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~Smoker~
A cough,
A hiss,
A tongue,
Just missed,
My neck.
Fell loose,
The tongue,
A noose,
Had hung,
My friend.
A cough,
A hiss,
A tongue,
Just missed,
My neck.
Fell loose,
The tongue,
A noose,
Had hung,
My friend.
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The Hunter and Smoker
The Hunter sat with his back to a tree and he closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, hearing the sound of the wind rustling through the forest leaves overhead and the moans and groans of the common infected.
'' Perfect morning right? '' Coughed a voice next to him.
'' Aaahhhh!'' The Hunter yelped, leaping upwards onto a high branch.
'' Guess thats a no. '' The Smoker said staring at the now glaring Hunter.
The Hunter growled at him still glaring. '' Your quite for a Smoker...Your lucky I didn't attack you. ''
The Smoker smirked brushing his black bangs from his yellow eyes. '' I think I would have lived through any attack of yours lit
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L4D: Hunter's Dusk
Wreathed in scarlet, golden sea above,
Draining as the grains fall one by one,
Sky of embers falling to dark.
Orbs below, gleaming back,
Beseeching the flowing fire to stay,
Seeing nothing,
Watching all.
Idle eyes of the heavens peer humbly
Behind clammy hazes of evening mist,
Bathing in the black,
Suffering the molten fire no more.
Crimson lights overhead
Condensate upon the naked eyes below,
Sinking and rising with the child's alarmed breath,
Living what stories it cannot tell.
Beneath blankets of nebulae,
Twilight fire rushes as a newborn river,
Drowning in power,
Breathing in blood.
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Nellis Ficlets 1-15
1. Accidental
a. His hands trembled as he wrapped the gauze around the thick, tattooed arm, trying to cover up the rather large bullet wound. "Dammit," the conman sighed, shaking his head. "You...you just HAD to jump in the way, didn't you? Goddamit..."
"Stop apologizin'," grunted the mechanic with a smirk, wincing at the pain. "It was an accident..."
2. Bit
a. The cruel realization hit him, and it hit him hard. He stood before the grimy bathroom mirror, examining the bite mark on his neck, which was starting to fester and putrefy, turning a disgusting dark green. Despite all that he had thought, and all that he had been told, Nick was ju
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This is a short poem about the Smoker, which is an enemy from L4D.
It has a long tongue that can crush a survivor if it holds into them with it, and ejects smoke when killed.
If people like this, I'll make more ones about the Boss Infected.
It has a long tongue that can crush a survivor if it holds into them with it, and ejects smoke when killed.
If people like this, I'll make more ones about the Boss Infected.
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I read it so many times that I know it by memory