Another creative game

On a sunny day in June, Bookworm found an abandoned glass bottle lying on the beach . . . upon rubbing it, a genie appeared!! The djinn agreed to grant Bookworm three wishes. however, after letting him play piano like Mozart and talk to trees, the genie decided that he'd done enough, given that Bookworm would play arias on his piano and then talk to it. he disappeared in a puff of smoke. unfortunately, he and his bottle had been floating in the air at the time, and the bottle fell on Bookworm's head and killed him.

And his piano.

The tale of the fatal lipgloss

Unknown to her, mir was wearing a lipgloss originally made by Lucrezia Borgia. What is that old motto? Live hard, die young and leave a good looking corpse? Sure, and also with just lovely green lips...

*BREAKING NEWS*
"over to you Bob....."and this report just in, famed girly geek Kathcf committed suicide last night on an overdose of milk of human kindness, it seems in an effort to make up for the apparent shortage of the virtue, she went a bit far.
another breaking story, the situation is growing extremely volatile on the Lit-forum with all manner of hot beverage threads popping up all over the place, Admin could not be reached for comments and it is not know if the Mods will declare a state of emergency....

Dateline: Fairyland

This just in from somewhere over the rainbow, in that magical kingdom known as OZ. It seems that Prince OZEED was on his way from Emerald City to visit Glinda, Good Witch of the South. While crossing the hill of the Hammerheads, poor Prince OZEED became careless and was knocked into a ravine by one of these telescoping-necked vagabonds. While it is true that no one ever dies in OZ, Prince OZEED will not be much good at the bottom of the quicksand bog at the bottom of the ravine either!

many dragons were selected, but "OUT OF MANY ONE" was chosen.Sorry mate your numbers up.
"take aim, FIRE!!!!"

a sad incident occurred yesterday on litnet when resident Ozeed, age unknown, was attacked and trampled to death by an angry stampede of women he had not allowed onto his threads. he was seen to be drinking beer while driving his sports car just before the calamity, and the car was crushed with him (and his beer) inside. a moderator was on the scene, but instead of stopping the horde, she was seen to be screaming, "go, go, go!!" and throwing "ban user" badges at the car. ah, poor Ozeed . . . :lol:

Who Kidnapped The Birthday Girl?

It was said that Mir received the Mona Lisa's painting as a birthday gift. Someone, who is unknown yet, kidnapped her, and the next day, she was found dead by the police near the river.

Mona Lisa's painting still rests in the museum. It was not the real painting which poor Mir was having, but still the cruel people took her and wasted her life. May those dreadful people be punished!

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Um, I ain't so great at makin' da speeches heah, so shaddap! We ain't packing dese flowers 'cuz we opened a shop, capisce? Da boys and me, we're pulling a little rub out of a dirty rat of a squealer down near da East River, and dis little birdie heah flew down de wrong alley at de wrong time. Shame, we didn't have nuttin' again her, see, but what could we do? Little birdies got a tendency to sing, ya know. I'm guessing she's gettin' fitted for wings and a harp, right now. What? Youse tink I ain't got no sediments, or what? Eh? Maybe youse like to join her or maybe youse end up wit the dude in da red suit down dere? Put da flowers up dere, boys, and get dose hats off! Youse got not respect fer the dead or what? http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/tiere/c010.gif

Pendragon went to Disney Land and got in the teacup ride for a spin. A freakish accident happened and the teacup broke loose from it's moorings and went hurtling into space at 1000 mph. He could be heard shouting "Leave all my assets to Kathyyyyyyyyy" as he flew off. Said teacup has still not been recoverd, nor the body of our beloved Pen. Cruel fate! :cold:

I Will Rather Die Than Admitting You The Ruler!

It is the begining of a dark age. Harry Potter is killed during the war, and Voldemort is the ruler of the world now. Everywhere, Voldemort has spreaded his death-eaters to observe people. He has punished/murdered all those people who spoke against him, and kathycf, sadly, is also one of those martyr.

funny thing happened yesterday on my way home from work, this funny looking blue bird decides to peck on the power cable for lunch, needless to say after a few seconds.....BIZZZZZZZ!!! FRIED CHICKEN.

Dateline: Washington, DC In the ongoing struggle for homeland security, The FBI arrested a man today trying to board a plane. Although he did not look the slightest bit suspicious, no one could understand a single word he said. It was determined, by his indicating himself and saying "Ozeed", that that was his name, but the rest was what the FBI described as "gibberish." It was later determined that the man spoke only Latin, a language long thought dead. Then came the horrible surprise. A doctor called to give the man a check-up so he could be released, announced that "Ozeed" actually was dead and had been for centuries as far as he could tell! The man is still under observation while science tries to figure out how a dead man lives. http://www.industreal.spb.ru/smiles/mummy.gif

Pendragon was called in to identify the miraculous body of the undead Ozeed. after pretendin never to have met the guy, he was "escorted" outside by a team of thugs with MDs. Thereupon, he drank from a vial and turned into a strange mixture of Mr. Hyde, the invisible man, and a vampire woman. :D unfortunately, before he could escape over the rooftops, one of the thugs began to speak in pig latin!!! Pendragon was so horrified he fell straight over, stunned, halfway up the wall and squished on the pavement. but then again, being true to the movie, who knows if the part-Quartermain extraordinaire will rise again . . . O.o

Ah, distinctly we remember, t’was in the month known as November.
And cigars glowed with fiery embers as we gathered at the club.
All of us Gentlemen Extraordinary, spoke of mystery and things scary,
When there came a sound quite dreary from the door to the street outside:
Some ghastly dreary moaning echoed in the evening air from the street outside—
“I think you are all a bunch of rotten stinkers, I hope you die there in your club!”
This Mir cried out before the bus smashed her,
Only this, and Nothing more!

Pendragon

He Talk Of Poems

He could do nothing when his dear wife died. His poems full of hope of her returning back did not work at all. The grief over-came him and caught his life. :bawling: