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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-16-2007 09:30

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

So, I was innocently getting some eggs out of the refrigerator, when Lucy said from behind me, "Looking for something?" I jumped a foot, then slammed the door shut. On my hand. I swear, I didn't know it was HER refrigerator!

And she made me clean the broken eggs, too.

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Delia was the kind of girl who wore a Chanel original to a saloon.

Jul-16-2007 19:58

Delia was the kind of girl who wore a Chanel original to a saloon.

It wasn't until after several Prairie Martinis that Delia begin to wear the saloon and the piano player, Philbert, began to wear the Chanel original. That was when you knew the real fun was about to begin and big, (and I mean big), Jimmy came out from behind the bar to spell it out for us all, using Delia of course. Yep, I tell you those were the good ol' days.

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He liked to hang his Saint Christopher pendant from his rear view mirror.

Jul-17-2007 11:03

He liked to hang his Saint Christopher pendant from his rear view mirror.


It reminded him of times he would ride with grandma. She would pick him up from school and they would go for icecream and sodas. Sometimes she would buy him bubble gum too.

They would stop at the bank afterwards, grandma would drive fast when she ran out of there.

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Hit post reply

Jul-17-2007 20:27

Hit post reply.

It seemed an odd kind of telegram. Punctuation might have been helpful. What could I do? I looked back wryly at the delivery boy, turned the note over and scrawled my return message.

"Have this sent back to where it came from", I sighed.

... You should watch where you’re going. Please don't reply! ...

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"Where did you find that?" Martha gasped.

Aug-3-2007 10:16

''Where did you find that?'' Martha gasped.

''In the last place I looked Martha. Where I told you it would be.'' Johnno shook his head. Some people were so stupid.

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They danced until they came to a beautiful castle.

Aug-3-2007 10:44

They danced until they came to a beautiful castle.

She seemed disappointed; "I could have danced all night," she said. "Oh, well, it's going to rain, anyway."

"You forget, my dear, that the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain. Now let's sneak into the castle."

"NO! I'm a good girl, I am!"

So he killed her.

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"Didn't you hear that?" he asked.

Oct-4-2007 03:10

"Didn't you hear that?" he asked.

Poppy turned her head just in time to see the 5 metre high big bad opening her mouth to devour her head.

"Crap, I forgot you were deaf" he thought to himself as he began to flee.

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The sun rises every morning.

Oct-5-2007 12:14

The sun rises every morning.

That's all he said, before he left me. He delivered the line beautifully, of course, looking into my eyes with a rueful smile.

He meant 'no regrets'. He meant 'your life will go on'.

Smug, pretentious, patronising bastard. He has to die.



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It was a false leg, of course.

Oct-5-2007 12:15

The sun rises every morning.

At least, that's what they tell me. I wouldn't know; living in underground tunnels has taken that away from me.

The sun - it's a big shiny thing in the sky, right? We have something like that down here. It's called a stadium lamp. They shut it off at 8 pm.

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If only Crunchpatty hadn't kicked him in the throat.

Oct-27-2007 00:45

It was a false leg, of course.

We never could figure out why he was the best smuggler on the continent. Not until that fateful day; when Customs tells you to drop trou, you do it. He did it.

His leg fell off. And that's the end of the smuggling problem.



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It was a good day, it was a wonderful day, it was the best day.