Hi guys! So, this is a story I finished writing just over two years ago for my English Extension 2 Major Work, and I was just tidying up when I came across it. So, I thought I would type it all up, and share it to you. I hope you like it. A View of One's Own is a triptych of short stories. The first story focuses on Eve, the second one Mary Magdalene, and the third one Lilith. Since it's late, and I'm typing up the stories on my iPad, (so please forgive any typos), I'll just post the first story tonight.) AView of One's Own By Melissa Woods "For most of history, Anonymous was a woman." -Virginia Woolf Eve "You are the storyteller of your own life, and you can create your own legend, or not." -Isabel Allende The sun streaked through stained glass windows, refracting onto the walls, the upturned faces and the sumptuous altar. The streaks of celestial light suggested beauty, enjoyment, excitement, warmth, and images of beach cricket on golden sans. It suggested lazing on a soft green carpet of lawn, lovers with arms intertwined, and convivial discussions with bringers and friends and sisters, as they laughed or fought or resolved the problems of the universe. But in here they ignored that temptation. In here, the hairs on their arms stood upright as they reacted to the icy air. She sighed impatiently as she sat next to her mother. Today was going to be the first week of listening to the minister sermonise about 'fallen women of the Bible.' She couldn't believe that her mother had decided that this would somehow be a beneficial experience for them. Especially as her mother knew what she thought of the minister. Such pompous, parsimonious preaching he always delivered. Such a mean spirited individual, and he would preach to them about tolerance, empathy, Christian values? As if! As if reading her thoughts, he turned and faced her, staring straight at her, a smirk playing around the corners of his lips. She stared straight back. Her eyes became opaque, her lips set and her face a mask. She would not play his games. Fall for his surface charm like so many of the more supposedly experienced female congregation. This was what church had become. A parade of superficial and puritanically fervoured followers. Church hadn't been like this before him. They were meant to be family. They were meant to be worshipping God together and yet... it just wasn't like that. If had changed. Instead of them being able to look up to him and follow him, what breathed in here was a sense of righteous and fanatical morality. "Settle down now," he called in his smarmy voice. Honestly, couldn't anyone else read this guy? She rolled her eyes when she noticed that everyone did exactly as he ordered. Silence invaded the room in order to allow him to share his profound insight into the Bible. It was as if he was God. It disgusted her. "Welcome," he stated. "Today we will begin our study of fallen women of the Bible and today we will begin with Eve." He glanced around at every single person, and she did the same. They were hanging on to every word he said. It was amazingly awful. Her eyes moved over to the window, and the light outside, where the sun embraced and entranced and smiled down on its worshippers. Yet in here, everyone was expected to look up to and fawn at him. "Ahem. As I said, we will be beginning our study of fallen women, and today we will be discussing Eve." Wrong. They wouldn't be discussing Eve, he would be sermonising about her. They wouldn't get a word in. They were his audience, passive, appeasing. They'd learnt well how to behave, how to acquiesce, how to be 'perfect women.' But her? Give her Eve anytime. What the Minister didn't realise was that Eve wasn't a fallen woman. Far from it. She hadn't been tricked by the serpent. She'd made her own decisions. She wanted Adam to taste test the forbidden apple, to experience something new. To just experience. ******* Yes, I admit, I always did love him. He was so sweet, so innocent, and ah, well, not so bad in bed, either. But I digress. Let's move on, shall we? It's just that he was also infuriating with his wish to protect, to be the perfect provider. And let's be realistic here - we were well and truly provided for anyway. What did he really have to do? Kill a beast for food? Hey - they almost had targets drawn on their hide. The truth was that we lived in an area that had everything we could wish for, but that, let's face it, was so perfect it was boring. What happened to challenge, to building resilience, to growth through adversity? That was what we needed. No. That was what I needed. I wanted to escape our little enclave, to see what was beyond. I wanted to feel excitement, fear, pain even. I knew that in our bubble we exuded happiness and that we played the part of the happy couple to perfection. It was a eternal honeymoon, but a honeymoon that led to... what? So I didn't want paradise. I wanted life. I knew it wouldn't take much to get kicked out. Beneath that benign smile, I always sensed a rigid, moralistic stance. I went out looking for a means of escape and it didn't take long to find it. Let's face it, Damien was a mere male and couldn't believe his luck when I sounded interested. But I really did feel for Adam when he realised what I'd done and had to make a choice. And what a choice! Really it was paradise or poverty. That was when I really fell for him. It took guys to choose poverty to be with me. Still, I would make it worth his while. Everybody has their own version of Paradise to which they aspire, yet I had abandoned ours. The world we entered gave us little relief. We had to build a shelter, find food to eat, and clothes to wear, to protect us from the cold of this world. There were endless fights. I won't refute the fact that Adam was upset with me for quite some time. Yet slowly, slowly I noticed his his body changed through all the hard physical labour, as did mine. We became resilient, stronger. We learnt to laugh at the silliest of things, and our little private jokes created our little private world. Adam struggled more than me. He always used Eden as a yardstick and that was why he could never see what I saw in our new world. He could only compare the dryness here to the lush surroundings in Eden. But I saw the ochres, the vivid light, I felt the extra warmth on my skin and saw how that warmth could bake clay to provide walls for shelter and pots to carry and even cook things. He compared the downpours to the soft mist of Eden, but I saw in the downpour clean water to drink and lakes of water to refresh ourselves. I even saw how new life sprouted from the rivulets and puddles. It was fascinating, enticing even. And soon enough, the baking sun would dry us and warm us again. It took time and many arguments before he began to see our world through its own prism and not that of Eden. It took time for him to work out how to build walls that would not fall down, too. But I, too, was on a learning curve and soon realised how to influence him. Those old clichés of heart, stomach, penis and brain aren't too far wrong. I learnt to cajole, rather than to instruct. He always responded better to that. Sometimes he was just like a child, who would sulk and remind me what we had left behind and there were times when I responded in kind, angrily asserting he find another if he wasn't happy. Not much chance of that! But there was also plenty of time to explore our new world and to laugh at new discoveries and make love in our own little haven. All that love-making ensured that it was not long before I noticed changed in my body. We both didn't really know what to make of it and Adam used to look at me sometimes wondering what was happening. Before long we found out. They often say that you forget the pain once you have your baby in hour arms. Rubbish! You never forget it, but you do accept it. And so did I, again and again. Adam and I had many children, too many. You could suggest we were trying to create our own little fiefdom, a little congregation of followers. It did make for interesting times though. Those years were a blur. Always finding new ways to grow more crops to feed us all and finding ways to milk and cream and butter and sew. Still, we shared everything and there were few demarcation disputes in our household. Ironic really, considering the argy-bargy in your world. Let's face it, we had little choice. It was two of us against many of them. We put up a united front and when we did have our arguments - yes, they didn't ever really stop - we made sure the children couldn't hear us. The arguments were usually over them anyway by this stage. Me yelling sf Adam to help me cultivate crops or collect cream, while he was more interested in playing games with the boys and plaiting the girls' hair. Or me yelling out to help pick the fruit and vegetables, while he was more interested in trying out a new dish to cook for dinner that night. Pity, he never really took to cleaning the toilet though. Come to think of it, that was another ongoing argument. As time went on, it was amazing what we were able to achieve. We had food, shelter, clothing and each other. There were some tough times too. The children were like children everywhere, either ganging up against us or ganging up against them. That meant fights - and there were lots of them. I can certainly tell you a thing or two about sibling rivalry. And let's not go anywhere near the teenage years. Suffice to say that meant tears were shed, by everyone. There were dark times, quite a few of them, but as I already mentioned, they only make the good times more special. Looking back, the harder we worked, the harsher the times, the less likely it was that Adam would mention Eden. When there was talk of it, I no longer sensed that fondness of it in his tone. It was as if it had become a childhood memory, because that is what it was, a child-like state, not a state for a fully rounded, mature being. It was innocence, but also ignorance, and I'm sure that Adam realised that what we achieved was far superior to that state. The children grew up and eventually left us. They created their own havens, full of the love and responsibilities they'd learnt from their parents. In our last years together, we loved nothing better than strolling though our orchard, grown over time and with tender love. We often reminisced about exactly when we planted particular trees. And often disagreed, of course. We enjoyed a variety of beautiful fruits for all seasons. The fig trees provided the reflect of flesh in their tender, green skins while the oranges were so sweet and juicy and tasty. But our favourites, always, were the apple trees. Adam died. It was it unexpected. He had been deteriorating for some time, his body bent and frail. Mine is much the same. The children tried to help me, but my mind wanders these days so it is difficult to keep track of who visits when. What I like to do when they do visit, is relate stories of our past. With so many of them, the opportunity is always there. I like to remember those times, many years ago when we fought and loved and laughed. When we supported each other, played tricks on each other, even at times hurt each other. That is love. That is living. Our paradise was here on earth and of our own making. This was not Paradise Lost, this was just paradise. And to think that one little apple, played just right, opened the door to our Eden. ******* So that's the first story! That's Eve. I hope you enjoyed it, and please feel free to give some feedback! I'll try and post the second story - Mary Magdalene tomorrow night. I'll try and use a computer to type it up this time though. Using the iPad was hard, and again, I apologise for any typing errors.
