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travelon by negroponti July 2, 2009
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Travelling Shovel Of Death
Some say it thirsts for blood; others say it is an innocent implement forced to do the bidding of murderous fiends. A disturbingly recurrent murder weapon, the Travelling Shovel Of Death appears in multiple different mediums (Usually novels), wherin it is featured murdering an innocent victim.
Henry knew his street well, but he didn't like it. The parameters stretched; the shadows hid secrets; the wind, ever restless, tossed the cloaks of strangers who glared from street corners. But he was sure in his safety. He knew the number of steps to his doorway. He knew where to lift his feet a little higher to avoid tripping on sidewalk cracks hidden in the dark. He knew who to avoid - at least he thought he did, in his naiveté.
A cat was waiting on his doorstep, that night. Dark, soft fur, long legs and a thrumming purr, yellow eyes glinting with reflections of far-off streetlights.
It smiled, sharp, glistening teeth ever white against the shadow of its fur.
In 42 years, Henry had never once seen a cat smile. Perhaps a trick of the light, or an illusion, he thought. Or maybe not. He knelt, looking the cat in the eyes.
It smiled at him, wider.
Wider.
A shadow moved; soft leather brushed against carpet, and a coat loosened its folds. "You're drunk again," said the voice. "Do you know, Henry, how much I dislike drunks?"
The cat hadn't moved; Henry glanced to the side, and caught a glance of soft brown shoes.
"Mr Woon," he slurred. "Ian. Mate. I just..."
He stopped.
Mr Woon smiled at him; a slow, langorious smile, not unlike that of his cat.
Then slowly, deliberately, he rested the shovel's tip on Henry's neck.
"I dislike drunks very much, Henry," he whispered.
Then he put his foot on the travelling shovel of death, and pushed down.
A cat was waiting on his doorstep, that night. Dark, soft fur, long legs and a thrumming purr, yellow eyes glinting with reflections of far-off streetlights.
It smiled, sharp, glistening teeth ever white against the shadow of its fur.
In 42 years, Henry had never once seen a cat smile. Perhaps a trick of the light, or an illusion, he thought. Or maybe not. He knelt, looking the cat in the eyes.
It smiled at him, wider.
Wider.
A shadow moved; soft leather brushed against carpet, and a coat loosened its folds. "You're drunk again," said the voice. "Do you know, Henry, how much I dislike drunks?"
The cat hadn't moved; Henry glanced to the side, and caught a glance of soft brown shoes.
"Mr Woon," he slurred. "Ian. Mate. I just..."
He stopped.
Mr Woon smiled at him; a slow, langorious smile, not unlike that of his cat.
Then slowly, deliberately, he rested the shovel's tip on Henry's neck.
"I dislike drunks very much, Henry," he whispered.
Then he put his foot on the travelling shovel of death, and pushed down.
Travelling Shovel Of Death by WillohWisp September 22, 2011
traveling by back
a girl who travels to vacation spots, with out having a place to stay for the night and so she hooks up with a guy or girl so she has a place to sleep for the night. its also named the kate.
kate went to the vineyard this weekend with out a place to stay and she stayed the whole weekend so it sounds like she is traveling by back
traveling by back by johndow0044 January 31, 2012
Belize Traveller One Barrel Rum
The best fucking rum on the face of the planet. It blows Captain Morgan right out of the Fucking Water
Belize Traveller One Barrel Rum by JonathanChance September 28, 2003
Brotherhood of the Traveling Pants
When a friend or bro leaves a pair of pants at your house, you
ejaculate on said pants, and return to the person folded.
Usually one claims they have been washed.
The hilarious result is when they put the pants on and don't realize until it is too late, that they have a huge cum stain on their pants in public.
ejaculate on said pants, and return to the person folded.
Usually one claims they have been washed.
The hilarious result is when they put the pants on and don't realize until it is too late, that they have a huge cum stain on their pants in public.
Dude, Aaron his pants at my house after changing into his swim trunks, I am going to let him join the Brotherhood of the Traveling Pants.
Brotherhood of the Traveling Pants by Texas-flood February 19, 2013
astro traveling
astro traveling by Slide Kardell June 3, 2004