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[Dailen]

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[Bluebiird]

Perhaps Molly did something wrong, like murder someone, and, she is now being hunted by a vicious lynch mob, going days without sleep, food or water and hiding in nearby woods. Eventually she is tracked down and taken to a nearby barn, too weak to resist. The lynch mob, having known her for a long time, decide a quick death will be best. And so, the task falls to the local butcher to extinguish her life.

[Dailen]

oh...I like yours better.

Had thought, she'd taken a spill in the barn, broke her neck.
A mercy killing with a Hack Saw.

Good one Bluebiird!

[Bluebiird]

oh...I like yours better.

Had thought, she'd taken a spill in the barn, broke her neck.
A mercy killing with a Hack Saw.

Good one Bluebiird!

Thank you. What can I say, I have an over active imagination, always have and I hope I always will. That's just one idea, I've got a couple of others, but I don't think it fair to post them, then other people won't have a chance to write their ideas.

[Pendragon]

Molly lived in 1888. She was a victim of Jack the Ripper. In her delirium, brought on by the cheap gin she was literally soused with, she imagines two people. Jack has brought her to the barn because the "heat" was too close tonight. He has decided to mail her head to Scotland Yard, and removes it with a bonesaw...http://www.websmileys.com/sm/violent/sterb060.gif

[Scheherazade]

Molly lived in 1888. She was a victim of Jack the Ripper. In her delirium, brought on by the cheap gin she was literally soused with, she imagines two people. Jack has brought her to the barn because the "heat" was too close tonight. He has decided to mail her head to Scotland Yard, and removes it with a bonesaw...http://www.websmileys.com/sm/violent/sterb060.gifHave you been reading my diary??? :mad:

[Pendragon]

Have you been reading my diary??? :mad:
M'lady, a true knight would NEVER stoop so low............but, if perchance you leave it on the TOP shelf... :rolleyes:

[Dailen]

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[Nightshade]

can I ask what this thread is about Im all lost and confuzzled!!
--maybe that is a sign that I should keep away??

[Pendragon]

That's a Riot!
Molly, beheaded by the Mighty Jack, A legendary death :D
...Food for thought, and an interesting bauble for Scotland Yard.

Hummmm....Have you been talking to the English Psychic? ;)
Me talk to that boneheaded Derick? I could give him lessons in investigation and deduction based on what you can see with the natural eye....No, no. As I said before, I have followed the Ripper case since it's an unsolved mystery and Patricia Cornwell is probably on the right track. The letters were written by Sickert, I'm a good enough handwriting expert to tell that. But that only proves that he wrote the letters, it's not proof of murder at all. A couple of his drawings and paintings are more solid proof, but still, any artist is blessed (or cursed) with a very vivid imagination, and pictures were taken and people personally viewed the bodies. He may have. So we're back to square one. Writing the letters just meant he liked to rub it in that the police were so incompetent. There was a body actually found in the basement of Scotland Yard, but it's generally hushed up. It doesn't prove Sicket's guilt as Jack the Ripper. James Maybrick was a suspect, but never convicted. Bottom line, still unsolved. But a nice touch on the old story line...thank you! :nod: :wave:

[Bluebiird]

Okay, here's one. This is a long one
Molly isn't actually Molly. Allow me to explain;
She was out walking in the country side one day and she tripped and hit her head. She lost her memory. When she woke up, it was dark, and she, blindly, stumbled towards a light comming from a window. She knocked on the door and lonely old man answered. He took her in. When she told him that she couldn't remember anything, he told her that she was his daughter and her name was Molly. She would cook, clean and look after him until he died, and she was never to go into the cellar. She believed him.
Several years passed.
One day, Molly was cleaning, and she went down to clean the cellar, and to her horror, she found bones, HUMAN BONES.
The old man was a crazy.
He'd killed his previous 3 wives and 5 children, by cutting off their heads, and hid them in the cellar.
Molly knew she had to get away, she had to escape.
She knew that the old man would have an old friend, who had just been released from prison after 5 years, visit him. When they were comfortable, Molly would slip out to "get some logs for the fire" and run away.
Night fell, and the guest came. When he was seated and comfortable, he mentioned something about how delicious Molly's skin looked (He was a canibal). Molly didn't like it and quickly went outside. Then the friend mentioned the cellar door missing it's lock and the old man realised what was going on, that Molly was running away.
He, and his friend, set out to find her and stop her telling anyone.
Molly ran and ran. She eventually came to, what she thought was a house, alas it was a barn. Exhausted, she curled up in a corner, where she thought she would be safe.
When morning came, she found a bag had been placed over her head, and she was on a table. She couldn't move, her muscles ached too much.
"OK, Molly, You know we have to do this," the old man said. (He was lifting a saw he had brought especially, the same saw that had killed the others)
"we're going to try to make it painless," said the other man (Though he had a wicked smile about his lips)
Molly is calm as she feels the blade rest on her neck, she knows there is nothing she can do, and she won't give them the satisfaction of being afraid.
"It will be over before you know it," the old man continued,"I'm Sorry Molly."
He pulled the blade across her neck,"we're almost done, Goodbye Molly"
And then, it ends.
The canibal ate Molly's flesh and her bones were thrown in the cellar. The old man died less than a month later, in his sleep. The canibal was arrested and thrown in prison again, for murder. A few decades later, some scientists stumbled across the bones and believed it to be an aincent burrial site. Molly is now in a museum, labeled as an iron age woman. One day, they'll know the truth, one day, her story will be told.
(The irony of it is that Molly acutally worked for that museum. Her name was actually Julia and she had been in charge of the iron age exibits. Because I'm sooo eeevil :D )