Hi guys! So, this is a story I finished writing just over two years ago for my English Extension 2 Major Work, and I was just tidying up when I came across it. So, I thought I would type it all up, and share it to you. I hope you like it. A View of One's Own is a triptych of short stories. The first story focuses on Eve, the second one Mary Magdalene, and the third one Lilith. Since it's late, and I'm typing up the stories on my iPad, (so please forgive any typos), I'll just post the first story tonight.) AView of One's Own By Melissa Woods https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/72/b7/11/72b711098c43dba474c089039e4a4b93.jpg "For most of history, Anonymous was a woman." -Virginia Woolf Eve "You are the storyteller of your own life, and you can create your own legend, or not." -Isabel Allende The sun streaked through stained glass windows, refracting onto the walls, the upturned faces and the sumptuous altar. The streaks of celestial light suggested beauty, enjoyment, excitement, warmth, and images of beach cricket on golden sans. It suggested lazing on a soft green carpet of lawn, lovers with arms intertwined, and convivial discussions with bringers and friends and sisters, as they laughed or fought or resolved the problems of the universe. But in here they ignored that temptation. In here, the hairs on their arms stood upright as they reacted to the icy air. She sighed impatiently as she sat next to her mother. Today was going to be the first week of listening to the minister sermonise about 'fallen women of the Bible.' She couldn't believe that her mother had decided that this would somehow be a beneficial experience for them. Especially as her mother knew what she thought of the minister. Such pompous, parsimonious preaching he always delivered. Such a mean spirited individual, and he would preach to them about tolerance, empathy, Christian values? As if! As if reading her thoughts, he turned and faced her, staring straight at her, a smirk playing around the corners of his lips. She stared straight back. Her eyes became opaque, her lips set and her face a mask. She would not play his games. Fall for his surface charm like so many of the more supposedly experienced female congregation. This was what church had become. A parade of superficial and puritanically fervoured followers. Church hadn't been like this before him. They were meant to be family. They were meant to be worshipping God together and yet... it just wasn't like that. If had changed. Instead of them being able to look up to him and follow him, what breathed in here was a sense of righteous and fanatical morality. "Settle down now," he called in his smarmy voice. Honestly, couldn't anyone else read this guy? She rolled her eyes when she noticed that everyone did exactly as he ordered. Silence invaded the room in order to allow him to share his profound insight into the Bible. It was as if he was God. It disgusted her. "Welcome," he stated. "Today we will begin our study of fallen women of the Bible and today we will begin with Eve." He glanced around at every single person, and she did the same. They were hanging on to every word he said. It was amazingly awful. Her eyes moved over to the window, and the light outside, where the sun embraced and entranced and smiled down on its worshippers. Yet in here, everyone was expected to look up to and fawn at him. "Ahem. As I said, we will be beginning our study of fallen women, and today we will be discussing Eve." Wrong. They wouldn't be discussing Eve, he would be sermonising about her. They wouldn't get a word in. They were his audience, passive, appeasing. They'd learnt well how to behave, how to acquiesce, how to be 'perfect women.' But her? Give her Eve anytime. What the Minister didn't realise was that Eve wasn't a fallen woman. Far from it. She hadn't been tricked by the serpent. She'd made her own decisions. She wanted Adam to taste test the forbidden apple, to experience something new. To just experience. ******* Yes, I admit, I always did love him. He was so sweet, so innocent, and ah, well, not so bad in bed, either. But I digress. Let's move on, shall we? It's just that he was also infuriating with his wish to protect, to be the perfect provider. And let's be realistic here - we were well and truly provided for anyway. What did he really have to do? Kill a beast for food? Hey - they almost had targets drawn on their hide. The truth was that we lived in an area that had everything we could wish for, but that, let's face it, was so perfect it was boring. What happened to challenge, to building resilience, to growth through adversity? That was what we needed. No. That was what I needed. I wanted to escape our little enclave, to see what was beyond. I wanted to feel excitement, fear, pain even. I knew that in our bubble we exuded happiness and that we played the part of the happy couple to perfection. It was a eternal honeymoon, but a honeymoon that led to... what? So I didn't want paradise. I wanted life. I knew it wouldn't take much to get kicked out. Beneath that benign smile, I always sensed a rigid, moralistic stance. I went out looking for a means of escape and it didn't take long to find it. Let's face it, Damien was a mere male and couldn't believe his luck when I sounded interested. But I really did feel for Adam when he realised what I'd done and had to make a choice. And what a choice! Really it was paradise or poverty. That was when I really fell for him. It took guys to choose poverty to be with me. Still, I would make it worth his while. Everybody has their own version of Paradise to which they aspire, yet I had abandoned ours. The world we entered gave us little relief. We had to build a shelter, find food to eat, and clothes to wear, to protect us from the cold of this world. There were endless fights. I won't refute the fact that Adam was upset with me for quite some time. Yet slowly, slowly I noticed his his body changed through all the hard physical labour, as did mine. We became resilient, stronger. We learnt to laugh at the silliest of things, and our little private jokes created our little private world. Adam struggled more than me. He always used Eden as a yardstick and that was why he could never see what I saw in our new world. He could only compare the dryness here to the lush surroundings in Eden. But I saw the ochres, the vivid light, I felt the extra warmth on my skin and saw how that warmth could bake clay to provide walls for shelter and pots to carry and even cook things. He compared the downpours to the soft mist of Eden, but I saw in the downpour clean water to drink and lakes of water to refresh ourselves. I even saw how new life sprouted from the rivulets and puddles. It was fascinating, enticing even. And soon enough, the baking sun would dry us and warm us again. It took time and many arguments before he began to see our world through its own prism and not that of Eden. It took time for him to work out how to build walls that would not fall down, too. But I, too, was on a learning curve and soon realised how to influence him. Those old clichés of heart, stomach, penis and brain aren't too far wrong. I learnt to cajole, rather than to instruct. He always responded better to that. Sometimes he was just like a child, who would sulk and remind me what we had left behind and there were times when I responded in kind, angrily asserting he find another if he wasn't happy. Not much chance of that! But there was also plenty of time to explore our new world and to laugh at new discoveries and make love in our own little haven. All that love-making ensured that it was not long before I noticed changed in my body. We both didn't really know what to make of it and Adam used to look at me sometimes wondering what was happening. Before long we found out. They often say that you forget the pain once you have your baby in hour arms. Rubbish! You never forget it, but you do accept it. And so did I, again and again. Adam and I had many children, too many. You could suggest we were trying to create our own little fiefdom, a little congregation of followers. It did make for interesting times though. Those years were a blur. Always finding new ways to grow more crops to feed us all and finding ways to milk and cream and butter and sew. Still, we shared everything and there were few demarcation disputes in our household. Ironic really, considering the argy-bargy in your world. Let's face it, we had little choice. It was two of us against many of them. We put up a united front and when we did have our arguments - yes, they didn't ever really stop - we made sure the children couldn't hear us. The arguments were usually over them anyway by this stage. Me yelling sf Adam to help me cultivate crops or collect cream, while he was more interested in playing games with the boys and plaiting the girls' hair. Or me yelling out to help pick the fruit and vegetables, while he was more interested in trying out a new dish to cook for dinner that night. Pity, he