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Feb-11-2007 16:03

For those who like to tell stories. The idea is to take a given sentence and use it as the opening to a story that you write - but your story must be fifty words or less (not including the original sentence).

Jul-9-2008 09:42

The razor dropped from Rebecca's hand as she laughed wildly.

He deserved all he got. He'd trampled on her feelings, humiliated her time after time. Now he lay before her, drugged and helpless. With no eyebrows and only half a beard.

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The parrot wasn't talking.

Apr-4-2012 19:17

So I was going through the "unmoderated" post of Leddy's and found this little gem.

So who will take up Cordelia's challenge?

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The parrot wasn't talking.

Apr-6-2012 14:18

The parrot wasn't talking. So they dubbed this guy "the parrot" because he was known to easily cop out under stress and now he was here, sitting handcuffed across the table, and he just wouldn't talk.

That's when Jimmy walked right in. I started feeling sorry for the parrot.
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I saw a porcupine looking at me.

Mar-18-2013 07:48

I saw a porcupine looking at me.

I blinked. It was still there.

This obviously wasn't Brooklyn.

I raised my aching head from the ground and looked around. No buildings. Lots of trees. A porcupine. Definitely not Brooklyn.

In my pocket was a note. "Don't ever underestimate my cocktails again. Big Lucy."

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The Sleuthetania had sailed without me.

Mar-20-2013 11:31

The Sleuthetania had sailed without me.

I'd finally scraped up the money for a ticket. Taken cases from people I never would have gone near under normal circumstances. Even done favors for that worm Octavia, the Barber. I had one last killer to find....

Wham!! My dream blown to bits. Shady would pay for this.

The priest walked into the bar.

Mar-20-2013 12:21

Forgot the stars, sorry. ;-)

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The Priest walked into the bar.

B.

Mar-20-2013 15:56

The Priest walked into the bar and proceeded to walk into an existential and philosophical cul-de-sac as to whether he was in the wrong joke. He ordered a beer anyway.

The barman asked the Priest as to "Why the long face?" but then also questioned whether this was yet another *Wrong Joke*. Besides, this was no time to be horsing around.

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There was a feeling of intense excitement as the shoe fitted perfectly - as well as an urge to make another extremely bad pun.

Apr-8-2013 20:02

There was a feeling of intense excitement as the shoe fitted perfectly - as well as an urge to make another extremely bad pun.

Putting one foot in front of the other, they set out upon their Johnny Quest, realizing that in order to find a Johnny, one only need find a Commode.

One phonebook and a short taxi ride later, they found themselves in front of the brick &@%$house.

Pass it on.

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Way to go, sport!

Feb-19-2017 22:09

Way to go, sport!

The old man on the sidelines called out encouragements to the young boy. A woman smiled, saying how proud he must be of his grandson. The man shook his head; not his grandson. The woman edged away, casting suspicious glances.

I must look young, thought the young boy's great-grandfather.

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Big Mary blanched when she heard the sirens.

Mar-27-2017 06:52

Big Mary blanched when she heard the sirens.

Every instinct screamed 'Danger!' Wait, what had that guy Odysseus suggested?

The song wafted across the waves. Actually, it didn't sound bad.

What had he said again? Something to do with earwax? Nah, that couldn't be right.

If you really listened, it was beautiful. Enchanting.

She leapt overboard.


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One wrong turn can really ruin your day.