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« on: July 16, 2009, 04:24:30 PM » |
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So this is what we're doing. Writing a story line by line... Each person writes one line. The next person responds to that line. We'll number the lines so we know when it's done. You cannot write more than a line. Then when we get to thirty we'll compile the lines and quote it and start over. Don't just write any random shit. At least try to make it make sense, freak. 1. Manifred's sideburns were horribly ungroomed. |
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« Reply #1 on: July 16, 2009, 04:27:50 PM » |
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« Reply #2 on: July 16, 2009, 06:35:26 PM » |
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3. After an unsuccessful trip to the pharmacy, she purchased a gun instead. |
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« Reply #3 on: July 16, 2009, 07:21:20 PM » |
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Y crybaby me me bla crybaby me me bla
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« Reply #4 on: July 16, 2009, 09:53:32 PM » |
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5.'At least there's one gun around here that won't be firing blanks, you impotent fuck,' snorted Horisha while exhaling smoke from the cigarette that was now nothing more than a butt. |
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« Reply #5 on: July 20, 2009, 04:15:19 AM » |
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6. Manifred unzipped his fly and took out an erection he'd been saving for the girl next door. |
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« Reply #6 on: July 21, 2009, 01:59:47 AM » |
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7. Grasping the gun in one hand and his cock in the other, he looked out the bedroom window through the darkness to the house next door. |
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Father Luke
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« Reply #7 on: July 21, 2009, 05:51:11 AM » |
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8. "Bukowski", he whispered. |
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"The castigation of fools is, of course, an ancient and honorable task of writers and, unless very poorly done, an enterprise that will usually entertain those who behold it." ~ Richard Mitchell |
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Jenifer
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« Reply #8 on: July 21, 2009, 12:01:46 PM » |
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9. Slowly, but with determination, he turned the gun on Horisha, flaccid cock still in hand.
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« Reply #9 on: July 22, 2009, 07:09:34 PM » |
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10. There was a blinding flash of light in the sky, and the clouds roared angrily in the distance. |
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Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"
T.S. Eliot
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« Reply #10 on: July 23, 2009, 12:26:07 AM » |
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11. "Bukowski", he whispered again. |
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"The castigation of fools is, of course, an ancient and honorable task of writers and, unless very poorly done, an enterprise that will usually entertain those who behold it." ~ Richard Mitchell |
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« Reply #11 on: July 23, 2009, 01:41:15 AM » |
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12. And as the name escaped his lips, the sky parted. |
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« Reply #12 on: July 23, 2009, 02:15:15 AM » |
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13. There in the blue sky was a giant Zeppelin with a banner hanging from its belly
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« Reply #13 on: July 23, 2009, 06:03:49 AM » |
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14. Behind him was God smiling a toothless smile. |
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Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"
T.S. Eliot
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« Reply #14 on: July 23, 2009, 10:55:18 AM » |
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