never really took to cleaning the toilet though. Come to think of it, that was another ongoing argument. As time went on, it was amazing what we were able to achieve. We had food, shelter, clothing and each other. There were some tough times too. The children were like children everywhere, either ganging up against us or ganging up against them. That meant fights - and there were lots of them. I can certainly tell you a thing or two about sibling rivalry. And let's not go anywhere near the teenage years. Suffice to say that meant tears were shed, by everyone. There were dark times, quite a few of them, but as I already mentioned, they only make the good times more special. Looking back, the harder we worked, the harsher the times, the less likely it was that Adam would mention Eden. When there was talk of it, I no longer sensed that fondness of it in his tone. It was as if it had become a childhood memory, because that is what it was, a child-like state, not a state for a fully rounded, mature being. It was innocence, but also ignorance, and I'm sure that Adam realised that what we achieved was far superior to that state. The children grew up and eventually left us. They created their own havens, full of the love and responsibilities they'd learnt from their parents. In our last years together, we loved nothing better than strolling though our orchard, grown over time and with tender love. We often reminisced about exactly when we planted particular trees. And often disagreed, of course. We enjoyed a variety of beautiful fruits for all seasons. The fig trees provided the reflect of flesh in their tender, green skins while the oranges were so sweet and juicy and tasty. But our favourites, always, were the apple trees. Adam died. It was it unexpected. He had been deteriorating for some time, his body bent and frail. Mine is much the same. The children tried to help me, but my mind wanders these days so it is difficult to keep track of who visits when. What I like to do when they do visit, is relate stories of our past. With so many of them, the opportunity is always there. I like to remember those times, many years ago when we fought and loved and laughed. When we supported each other, played tricks on each other, even at times hurt each other. That is love. That is living. Our paradise was here on earth and of our own making. This was not Paradise Lost, this was just paradise. And to think that one little apple, played just right, opened the door to our Eden. ******* So that's the first story! That's Eve. I hope you enjoyed it, and please feel free to give some feedback! I'll try and post the second story - Mary Magdalene tomorrow night. I'll try and use a computer to type it up this time though. Using the iPad was hard, and again, I apologise for any typing errors.
Hi guys! So, this is a story I finished writing just over two years ago for my English Extension 2 Major Work, and I was just tidying up when I came across it. So, I thought I would type it all up, and share it to you. I hope you like it. A View of One's Own is a triptych of short stories. The first story focuses on Eve, the second one Mary Magdalene, and the third one Lilith. Since it's late, and I'm typing up the stories on my iPad, (so please forgive any typos), I'll just post the first story tonight.) A View of One's Own By Melissa Woods "For most of history, Anonymous was a woman." -Virginia Woolf Eve "You are the storyteller of your own life, and you can create your own legend, or not." -Isabel Allende The sun streaked through stained glass windows, refracting onto the walls, the upturned faces and the sumptuous altar. The streaks of celestial light suggested beauty, enjoyment, excitement, warmth, and images of beach cricket on golden sans. It suggested lazing on a soft green carpet of lawn, lovers with arms intertwined, and convivial discussions with bringers and friends and sisters, as they laughed or fought or resolved the problems of the universe. But in here they ignored that temptation. In here, the hairs on their arms stood upright as they reacted to the icy air. She sighed impatiently as she sat next to her mother. Today was going to be the first week of listening to the minister sermonise about 'fallen women of the Bible.' She couldn't believe that her mother had decided that this would somehow be a beneficial experience for them. Especially as her mother knew what she thought of the minister. Such pompous, parsimonious preaching he always delivered. Such a mean spirited individual, and he would preach to them about tolerance, empathy, Christian values? As if! As if reading her thoughts, he turned and faced her, staring straight at her, a smirk playing around the corners of his lips. She stared straight back. Her eyes became opaque, her lips set and her face a mask. She would not play his games. Fall for his surface charm like so many of the more supposedly experienced female congregation. This was what church had become. A parade of superficial and puritanically fervoured followers. Church hadn't been like this before him. They were meant to be family. They were meant to be worshipping God together and yet... it just wasn't like that. If had changed. Instead of them being able to look up to him and follow him, what breathed in here was a sense of righteous and fanatical morality. "Settle down now," he called in his smarmy voice. Honestly, couldn't anyone else read this guy? She rolled her eyes when she noticed that everyone did exactly as he ordered. Silence invaded the room in order to allow him to share his profound insight into the Bible. It was as if he was God. It disgusted her. "Welcome," he stated. "Today we will begin our study of fallen women of the Bible and today we will begin with Eve." He glanced around at every single person, and she did the same. They were hanging on to every word he said. It was amazingly awful. Her eyes moved over to the window, and the light outside, where the sun embraced and entranced and smiled down on its worshippers. Yet in here, everyone was expected to look up to and fawn at him. "Ahem. As I said, we will be beginning our study of fallen women, and today we will be discussing Eve." Wrong. They wouldn't be discussing Eve, he would be sermonising about her. They wouldn't get a word in. They were his audience, passive, appeasing. They'd learnt well how to behave, how to acquiesce, how to be 'perfect women.' But her? Give her Eve anytime. What the Minister didn't realise was that Eve wasn't a fallen woman. Far from it. She hadn't been tricked by the serpent. She'd made her own decisions. She wanted Adam to taste test the forbidden apple, to experience something new. To just experience. ******* Yes, I admit, I always did love him. He was so sweet, so innocent, and ah, well, not so bad in bed, either. But I digress. Let's move on, shall we? It's just that he was also infuriating with his wish to protect, to be the perfect provider. And let's be realistic here - we were well and truly provided for anyway. What did he really have to do? Kill a beast for food? Hey - they almost had targets drawn on their hide. The truth was that we lived in an area that had everything we could wish for, but that, let's face it, was so perfect it was boring. What happened to challenge, to building resilience, to growth through adversity? That was what we needed. No. That was what I needed. I wanted to escape our little enclave, to see what was beyond. I wanted to feel excitement, fear, pain even. I knew that in our bubble we exuded happiness and that we played the part of the happy couple to perfection. It was a eternal honeymoon, but a honeymoon that led to... what? So I didn't want paradise. I wanted life. I knew it wouldn't take much to get kicked out. Beneath that benign smile, I always sensed a rigid, moralistic stance. I went out looking for a means of escape and it didn't take long to find it. Let's face it, Damien was a mere male and couldn't believe his luck when I sounded interested. But I really did feel for Adam when he realised what I'd done and had to make a choice. And what a choice! Really it was paradise or poverty. That was when I really fell for him. It took guys to choose poverty to be with me. Still, I would make it worth his while. Everybody has their own version of Paradise to which they aspire, yet I had abandoned ours. The world we entered gave us little relief. We had to build a shelter, find food to eat, and clothes to wear, to protect us from the cold of this world. There were endless fights. I won't refute the fact that Adam was upset with me for quite some time. Yet slowly, slowly I noticed his his body changed through all the hard physical labour, as did mine. We became resilient, stronger. We learnt to laugh at the silliest of things, and our little private jokes created our little private world. Adam struggled more than me. He always used Eden as a yardstick and that was why he could never see what I saw in our new world. He could only compare the dryness here to