When imaginary teen slang runs amuck...so, I'm like, "Cindy said I was fat", and she's all "as if, you liar" and then Rob says "Plum! will you two stfu!" and then we both look at him and we are all like, "Dude, swizzle!".
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When imaginary teen slang runs amuck...so, I'm like, "Cindy said I was fat", and she's all "as if, you liar" and then Rob says "Plum! will you two stfu!" and then we both look at him and we are all like, "Dude, swizzle!".
It’s a weird thing to find out you’re fictional. To wake one morning and discover that your whole personality is a quilt that some unknown author patched together from snippets of other lives. Trouble is, I don’t know if I wrote him, or she wrote me. I need a drink.
This thread is getting rather confusing. It is as if a group of drunken faeries has spilled all their faerie dust on you all and youve gone loopy. :confused:
Well, on my part I am just being a little silly. :)
The stories seem fine to me. One can only do so much with 50 words and unlimited topics to write about.Quote:
Originally Posted by rachel
the stories are fab, it's the miscellaneous chat that is wierd. Ooh what a lovely eye up there, I 'll bet the other is just as pretty.
how are you doing these days dear ktd, anything magical happening?
One day, she bought a Hoover, but she did not realize...it was cursed! All day and all night it ran, chasing her endlessly through the house. "Gosh" she said, "these things suck!" The story ends here, dear friends, hanging on a bad pun.Quote:
Originally Posted by Xamonas Chegwe
My daughter wrecked my hoover. I bought a dirt devil. Pure evil from the start. It whined and shrieked like a demon, backing up over my feet and it spit out the dirt.I threw it in the outside bin.It came back, red stuff dripping from the handle.
Hello up there, Rachel :wave: How are you?
The moon glowed above the trees . I glanced up at it, hurrying through the gloom. I bumped into something solid and two leering faces peered at me. "Hey pretty lady, wanna play?" they mocked. Baring my teeth and claws I leapt forward and said "Be careful what you wish for".
I am fine pretty lady, I hope you are happy and well.
Slowly she turned, knowing he was right behind her.She meant to look just past him but her eyes rebelled, her heart betrayed her and her gaze went straight to his eyes.Four eyes engaged in a duel to the death, only one pair would win.The lights went out.
When I met Robert Hoover, he'd already lost all his money and his daughter wouldn’t talk to him. I couldn't blame them, the money or the daughter, cuz those two things are supposed to leave. I felt sorry for Bob, though. He was sad, and it’s sorry to be sad.
I am fine, thank you Rachel.:)
The moon glowed above the trees . I glanced up at it, hurrying through the gloom. I bumped into something solid and two leering faces peered at me. "Hey sexy lady, wanna play?" they mocked. Baring my fangs and claws I leapt forward and said "Be careful what you wish for".
oooh that was great!
The two racoons kept up a running conversation as they walked on hind legs down the boulevard like two aliens with masks.The man sitting on the step drinking his third gin and tonic, listening to Chopan and feeling at peace stared, then sadly poured his drink onto the step.
No facts, thus no connection to any known motive at all! No problem except for the misunderstanding that became one! I have been good about it, faulting not the victims of hasty speculation whose blindness made me a prey. Things have begun to resolve.
Story?
From a discarded journal:
If I wrote poetry ---
It wouldn't be pretty. It would be thin-soled shoes crunching across gravel, and eyes looking wide onto gray, and voices whining to crescendo like cicadas...capped by the cry of a single seagull.
But I don't.