[Dailen]

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[Bluebiird]

Bluebiird......

I'm sooo not kidding when I say,
"You should be writing Twilight Zone Stories."

Above and beyond.....That is the story of "Molly"
I will keep it in my mind,--Thank You Blue.

Now--Lets see if the nightmare expands. :)

Thank you Dailen. It is actually my goal to become a writer, though fantasy is more my area, but who knows, perhaps something like this will be my first book.

[Dailen]

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[Bluebiird]

Fantasy as in Lord of the Rings.
I'm afraid I'm not as well read as I'd like to be. I tend to stick to reading things like Eoin Colfer, JRR Tolkien, James Clemens and that kind of thing. And those are the kind of things I try to write. I say try, because I never really finish a story, I just start writing a new one. Got to get out of doing that.

[lauraicp]

Okay, here's one. This is a long one
Molly isn't actually Molly. Allow me to explain;
She was out walking in the country side one day and she tripped and hit her head. She lost her memory. When she woke up, it was dark, and she, blindly, stumbled towards a light comming from a window. She knocked on the door and lonely old man answered. He took her in. When she told him that she couldn't remember anything, he told her that she was his daughter and her name was Molly. She would cook, clean and look after him until he died, and she was never to go into the cellar. She believed him.
Several years passed.
One day, Molly was cleaning, and she went down to clean the cellar, and to her horror, she found bones, HUMAN BONES.
The old man was a crazy.
He'd killed his previous 3 wives and 5 children, by cutting off their heads, and hid them in the cellar.
Molly knew she had to get away, she had to escape.
She knew that the old man would have an old friend, who had just been released from prison after 5 years, visit him. When they were comfortable, Molly would slip out to "get some logs for the fire" and run away.
Night fell, and the guest came. When he was seated and comfortable, he mentioned something about how delicious Molly's skin looked (He was a canibal). Molly didn't like it and quickly went outside. Then the friend mentioned the cellar door missing it's lock and the old man realised what was going on, that Molly was running away.
He, and his friend, set out to find her and stop her telling anyone.
Molly ran and ran. She eventually came to, what she thought was a house, alas it was a barn. Exhausted, she curled up in a corner, where she thought she would be safe.
When morning came, she found a bag had been placed over her head, and she was on a table. She couldn't move, her muscles ached too much.
"OK, Molly, You know we have to do this," the old man said. (He was lifting a saw he had brought especially, the same saw that had killed the others)
"we're going to try to make it painless," said the other man (Though he had a wicked smile about his lips)
Molly is calm as she feels the blade rest on her neck, she knows there is nothing she can do, and she won't give them the satisfaction of being afraid.
"It will be over before you know it," the old man continued,"I'm Sorry Molly."
He pulled the blade across her neck,"we're almost done, Goodbye Molly"
And then, it ends.
The canibal ate Molly's flesh and her bones were thrown in the cellar. The old man died less than a month later, in his sleep. The canibal was arrested and thrown in prison again, for murder. A few decades later, some scientists stumbled across the bones and believed it to be an aincent burrial site. Molly is now in a museum, labeled as an iron age woman. One day, the'll know the truth, one day, her story will be told.
(The irony of it is that Molly acutally worked for that museum. Her name was actually Julia and she had been in charge of the iron age exibits. Because I'm sooo eeevil :D )
well, i thought molly was a cow, or a pig or something of this sort...

[lauraicp]

Fantasy as in Lord of the Rings.
I'm afraid I'm not as well read as I'd like to be. I tend to stick to reading things like Eoin Colfer, JRR Tolkien, James Clemens and that kind of thing. And those are the kind of things I try to write. I say try, because I never really finish a story, I just start writing a new one. Got to get out of doing that.
why not try to write "fantasy" stories together? you start, we'll continue, let's see what's coming up...

[Bluebiird]

why not try to write "fantasy" stories together? you start, we'll continue, let's see what's coming up...
That's a good idea, a really good idea. I'll give it a go.