the lush surroundings in Eden. But I saw the ochres, the vivid light, I felt the extra warmth on my skin and saw how that warmth could bake clay to provide walls for shelter and pots to carry and even cook things. He compared the downpours to the soft mist of Eden, but I saw in the downpour clean water to drink and lakes of water to refresh ourselves. I even saw how new life sprouted from the rivulets and puddles. It was fascinating, enticing even. And soon enough, the baking sun would dry us and warm us again. It took time and many arguments before he began to see our world through its own prism and not that of Eden. It took time for him to work out how to build walls that would not fall down, too. But I, too, was on a learning curve and soon realised how to influence him. Those old clichés of heart, stomach, penis and brain aren't too far wrong. I learnt to cajole, rather than to instruct. He always responded better to that. Sometimes he was just like a child, who would sulk and remind me what we had left behind and there were times when I responded in kind, angrily asserting he find another if he wasn't happy. Not much chance of that! But there was also plenty of time to explore our new world and to laugh at new discoveries and make love in our own little haven. All that love-making ensured that it was not long before I noticed changed in my body. We both didn't really know what to make of it and Adam used to look at me sometimes wondering what was happening. Before long we found out. They often say that you forget the pain once you have your baby in hour arms. Rubbish! You never forget it, but you do accept it. And so did I, again and again. Adam and I had many children, too many. You could suggest we were trying to create our own little fiefdom, a little congregation of followers. It did make for interesting times though. Those years were a blur. Always finding new ways to grow more crops to feed us all and finding ways to milk and cream and butter and sew. Still, we shared everything and there were few demarcation disputes in our household. Ironic really, considering the argy-bargy in your world. Let's face it, we had little choice. It was two of us against many of them. We put up a united front and when we did have our arguments - yes, they didn't ever really stop - we made sure the children couldn't hear us. The arguments were usually over them anyway by this stage. Me yelling sf Adam to help me cultivate crops or collect cream, while he was more interested in playing games with the boys and plaiting the girls' hair. Or me yelling out to help pick the fruit and vegetables, while he was more interested in trying out a new dish to cook for dinner that night. Pity, he never really took to cleaning the toilet though. Come to think of it, that was another ongoing argument. As time went on, it was amazing what we were able to achieve. We had food, shelter, clothing and each other. There were some tough times too. The children were like children everywhere, either ganging up against us or ganging up against them. That meant fights - and there were lots of them. I can certainly tell you a thing or two about sibling rivalry. And let's not go anywhere near the teenage years. Suffice to say that meant tears were shed, by everyone. There were dark times, quite a few of them, but as I already mentioned, they only make the good times more special. Looking back, the harder we worked, the harsher the times, the less likely it was that Adam would mention Eden. When there was talk of it, I no longer sensed that fondness of it in his tone. It was as if it had become a childhood memory, because that is what it was, a child-like state, not a state for a fully rounded, mature being. It was innocence, but also ignorance, and I'm sure that Adam realised that what we achieved was far superior to that state. The children grew up and eventually left us. They created their own havens, full of the love and responsibilities they'd learnt from their parents. In our last years together, we loved nothing better than strolling though our orchard, grown over time and with tender love. We often reminisced about exactly when we planted particular trees. And often disagreed, of course. We enjoyed a variety of beautiful fruits for all seasons. The fig trees provided the reflect of flesh in their tender, green skins while the oranges were so sweet and juicy and tasty. But our favourites, always, were the apple trees. Adam died. It wasn't unexpected. He had been deteriorating for some time, his body bent and frail. Mine is much the same. The children tried to help me, but my mind wanders these days so it is difficult to keep track of who visits when. What I like to do when they do visit, is relate stories of our past. With so many of them, the opportunity is always there. I like to remember those times, many years ago when we fought and loved and laughed. When we supported each other, played tricks on each other, even at times hurt each other. That is love. That is living. Our paradise was here on earth and of our own making. This was not Paradise Lost, this was just paradise. And to think that one little apple, played just right, opened the door to our Eden. ******* So that's the first story! That's Eve. I hope you enjoyed it, and please feel free to give some feedback! I'll try and post the second story - Mary Magdalene tomorrow night. I'll try and use a computer to type it up this time though. Using the iPad was hard, and again, I apologise for any typing errors.
WARNING: Gifs present, thread may take some time to load. -iSmash_De_Saison- Hi, if you've opened this thread, I am assuming you are here to read some juicy gossip about one of pimd's mods. Well, guess what? You're in luck! I am about to expose all his secrets and corruption (and offer you a sweet deal, but shhhhh, this last part is a secret). Hmmm, where do I start? Well, first off, he has a number of fetishes. For example... hairdryers. Yeah... You heard me right, he's absolutely obsessed! Show him one, and he'll sit there for hours, not like this: But, like this: But don't worry, after he's done being a total hog, Ant will be nice (gasp!) and dry your hair for you too. If you're looking for someone to obsess over things with, chat him up! What else? Oh! He loves to joke around! He especially likes to be the butt of practical jokes and witty comments. But, although he likes having them directed at him, Ant will often throw back his own remark, so... be on the lookout. Well, I guess that's it for now, ?otherwise he'll eat me alive instead of just killing me after reading this. Now that the spilling is done, it's time for that offer I was talking about earlier: Send him loads of toilet paper, Porta potties to go with the paper, and/or wall him and he might, just might give you a dv. But, in case he backs out, if you wall him, I'll send you a gift. ️↝❥мͥɑgͣsͫ✾↜️
WARNING: Gifs present, thread may take some time to load. ?-iSmash_De_Saison- Hi, if you've opened this thread, I am assuming you are here to read some juicy gossip about one of pimd's mods. Well, guess what? You're in luck! I am about to expose all his secrets and corruption (and offer you a sweet deal, but shhhhh, this last part is a secret). Hmmm, where do I start? Well, first off, he has a number of fetishes. For example... hairdryers. Yeah... You heard me right, he's absolutely obsessed! Show him one, and he'll sit there for hours, not like this: But, like this: Or like this: But don't worry, after he's done being a total hog, Ant will be nice and dry your hair for you too (gasp!). If you're looking for someone to obsess over things with, chat him up! What else? Oh! He loves to joke around! He especially likes to be the butt of practical jokes and witty comments. But, although he likes having them directed at him, Ant will often throw back his own remark, so... be on the lookout. Well, I guess that's it for now, ?otherwise he'll eat me alive instead of just killing me after reading this. Now that the spilling is done, it's time for that offer I was talking about earlier: Send him loads of toilet paper, Porta potties to go with the paper, and/or wall him and he might, just might give you a dv. But, in case he backs out, if you wall him, I'll send you a gift. ️↝❥мͥɑgͣsͫ✾↜️
❄️Sub_Zero❄️ ❄️ Sub Zero literally means below 0. It is usually used for negative numbers, i.e. Negative temperatures. ❄️ ❄️ It can also refer to a Mortal Kombar character, for Mortal Kombat fans. I wouldn't of known if I didn't search it. A fictional character in G.I. Joe universe ❄️ ❄️ However, today I am referring to a new club. ?A b2b pro club when we have enough members. We hope this club to be as successful as possible️. ❄️ ❄️ As all clubs have, we also have a few rules?. 800kcs and above? You're allowed to take your drops home. If you only have 29 and below hits, and you get a hypnocat it will be used in the club. ? No drama Those are the main rules. There are a few more on our club wall. ❄️ Come and help us. Admins are needed.
