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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-12-2007 08:42

Bruce hated Desperate Housewives.

For one thing, they were so... desperate. And in their desperation, willing to do anything. Anything.

The word 'anything' rattled around in Bruce's brain for a while, then a huge smile began to form.

Bruce LOVED desperate housewives! But he still hated the television show.

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I couldn't remember when I had seen her last.

Jul-12-2007 11:59

I couldn't remember when i had seen her last.

But i remember the smell of her perfume. Sometimes when i'm down by the docks looking for a hooker, i can smell her perfume. Is she back in town? I wonder...

There was a shadow behind the door.

Jul-12-2007 22:07

There was a shadow behind the door.

A dark emptiness. From my seat on my couch I could see the mans chest, up and down, up and down. I reached for my revolver that was tucked away under my shoulder. I took it out, and made my way over to the door.

It looked like death.

Jul-13-2007 03:55

It looked like death.

NO! I AM DEATH.

Oh crap, it was death.

THAT IS A PROPER NOUN. IT SHOULD BE A CAPITAL 'D'.

The Principal laughed. He hoped this English Teacher might be able to last a lot longer will class 7B than the last one.

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''MUUUMMMMM!!! Sam ate the cakeeeee!!!!!''

Jul-13-2007 07:09

''MUUUMMMMM!!! Sam ate the cakeeeee!!!!!''

I sighed, went into the dining-room and regarded the small figure pointing at my bemused son.

“I am not your mother and you can’t eat cake”, I said firmly. “Now either hoover the carpet, or sit still in the corner”.

With any luck the robot repair guy would arrive soon.

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They say elephants never forget.

Jul-13-2007 08:45

They say elephants never forget.

I was hoping that was the case when I jumped over the fence to retrieve my hat. It was my favorite fedora. We had met before in a dark alley. I took something from him.

Almost there. Got it. DAMN he remembers me. Run. Leap. Catch. SQUEEZE. Eyes go black.

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The 'e' on my typewriter was stuck.

Jul-13-2007 09:04

The 'e' on my typewriter was stuck.

Dammmit! Ecstacy tablets weren't cheap.
I started licking it off only to get my tongue caught in the typewriter ribbon. I did get most of the 'e' instuck though and went out.

The next rave I went to, everyone had black tongues. You never know how a trend will start.

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It was a Monday.

Jul-14-2007 07:01

It was Monday. There's nothing good about that statement. Tell me that there is! It's like hearing your secretary say,"Oh Mr Smith, I had to move your 10am root canal back to 2pm because your proctologist called and he said they can fit you in for the colonoscopy after all... but worse.

I knew this place like the back of my hand.

Jul-16-2007 09:17

I knew this place like the back of my hand.

Of course that was before I lost my left hand in that incident with the alligator. Poking it to see if it was real or not. It was real, just sleeping. It woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

You won't believe what happened to my right hand.

Jul-16-2007 09:18

err, that was the the opening for the next one also.

You won't believe what happened to my right hand.