I dreamed of a den dug deep in darkness, where the dust-covered dead, deprived of day, delight in a deluge of dance and drums. The din, disregarded by the dozy denizens of the dwellings above, dabbles with my disposition as I descend.
Definitely dead, you demand? Yes… yes, I dare deliberate that they were the departed. Dead on.
I determined doubly that this demented dancing was not to be disdained, as I divine some deeper devilry is afoot down in the depths, dithering ‘twixt dark and daylight.
Deeply disturbing…
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Tags: Alliteration, D, Story, Writing
August 3, 2009 at 3:56 am |
D, is that you?
P.S. “Foulness” is less than a week away from your hands. 😉
August 3, 2009 at 6:32 pm |
A decisive date! Don’t delay, dude 😀
August 3, 2009 at 4:53 pm |
Wow, good job. Very clever usage of ‘D’ words, I like denizens.
August 3, 2009 at 6:41 pm |
Definitely a diverting discharge of D’s! ¬_¬
August 3, 2009 at 11:13 pm
Yes, but you dejectedly decided to dismiss “DingleBerry”, I’m disappointed.
August 3, 2009 at 11:44 pm |
Damn! Deserving of disparagement indeed!