Birthdays! Post below your birthdays (month and day), every 5 or so pages I will get the thread updated so that it shows your birthday on it. This way, no one will forget your birthday and you can see who else shares the same birthdate! ❄January❄ 1st - KrazyAbhi 3rd - -WB-MurderessPewPew 3rd - takaveng 5th - lXxl_ROTE_mandybear_lXxl 6th - pierce_the_kat 7th - Luis0_0 7th - 40Tyree 11th - MissCarmel 12th - Eagle 12th - -StrawberrAmy- 12th - JF-Aly_Allie_Allison 18th - -EViL-BadassBerryTheWarFairy 18th - Xx-Pride-xX 20th - -iDestiny- 20th - -Hybrid- 28th - -_X_-iHeartAnime 29th- -COS_Inevitably-Jiggy- 29th - JeremyAtambo 29th - iAmPromise 30th - Kismet-- February 2nd - iAngel_TheFirst-OnYourWishList 3rd - Rehab_MrWinter 3rd - iLandoEatJoeyForDinner 6th - AshwTheMaleBodyInspector 12th - dakota233 13th - Jerk 15th - BonBonxx 15th - Nymphadora_x 16th - -Barney_Stinson- 16th - jane_voltury 19th - -Sincerely_Sami- 20th - Mandi 20th - Pincushion 23rd - -_-PhoenixAshes-_- 24th - -NO-HisQueenOfSassAndAss 26th - llllllllSunnyllllllll 26th - MrsYoungsavage1811 March 2nd - iCaseyAmARebel 3rd - iMousyNibbleCandy 5th - LittleMissTwee 6th - RichieJr 7th - -_A_-Omar-TheNoob 8th - MYS_Krissy_TIC 10th - Georgia310 10th - SweetHoneyCake 11th - iLoveMeForTheBothOfUs 11th - TwistedLife 12th - AresGodOfWar 13th - HerMightyKnightSora 15th - CeltyShark 16th - -iQuit- 17th - WonderWoman 18th - iElliesaurusHasASaurAss 24th - TH-Cherry-S-Apple 26th - 00_AtomicBabyRuth 29th - Arrowette 30th - anon4457 30th - ZettmansStalkR April 1st - iCraveTheVitaminD 1st - CaseyOwens_ 6th - Infinity- 10th - Cheesy 11th - -_A_-RoamingFrappeJavaChip 12th - JollyOld-SIN-Nick 12th - I_Love_Mr_Sabroff 13th - L7-III_DONNAxHATESxYOU_III- 18th - -6A-MALNOURISHDPIG 20th - buttpirate69 23rd - -OS-SKYEFOX-LEGEND- May 2nd - -_-Bee-_- 2nd - ItsBrittanyxx 9th - IamberWantYourKisses 17th - -EX-Sunny- 19th - -UN-IAmAwesome- 20th - Alpaca 21st - Bear 21st - HyourinmaruTheIcePrince 22nd - -_-FancyPants 24th - -HandsomeMarc 28th - -TheMadHatter- 29th - -e-Fire-Burns-ToMeltYourHeart 29th - TheEvilQueenSarahIsCrazy ⛅June⛅ 1st yapura 2nd - Matt 4th - siwz 4th - Ryuk 4th - Pax_-WhyFlowSerious 5th - formerlyFHDVHDF 9th - JediDictator 12th - CrazyLurker_S1218 14th - TheWalkingSavage 16th - VodkaVinny 21st - -CareBear_Crystal-Sparrow- 24th - J3SS_ 26th - KallieLovesNutella 27th - L7-YummyJoe_LabLab_FrenchFries 29th - Enselina July 1st - -NL-OnlyWearingASantaHat 2nd - Chavez160 2nd - 80s_Ch4rm3dND4ng3r0uS 4th - LovelyMary 4th - Ryan_is_the_BIG1 5th - JackDaniels (Mofyy) 6th - I-Eat_Pie 6th -I-Eat_Pie 9th - iChloe_HaveMyBEWBLESHungHigh 12th - YourzForeverandAlwayz 13th - Basich 18th - -Luigi- 18th - -Redneck_Romeo- 23rd - KatieBug94 25th - -SparkleJumpRopeQueen- 28th - -MiN 29th - Horizons 29th - iValAmAlwaysOnTheNaughtyList 30th - iDontDropTheSoap August 3rd - RuchaN 10th - neutronstar_1996 13th - -KING_ALIEN- 17th - __adam_f 22nd - -LN-iSophWillStalkYou- 27th - IvyFlores 28th - ---V_RuneOfFlame--- 28th - RandomDude999 29th - ---Whatever ?September? 1st - ET_SkyWalker 3rd - CalvinHarris 3rd - SharpKiller 4th - Moyonopoly 5th - periwinkle123 6th - BrandiNichole 6th - Wanderer 10th - Nosquib 11th - cUpCaKeKiLLeR 14th - Buttocks 15th - Sweet_love_smoochez 15th - jenil12 17th - iBubblesJustSmurfedYourSock 19th - iEllenDeGeneres 19th - Pax_-IJenJenThe-_-War-Queen-_- 21st - GranniePanties 23rd - Cholo_80s 25th - -ForrestGump- 25th - Joomi 28th - LintInMyMints October 1st - -Tesla- 2nd - Goku 6th - Indecisive 6th - bubby8045 7th - YellowSlushy 8th - -_Lady_Dynamite_- 8th - xZombieCandyx 10th - -_Last_King_- 10th - The-EViL-Badass_Stealing_Bacon 12th - EVAN1334 12th - IT_iMikeCant_stay-AwayFrom_her 14th - -MissSweetThangg- 16th - DimpleFace01 17th - Mickelodeon 18th - LoneAzteca 18th - iGC_Stuff_Her_Stocking 20th - JingleBellsBatmanSmells 21st - -Ahli-LovesMike 21st - -BAD-Toy 21st - IBunnyTwerkForCookies 21st - raradiwi 24th - Luna_Kyung 27th - emberlynne 28th - Shun 29th - Wolverine 29th - Zoeenoell 31st - iChris-MessWith_You November 2nd - SavyStarrlight 4th - DomiDearest 4th - -SashaBlouse 6th - MidnightMemories 8th - TheGreat_lady-rainbow 12th - noWiFi 13th - Meagan 14th - IICIIAIISIIHIIDIIAIILIIAIIS 17th - -_-STORMY-_- 19th - primrose_mallark 21st - ReidWolfe 23rd - sykesforlife 25th - sweet-mishti 26th - HisShootingStar 28th - _-_rheanna_loves-drake-_xX December 5th - QueenThotSonia 6th - BooBridget 7th - Sherribaby84 8th - prettyfro 10th - candace141310000 11th - iSprinkleYouWithPixieDust 17th - Yona_ 18th - JustinBieber 17th - ----Sol--- 17th - -BarackObama- 17th - AJ_Bees_KillingEm_OOO 18th - JamesDoakes 18th - LizAndHer-_A_-ScottishKing 19th - -mikki_the_one_and_only- 20th - -EViL-Winter_Sparrow- 20th - Sammi 20th - -SIN-SWEET-JADE 20th - raine-the-lost 22nd - A_DevDev_S_FHB_S-HOC 22nd - R--SEANNE-TheMeanNurse--R 23rd - ---V_Romeo--- 25th - -_A_-Christian 25th - Brad_01 25th - R--TheDivision 25th - dehawk 25th - Shellyshells 27th - -__yashgupta__- 29th - Tristan_GreyWolf 31st - -OG-AlphaxWolf We can wish you a BIG Big thanks to my bebe, 'Pincushion' and Ahli for doing updates. Also Crystal for helping me with links. ~
