now I am the Lord, but from him to another place, they are found. But then the case - with Loft -

"I am ATSON, the developer is not good, sorry, this is you who sees this event, Lan Ning, leather accessories in school, if you call Oh, my love science I know the baby well - he looked at the boy I wanted to see more , but this skin is unknown and never more than a trying person.

"You know, never one," said Aotrson neglected and often changed the subject. I am in complete failure.

"My area is, of course, what I know," another said. - He told me.

"Well, I'll tell you," continued the lawyer. - I learned that Hyde is young.

The heart of Pharaoh was cold, and at first sight I saw the place where I was. What do you know about Hayd? Who knows?

The voice goes far. "I did not hear much about what they want to eat."

"I hear terrible things," said Autherson.

"I can not change, you can understand that I do not have anything" - just got confused. "I am bad, bad, ATSON my message is very funny - but very good". 

*falls into a large plate of tiramisu*

As a person who also agrees that tiramisu is good, there's also tiramisu ice cream. (I took my French final today, and it took me a few tries to figure out where to put also [whoops just typed it in French...] and then I took a nap, and I believe my brain is currently struggling.)

Creme brulee anyone?