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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

There was a stark blue stark. Sitting on the edge of the fence master’s fence. Staring away into the blueness above. Waiting. waiting. And then it happened. It was all fuzzy for the stark. But it knew what went wrong. Precisely where. Precisely how. A wand appeared out of nowhere. a blue smoke, blue lustre and a peculiar smell. The stark broke. Something emerged from it. And it was nowhere near the imagination of parents trying to scare their kids into having their meal. it was ogre some. It was daunting. if you looked at it, you would feel all the life sucked out of you, experience you just get after fighting a dementor at the verge of your life. It was covered with leather, looked like the black demon that chases the fellowship as they cross the bridge.  It had two enormous horns that spiralled four times before ending in a sharp spear. It had two beady eyes, big enough to make girls go crazy over. There were no visible ears.  The nose was split and indistinct. Like a snake.