Birthdays! Post below your birthdays (month and day), every 5 or so pages I will get the thread updated so that it shows your birthday on it. This way, no one will forget your birthday and you can see who else shares the same birthdate! ❄January❄ 1st - KrazyAbhi 3rd - -WB-MurderessPewPew 3rd - takaveng 5th - lXxl_ROTE_mandybear_lXxl 6th - pierce_the_kat 7th - Luis0_0 7th - 40Tyree 11th - MissCarmel 12th - Eagle 12th - -StrawberrAmy- 12th - -00-AlyDaGem-00- 18th - -MM-AshlieeThePotheadPixie 18th - Xx-Pride-xX 20th - iFallenAngel 20th - -Hybrid- 28th - -_X_-iHeartAnime 29th- -COS_JiggyFarmsNazzy- 29th - JeremyAtambo 29th - -iPromiseToNotPromise- 30th - Kismet-- February 2nd - iAngel_TheFirst-OnYourWishList 3rd - Rehab_MrWinter 3rd - _JTK_HumanTorch_ 6th - AshwTheMaleBodyInspector 12th - dakota233 13th - Jerk 15th - BonBonxx 15th - Nymphadora_x 16th - -Barney_Stinson- 16th - jane_voltury 19th - DUH-SamiSweetheart 20th - Mandi 20th - Pincushion 23rd - INTSR_Fawkes-ThePhoenix 24th - iKariAmHisNaughtyKitty 26th - llllllllSunnyllllllll 26th - Spicedwithsavagecuteness March 2nd - iCaseyAmARebel 3rd - iMousyNibbleCandy 5th - LittleMissTwee 6th - RichieJr 7th - -_A_-Omar 8th - MYS_Krissy_TIC 10th - iGeorgiaGotThePeaches 10th - SweetHoneyCake 11th - Eve_Da_Lurkin_Vampire 11th - TwistedLife 12th - AresGodOfWar 13th - MissRp 15th - CeltyShark 16th - -DOiLookLIKEiCare- 17th - WonderWoman 18th - iElliesaurus 24th - -SakuraHime- 26th - 00_AtomicBabyRuth 29th - ForeverNoob 30th - IIIIIIIIFaRm3d4a_R3450nIIIIIII 30th - -__bubbiee__- April 1st - iCraveTheVitaminD 1st - CaseyOwens_ 6th - Infinity- 10th - Cheesy 11th - -_A_-RoamingFrappeJavaChip 12th - -SIN 12th - SIN-SWEET-lyYourTemptation 13th - L7-III_DONNAxHATESxYOU_III- 18th - -6A-MALNOURISHDPIG 20th - buttpirate69 23rd - -OS-SKYEFOX-LEGEND- May 2nd - -_-Bee-_- 2nd - ItsBrittanyxx 9th - AmberThePinkKitty-Monster 17th - -HH-Sunny-SV- 19th - Vin_urs 20th - CL-FluffyMarshmallow 21st - Bear 21st - HyourinmaruTheIcePrince 22nd - -_-FancyPants 24th - MII_3CookieMONSTER0_IIL 28th - -TheMadHatter- 29th - -e-Fire-Burns-ToMeltYourHeart 29th - AngelSarahGetsSpankedByDevil ⛅June⛅ 1st Rabbits01 2nd - Matt 4th - siwz 4th - Pax_-WhyFlowSerious 5th - formerlyFHDVHDF 9th - JediDictator 12th - CrazyLurker_S1218 14th - TheWalkingSavage 16th - OSIIIVinceIILeIIVodkaIIILEGEND 21st - -CareBear_Crystal-Sparrow- 24th - J3SS_ 26th - KallieLovesNutella 27th - L7-YummyJoe_LabLab_FrenchFries 29th - Enselina July 1st - -NL-iBritt-FoundMyRomeo 2nd - Chavez160 2nd - 80s_Ch4rm3dND4ng3r0uS 4th - LovelyMary 4th - Ryan_is_the_BIG1 5th - JackDaniels (Mofyy) 6th - I-Eat_Pie 9th - MadameChloeLeBewbs 13th - iBasich-StealDarsCocoPuffs 18th - -J3nni- 18th - -Redneck_Romeo- 23rd - KatieBug94 25th - -SparkleJumpRopeQueen- 28th - -MiN 29th - Horizons 29th - iValerieLoveHisItalianSausage 30th - iDontDropTheSoap August 3rd - RuchaN 10th - neutronstar_1996 13th - -KING_ALIEN- 17th - __adam_f 22nd - TH-_BalloonGirl_- 27th - IYP-IvyFlores 28th - ---V_RuneOfFlame--- 28th - RandomDude999 29th - ---Whatever ?September? 1st - IO_-rderedTheSalad_ 3rd - CalvinHarris 3rd - SharpKiller 4th - Moyonopoly 5th - periwinkle123 6th - BrandiNichole 6th - Wanderer 10th - Nosquib 11th - cUpCaKeKiLLeR 14th - Buttocks 15th - Sweet_love_smoochez 15th - jenil12 17th - iBubblesJustSmurfedYourSock 19th - iReesesPeetaButter 19th - -_-1J3nF33fOffYorEn3rgy-_- 21st - GranniePanties 23rd - The-BAD-AlcoholicCholo 25th - -ForrestGump- 25th - Joomi 28th - LintInMyMints October 1st - -Tesla- 2nd - Goku 6th - Indecisive 6th - bubby8045 7th - ChristianGrey 8th - -_Lady_Dynamite_- 8th - xZombieCandyx 10th - -_Last_King_- 10th - The-EViL-Badass_Stealing_Bacon 12th - EVAN1334 12th - IT_iMikeCant_stay-AwayFrom_her 14th - -MissSweetThangg- 16th - DimpleFace01 17th - Mickelodeon 18th - LoneAzteca 18th - GCampos11018 20th - JingleBellsBatmanSmells 21st - -Ahli-LovesMike 21st - -BAD-Toy 21st - IBunnyTwerkForCookies 21st - raradiwi 24th - --CottonCandy-- 27th - emberlynne 28th - Dinoroars 29th - -Harley_Quinn- 29th - Zoeenoell 31st - iChris-MessWith_You November 2nd - SavyStarrlight 4th - iDomiAm-Vital-ToYou 4th - MrsPerez 6th - -_A_-Middy 8th - TheGreat_lady-rainbow 12th - noWiFi 13th - Meagan 14th - IICIIAIISIIHIIDIIAIILIIAIIS 17th - -_A_-utumn 19th - primrose_mallark 21st - ReidWolfe 23rd - sykesforlife 25th - sweet-mishti 26th - HisShootingStar 28th - iRheannaAmDrakesJuliet December 5th - QueenThotSonia 6th - BooSClues 7th - -Just-Desire-Sherri- 8th - prettyfro 10th - candace141310000 11th - iPixieShartGlitter_ 17th - Yona_ 18th - JustinBieber 17th - -Ares 17th - -BarackObama- 17th - AJ_KillingTheFluffyBunny_OOO 18th - JamesDoakes 18th - HisOnceUpon-_A_-Time 19th - -mikki_the_one_and_only- 20th - -EViL-Winter_Sparrow- 20th - Sammi 20th - -SIN-SWEET-JADE 20th - raine-the-lost 22nd - A_DevDev_S_FHB_S-HOC 22nd - R--SEANNE-TheMeanNurse--R 23rd - ---V_Romeo--- 25th - -_A_-Christian 25th - Brad_01 25th - R--TheDivision 25th - dehawk 25th - Shellyshells 27th - -__yashgupta__- 29th - Tristan_GreyWolf 31st - -OG-AlphaxWolf We can wish you a BIG Big thanks to my bebe, 'Pincushion' and Ahli for doing updates. Also Crystal for helping me with links. ~
Farm List I will try to update this so if someone becomes active again or is reset, I will delete them. Most farms are linked to their profile, so you can click on a name for fast transportation to the farm! When I write (alt) by a farms name, that means the account's main has asked for their alt to be added. I would recommend hitting farms that are 2-3x your stats. For those that don't know patterns, they are explained below. I recently added some farms by searching through the tut list and then looking to see if they look active or not, if they hit back or become seemingly active, let me know so I could remove their names. I have put a * by their names Dance Farms (pattern: 2-1) Nikon 5,452/900 Hawkeye 7,280/1,200 Lugo 6,320/2,532 Wikipedia 22,680/3,776 ken11 25,002/7,002 alex2711 39,240/6,944 mattsmack 48,600/19,424 AlohaParadise 38,882/34,482 _Macadoodles_ 42,730/39,400 mercin 70,268/18,750 leakyy 77,760/12,928 Dan2012 90,032/14,982 _aphrodite 56,684/34,996 miko2097 63,670/31,580 sylvianna 103,884/32,190 CaptJackSparrow 132,074/54,595 daekenzie 146,188/86,044 Hawkey3s 314,944/52,480 hdoxnskdown 260,810/106,614 bensen_ 282,136/85,288 mikeyy 214,880/152,544 Contagent 213,254/154,570 daddyss 186,992/180,432 SuperBaBa 198,478/168,946 BenjaminVanderbilt 208,318/159,106 rugbydemon 201,758/165,666 _-Young_Savage-_ 217,456/ 190,480 -Bery_Tiko- 246,204/165,420 -Hearts-Dupe30 257,968/228,858 TERROR-BadB0y-- 346,458/57,728 SuperRic 261,952/162,302 -PaT- 256,860/180,593 Vesta 286,230/160,564 