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Anikka
Anikka
Babelfish

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).

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Eden Zweig
Eden Zweig
Nomad

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.
***

I saw a porcupine looking at me.


Cordelia Falco
Cordelia Falco
Battered Shoe

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."

******

The Sleuthetania had sailed without me.


Breitkat
Breitkat
Pinball Amateur

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.

Breitkat
Breitkat
Pinball Amateur

Mar-20-2013 12:21

Forgot the stars, sorry. ;-)

*****

The Priest walked into the bar.

B.

Melanie D'lish
Melanie D'lish
Big Winner

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.

*****

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

Peter O'Neil
Peter O'Neil
Old Shoe

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.

*************

Way to go, sport!

Anikka
Anikka
Babelfish

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.

***************

Big Mary blanched when she heard the sirens.

Cordelia Falco
Cordelia Falco
Battered Shoe

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.

Cathy Rose
Cathy Rose
Lucky Stiff

Jun-5-2017 14:50

- "One wrong turn can really ruin your day." - "Tell me about it. I knew I shouldn't have gone into Old Sammy's turf past noon. His goons grabbed me and made me pay for encroaching or else. Good thing I never go into Olivieri's as did my cousin Gerry last week. He's still in the hospital..."

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We spent the summer in Geneva.

Sleuth Sindy
Sleuth Sindy
Pinball Wizard

Jun-6-2017 00:33

We spent the summer in Geneva. In the evenings we would sit on the balcony of our suite at the hotel and and savor the multi-hued lights of the city reflected in the waters of Lac LĂ©man. The memory of those idyllic days is all I have left of Jean.

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My heart lurched as I...

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