;) TY, it is hard to count with bad eyesight.Quote:
Originally Posted by RobinHood3000
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;) TY, it is hard to count with bad eyesight.Quote:
Originally Posted by RobinHood3000
teehee, made me chuckle.Quote:
Originally Posted by kathycf
He held out his sign- a begging sign- full of lovely rich words.They had no effect upon the bustling crowds who scowled down at him and then drew their costly coats tightly against bones and flesh to ward off any poverty that might blow their way. No food today.
It's true too! ;) Everything that goes wrong or gets lost in my house is all the fault of those nasty little imps. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by amuse
So why don't you buy a hoover? :DQuote:
Originally Posted by kathycf
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.
Fingers flashed across a face, blood, weeping. Shouts of betrayal, infidelity. We cowered behind a door presumed closed. Cataclysmic insults, ferocious barrage of voices, air flowered with shades of red. Yearning for escape, not total withdrawal, just freedom to disappear when we desired; evaporate into invisibility stretching away, far away from here.
WARRIORS: Part 1 of 3
G-Force. A Warrior of Darkness Falls. Manipulator of gravity. Survivor. Drops into a dark alley from 10 stories high. The mugger looks up in shock. Before he can say a word, G-Force focuses and sends him flying back into a brick wall. G-Force. The most ruthless of the three.
WARRIORS: Part 2 of 3
Raptor. Technological master. The ultimate thief. Shapeshifter, thanks to a horrific accident. Bludgeons one bank robber with the butt of his crossbow, incapacitates another with a bolt. Shifts into Raptor form and eliminates three with a tail-sweep. Shifts back, scares the last one unconscious with a hologram. Raptor--wry, but lethal.
WARRIORS: Part 3 of 3
Dragon. Kung fu-trained monk. Wields his battle fan expertly, blocking shotgun blasts with ease. His opponent ducks back into his car, drives straight at the Chinaman. Dragon sweeps his foot under the fender, focuses, launches the car high, slice the engine into scrap metal. Dragon. Peaceful, but mighty.
The girl was charming and very pretty. Beautiful even.
Two hours ago she was drinking cheap peach wine out of the bottle and suggesting that we shoot fireworks off the roof of my school. Hard to believe her parents are so religious.
So this is Robert’s new girlfriend. The bastard.
Fifty words even.
I walked though the yard, splashing in all the puddles as endless rain dripped on my head. "Quack, quack" I said to myself. Was that such an odd thing to say? After all, I am a duck. And yes, ducks like rain.
It was just an ordinary day: "I love graveyards, you know"
"Sure... Why?"
"They're so peaceful and warm and safe and quiet and nobody's there to tell you what’s right or wrong"
“My! Look at the time! I really have to leave. Bye”
“Why do they always do that?”
He was so happy and felt as he was no longer captivated by the vicious life.He tried to feel the pleasnt air and it gave him a jubilant sensation.He was flying and he knew that he could not walk any longer,but he did not care as he was in the skies now-a far better place than the earth.
He clutched the precious hundred dollar bill tightly inside his jeans pocket. At last he had earned enough for his dream comic, first edition.Superhero.
He nearly tripped over the woman and her child sitting on the sidewalk, dull eyes staring.
He fingered the bill, sighed, bent down beside them.
"You men and your Oedipus complexes!" She huffed. Isn't it about time you looked for a woman that isn't your mother?"
At least I don't have penis envy." He smirked in reply.
She studied him with her coldest eye and spoke calmly, "Well my dear, you ought to have."
I laid in bed, sick with the flu. Bored, I stared at the flowered wallpaper. Gradually, I started to see figures and faces amongst the petals. I caught a flash out of the corner of my eye, turned and gaped at a tiny hand emerging out of a bouquet.
The cold drips of water , mountain fed, nourished the rich earth below which in turn nurtured one small flower.It was neither big nor beautiful.But the sight of it,white against the black earth made the girl's breath catch in her throat."That is Love" she whispered to herself.
He was black, like paint, she washed out pale, like flour.They stole looks at one another thru shaded eyes.They were torn, remembering what hate they should bear for each other. Then a soft brown came along and held out a hand to each. Such a merry party.
Trembling I awoke from a nightmare. I moved my hand to wipe away the tears, and brushed against a small, warm, purring presence pressed to my side. Comforted, I fell back to sleep.
oh that made me cry. I have been there and my precious Pretty Boy, a cat we rescued from the man across the street who kicked him always was great comfort to me in those moments. beautiful.
A month of silence with but few faint crackles of a hopeful reverberation, whether of past or of future, or of the darkened present outside of the temporary blindness, was neither condusive to rest nor to work. I worked all the better, wherein I worked at all, but trying harder to rest, I was often more restless. And then came a shattering sound.
great stuff Mil. Your mind reminds me somehow of Merlin.
One order of piping hot fries,carried carefully by little hands.Thanks given, six people sat on the blanket, sharing, laughing, happy.
The rich woman watched them from her high terrace, embarrassed by their lack.She got up and haughtily went inside her mansion. Alone again.
You wrote a story about class strugle? I like you.
Silence. Dead silence. In a room of fifty people. The cheering had died down a moment ago—the guests noticing the hollow, deadened look on Jasmine's face. They stared at her, waiting. Richard's exuberant smile was fading.
"No, Richard. I won't marry you," she whispered to him. The entire room heard the barely audible words.
ooh nice lily. gave me shivers.
"Please, don't give me a failing mark, I need to pass. I am the family's only hope"The beautiful girl wept uncontrollably.
"Then co-operate with me"The sleek well dressed man smirked, a carnal smile playing on his soft weak lips.
In a nightmare she stumbled away.