Sessha 380,034/181,978 PurrFecTiOn 303,298/263,938 FaceCake 322,046/290,476 C00 433,328/249,222 Smit1241 454,650/394,388 Jaylumious 490,152/81,672 TERROR-BabyEater- 874,264/262,004 Bart_Simpson 847,034/334,898 Sanjjeev 777,148/710,124 *-e-SamWishingUponAShootingStar 684,986/630,360 Veng3ance 919,960/521,416 -VvV-Elmo_ 943,208/544,664 --DAFFAREL-- 1,175,692/312,180 chris96863 1,009,632/478,240 DazedKITTY-K4T 1,031,780/404,436 TERROR-Superboy- 1,275,328/212,544 BonD 976,420/511,452 Terror-ilililililililililil 1,208,904/278,968 *-Steve- 1,033,428/598,180 _Shaan_ 976,800/866,400 RS_DolceVita 810,360/677,512 -VS-Mr_J- 1,169,544/438,880 *-BCS-Rolde- 1,164,400/704,400 _-AngelCassio08-_ 1,351,500/702,900 *-REKS- 1,461,200/817,200 *____Michelle____ 1,617,000/1,147,800 Ares 5,346,000/874,800 (owner no longer has access to account, it has been proved with ss's) Fight Farms (pattern: 2-2-2-2-1) FIZZ 840/5,096 PlusSizedBoy 1,420/8,578 xing87 3,308/7,632 Juice__Box 4,092/24,564 PrAnKaH 6,350/30,600 mike_themoneymaker 5,656/34,020 FireSiege 19,088/72,168 mcfury 12,928/77,760 zanruko 19,424/71,280 KingCoop 34,812/64,286 whip 17,678/82,284 Alphard-Still-Alive 14,412/86,508 (open farm) KK-Alchemy 22,088/125,878 GODofWAR12 76,378/151,412 Chelsea_S 73,773/271,746 PWARS 58,712/352,336 (open farm) Helletic 159,106/208,318 L3ON 159,478/204,978 kasia 165,674/201,750 johnny_orange 292,528/294,166 Jecember 354,324/361,256 -TDO-ToffeeTheDestroyer 259,200/1,584,000 *-JP-Magnum_McSexySauce- 549,862/560,930 *-AverageJonny- 214,854/871,670 Even Build Farms Bbylovestacosandkisses 2,544/2,544 whats-app 3,392/3,392 tic34 3,808/3,816 (open) loverboyleo 10,288/10,288 -B2b_Cage 14,340/14,640 bro-special 20,318/20,318 -pancakes- 54,432/54,432 muymuyskie 59,542/59,542 -crunchynapkins 80,128/80,128 -S1218_Sherlyn_ITZLIDAT 92,070/91,342 -GE_iPanda 94,424/94,424 *---V_NovaQueen_Suzie--- 487,818/487,818 -_-Mini-_- 743,936/743,936 *-SuPeRmAn5-RAWRR 743,936/743,936 *i-am-Ysabel_Veronica- 848,688/848,688 *-MrsSassyEmi- 921,600/921,600 MadameButterfly-Anna 1,049,600/1,049,600 (open) Hitting Patterns Hitting patterns say how many times you need to hit to return back to full health. The Patterns: Dance: 2-1- Fight: 2-2-2-2-1- The number represents how many times you should hit. The dash (-) represents a 5 minute wait time till you regain health (not necessarily full) The completion of a pattern should bring you back to full health. Happy farming and treat the cows well! If I missed a farm that you'd be willing to share please let me know and I'll add it. Thanks goes to the Pimd Community Manager for providing me with the links to most of these farms. ️↝❥мͥɑgͣsͫ✾↜️
Farm List I will try to update this so if someone becomes active again or is reset, I will delete them. Most farms are linked to their profile, so you can click on a name for fast transportation to the farm! When I write (alt) by a farms name, that means the account's main has asked for their alt to be added. I would recommend hitting farms that are 2-3x your stats. For those that don't know patterns, they are explained below. I recently added some farms by searching through the tut list and then looking to see if they look active or not, if they hit back or become seemingly active, let me know so I could remove their names. I have put a * by their names Dance Farms (pattern: 2-1) Nikon 5,452/900 Hawkeye 7,280/1,200 Lugo 6,320/2,532 Wikipedia 22,680/3,776 ken11 25,002/7,002 alex2711 39,240/6,944 mattsmack 48,600/19,424 AlohaParadise 38,882/34,482 _Macadoodles_ 42,730/39,400 mercin 70,268/18,750 leakyy 77,760/12,928 Dan2012 90,032/14,982 _aphrodite 56,684/34,996 miko2097 63,670/31,580 sylvianna 103,884/32,190 CaptJackSparrow 132,074/54,595 daekenzie 146,188/86,044 Hawkey3s 314,944/52,480 hdoxnskdown 260,810/106,614 bensen_ 282,136/85,288 mikeyy 214,880/152,544 Contagent 213,254/154,570 daddyss 186,992/180,432 SuperBaBa 198,478/168,946 BenjaminVanderbilt 208,318/159,106 rugbydemon 201,758/165,666 _-Young_Savage-_ 217,456/ 190,480 -Bery_Tiko- 246,204/165,420 -Hearts-Dupe30 257,968/228,858 TERROR-BadB0y-- 346,458/57,728 SuperRic 261,952/162,302 -PaT- 256,860/180,593 Vesta 286,230/160,564 Sessha 380,034/181,978 PurrFecTiOn 303,298/263,938 FaceCake 322,046/290,476 C00 433,328/249,222 Smit1241 454,650/394,388 Jaylumious 490,152/81,672 TERROR-BabyEater- 874,264/262,004 Bart_Simpson 847,034/334,898 Sanjjeev 777,148/710,124 *-e-SamWishingUponAShootingStar 684,986/630,360 Veng3ance 919,960/521,416 -VvV-Elmo_ 943,208/544,664 --DAFFAREL-- 1,175,692/312,180 chris96863 1,009,632/478,240 DazedKITTY-K4T 1,031,780/404,436 TERROR-Superboy- 1,275,328/212,544 BonD 976,420/511,452 Terror-ilililililililililil 1,208,904/278,968 *-Steve- 1,033,428/598,180 _Shaan_ 976,800/866,400 RS_DolceVita 810,360/677,512 -VS-Mr_J- 1,169,544/438,880 *-BCS-Rolde- 1,164,400/704,400 _-AngelCassio08-_ 1,351,500/702,900 *-REKS- 1,461,200/817,200 *____Michelle____ 1,617,000/1,147,800 Ares 5,346,000/874,800 (owner no longer has access to account, it has been proved with ss's) Fight Farms (pattern: 2-2-2-2-1) FIZZ 840/5,096 PlusSizedBoy 1,420/8,578 xing87 3,308/7,632 Juice__Box 4,092/24,564 PrAnKaH 6,350/30,600 mike_themoneymaker 5,656/34,020 FireSiege 19,088/72,168 mcfury 12,928/77,760 zanruko 19,424/71,280 KingCoop 34,812/64,286 whip 17,678/82,284 Alphard-Still-Alive 14,412/86,508 (open) KK-Alchemy 22,088/125,878 GODofWAR12 76,378/151,412 Chelsea_S 73,773/271,746 PWARS 58,712/352,336 (open) Helletic 159,106/208,318 L3ON 159,478/204,978 kasia 165,674/201,750 johnny_orange 292,528/294,166 Jecember 354,324/361,256 -TDO-ToffeeTheDestroyer 259,200/1,584,000 *-JP-Magnum_McSexySauce- 549,862/560,930 *-AverageJonny- 214,854/871,670 Even Build Farms Bbylovestacosandkisses 2,544/2,544 whats-app 3,392/3,392 tic34 3,808/3,816 (open) loverboyleo 10,288/10,288 -B2b_Cage 14,340/14,640 bro-special 20,318/20,318 -pancakes- 54,432/54,432 muymuyskie 59,542/59,542 -crunchynapkins 80,128/80,128 -S1218_Sherlyn_ITZLIDAT 92,070/91,342 -GE_iPanda 94,424/94,424 *---V_NovaQueen_Suzie--- 487,818/487,818 -_-Mini-_- 743,936/743,936 *-SuPeRmAn5-RAWRR 743,936/743,936 *i-am-Ysabel_Veronica- 848,688/848,688 *-MrsSassyEmi- 921,600/921,600 MadameButterfly-Anna 1,049,600/1,049,600 (open) Hitting Patterns Hitting patterns say how many times you need to hit to return back to full health. The Patterns: Dance: 2-1- Fight: 2-2-2-2-1- The number represents how many times you should hit. The dash (-) represents a 5 minute wait time till you regain health (not necessarily full) The completion of a pattern should bring you back to full health. Happy farming and treat the cows well! If I missed a farm that you'd be willing to share please let me know and I'll add it. Thanks goes to the Pimd Community Manager for providing me with the links to most of these farms. ️↝❥мͥɑgͣsͫ✾↜️
Who Am I? - Game So, I thought of another game, people on forums enjoy these, right? Well, from what I've observed, some do. Here's how you play the game: Someone will post a short paragraph or story describing something and everyone has to try to guess what is being described. After the object/person... has been correctly guessed, the person with the correct guess writes the next description. If a new description isn't written within 20 minutes of its confirmed correctness, anyone can take over and write it. If the author of the description abandons the thread and doesn't give feedback on guesses for two pages or three hours (which ever comes last), someone else can write another description. Don't violate ToU/RoC so that thread wouldn't get locked. I'll start us off! I'm born. I live near my mother for six weeks. Occasionally strangers come and look at me, critique me. "She looks perfect!", "ehhh, i don't know...", "we'll see". After about six to eight weeks I'm taken away from my mother. I'm given to strangers. I'm terrified. Another week passes and it's not so bad. These strangers take care of me, they're becoming my new family. As time passes we get closer, they often call me their best friend. Life isn't bad. ️↝❥мͥɑgͣsͫ✾↜️
Who Am I? - Game So, I thought of another game, people on forums enjoy these, right? Well, from what I've observed, some do. Here's how you play the game: Someone will post a short paragraph or story describing something and everyone has to try to guess what is being described. After the object/person... has been correctly guessed, the person with the correct guess writes the next description. If a new description isn't written within 20 minutes of its confirmed correctness, anyone can take over and write it. If the author of the description abandons the thread and doesn't give feedback on guesses for two pages or three hours (which ever comes last), someone else can write another description. Don't violate ToU/RoC so that thread wouldn't get locked. I'll start us off! I'm born. I live near my mother for six weeks. Occasionally strangers come and look at me, critique me. "She looks perfect!", "ehhh, i don't know...", "we'll see". After about six to eight weeks I'm taken away from my mother. I'm given to strangers. I'm terrified. Another week passes and it's not so bad. These strangers take care of me, they're becoming my new family. As time passes we get closer, they often call me their best friend. Life isn't bad. [/color] ️↝❥мͥɑgͣsͫ✾↜️
Who Am I? - Game So, I thought of another game, people on forums enjoy these, right? Well, from what I've observed, some do. Here's how you play the game: Someone will post a short paragraph or story describing something and everyone has to try to guess what is being described. After the object/person... has been correctly guessed, the person with the correct guess writes the next description. If a new description isn't written within 20 minutes of its confirmed correctness, anyone can take over and write it. If the author of the description abandons the thread and doesn't give feedback on guesses for two pages or three hours (which ever comes last), someone else can write another description. Don't violate ToU/RoC so that thread wouldn't get locked. I'll start us off! I'm born. I live near my mother for six weeks. Occasionally strangers come and look at me, critique me. "She looks perfect!", "ehhh, i don't know...", "we'll see". After about six to eight weeks I'm taken away from my mother. I'm given to strangers. I'm terrified. Another week passes and it's not so bad. These strangers take care of me, they're becoming my new family. As time passes we get closer, they often call me their best friend. Life isn't bad. [/color] ️↝❥мͥɑgͣsͫ✾↜️
Who Am I? - Game So, I thought of another game, people on forums enjoy these, right? Well, from what I've observed, some do. Here's how you play the game: Someone will post a short paragraph or story describing something and everyone has to try to guess what is being described. After the object/person... has been correctly guessed, the person with the correct guess writes the next description. If a new description isn't written within 20 minutes of its confirmed correctness, anyone can take over and write it. If the author of the description abandons the thread and doesn't give feedback on guesses for two pages or three hours (which ever comes last), someone else can write another description. Don't violate ToU/RoC so that thread wouldn't get locked. I'll start us off! I'm born. I live near my mother for six weeks. Occasionally strangers come and look at me, critique me. "She looks perfect!", "ehhh, i don't know...", "we'll see". After about six to eight weeks I'm taken away from my mother. I'm given to strangers. I'm terrified. Another week passes and it's not so bad. These strangers take care of me, they're becoming my new family. As time passes we get closer, they often call me their best friend. Life isn't bad. ️↝❥мͥɑgͣsͫ✾↜️