06-06-2003, 01:50 AM
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makes ya think, don't it?
Join Date: May 2003
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serious 1-3 sentence story
alright here are the rules:
- post either one, two, or three sentences at a time - copy and paste what has been typed so far, so we just have to read the last one anytime anyone's reading it - i want to see this come out as a story, not a poem or anytang - try to keep it a serious story, we're not talking like, super hardcore drama or anything, just try to keep the silly stuff out - i want to see how long a serious story can last on here, let's do eet! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Bullshit. It'll never work." Sam took one last long drag off his cigarette before flicking it to the gritty pavement. |
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06-06-2003, 03:25 AM
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Lollypop!
Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: we are all made of stars
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I walked in the door.
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06-06-2003, 04:32 AM
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baaaaah?
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Like any other day.
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06-06-2003, 12:28 PM
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meretricious dilettante
Join Date: Jan 2003
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I walked in the door.
Like any other day. But today was not like any other day. And as though to prove it, nobody came to greet me.
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06-07-2003, 01:08 PM
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makes ya think, don't it?
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Location: winter park, floreeeeeeda
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I walked in the door.
Like any other day. But today was not like any other day. And as though to prove it, nobody came to greet me. I let a long sigh escape my lips. Thinking back to last night, it's a wonder I'm not dead. |
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06-08-2003, 05:25 PM
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Professional ZeMonkey
Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: Back in Oxford
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I walked in the door.
Like any other day. But today was not like any other day. And as though to prove it, nobody came to greet me. I let a long sigh escape my lips. Thinking back to last night, it's a wonder I'm not dead. The car had missed me by a matter of inches. My heart beat faster just thinking about how close it had been.
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06-08-2003, 08:12 PM
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feline, naturally
Join Date: Apr 2003
Location: California
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I walked in the door.
Like any other day. But today was not like any other day. And as though to prove it, nobody came to greet me. I let a long sigh escape my lips. Thinking back to last night, it's a wonder I'm not dead. The car had missed me by a matter of inches. My heart beat faster just thinking about how close it had been. It was too dark to see the driver's face. But I'll never forget that laugh as long as I live.
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Non-violence leads to the highest ethics, which is the goal of all evolution. Until we have not stopped to include violence as an option in our conflict management, we are still savages. --Thomas A. Edison |
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06-08-2003, 10:50 PM
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Join Date: Jun 2003
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I walked in the door.
Like any other day. But today was not like any other day. And as though to prove it, nobody came to greet me. I let a long sigh escape my lips. Thinking back to last night, it's a wonder I'm not dead. The car had missed me by a matter of inches. My heart beat faster just thinking about how close it had been. It was too dark to see the driver's face. But I'll never forget that laugh as long as I live. The car had been aimed directly at me. Which one of them was driving? The car seemed familar. I looked for a paper to write down everything I could remember about the car, driver and that laugh.
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06-09-2003, 01:55 AM
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makes ya think, don't it?
Join Date: May 2003
Location: winter park, floreeeeeeda
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I walked in the door.
Like any other day. But today was not like any other day. And as though to prove it, nobody came to greet me. I let a long sigh escape my lips. Thinking back to last night, it's a wonder I'm not dead. The car had missed me by a matter of inches. My heart beat faster just thinking about how close it had been. It was too dark to see the driver's face. But I'll never forget that laugh as long as I live. The car had been aimed directly at me. Which one of them was driving? The car seemed familar. I looked for a paper to write down everything I could remember about the car, driver and that laugh. A '55 Chevy...seafoam green...and that laugh. It was deep and resonant, yet also had a high-pitched screaming sound to it.
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dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose kill the headlights and put it in neutral stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control baby's in Reno with the vitamin D simon |
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06-09-2003, 11:36 AM
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meretricious dilettante
Join Date: Jan 2003
Posts: 11,068
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I walked in the door.
Like any other day. But today was not like any other day. And as though to prove it, nobody came to greet me. I let a long sigh escape my lips. Thinking back to last night, it's a wonder I'm not dead. The car had missed me by a matter of inches. My heart beat faster just thinking about how close it had been. It was too dark to see the driver's face. But I'll never forget that laugh as long as I live. The car had been aimed directly at me. Which one of them was driving? The car seemed familar. I looked for a paper to write down everything I could remember about the car, driver and that laugh. A '55 Chevy...seafoam green...and that laugh. It was deep and resonant, yet also had a high-pitched screaming sound to it. I was almost sure. The driver was Gunter, my colleague and closest friend. And though I was having trouble believing it, the passenger beside him was my wife Vanessa.
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06-10-2003, 12:06 AM
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feline, naturally
Join Date: Apr 2003
Location: California
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I walked in the door.
Like any other day. But today was not like any other day. And as though to prove it, nobody came to greet me. I let a long sigh escape my lips. Thinking back to last night, it's a wonder I'm not dead. The car had missed me by a matter of inches. My heart beat faster just thinking about how close it had been. It was too dark to see the driver's face. But I'll never forget that laugh as long as I live. The car had been aimed directly at me. Which one of them was driving? The car seemed familar. I looked for a paper to write down everything I could remember about the car, driver and that laugh. A '55 Chevy...seafoam green...and that laugh. It was deep and resonant, yet also had a high-pitched screaming sound to it. I was almost sure. The driver was Gunter, my colleague and closest friend. And though I was having trouble believing it, the passenger beside him was my wife Vanessa. I stumbled up the stairs to our bedroom, my head throbbing. God, I'd always hated that chenille bedspread. I began rifling through Vanessa's bureau drawers, tossing unmentionables carelessly as I searched, looking for something tangible, something to explain her presence in that car.
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Non-violence leads to the highest ethics, which is the goal of all evolution. Until we have not stopped to include violence as an option in our conflict management, we are still savages. --Thomas A. Edison |
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06-10-2003, 01:40 AM
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monkey
Join Date: Jun 2003
Location: IL
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I walked in the door.
Like any other day. But today was not like any other day. And as though to prove it, nobody came to greet me. I let a long sigh escape my lips. Thinking back to last night, it's a wonder I'm not dead. The car had missed me by a matter of inches. My heart beat faster just thinking about how close it had been. It was too dark to see the driver's face. But I'll never forget that laugh as long as I live. The car had been aimed directly at me. Which one of them was driving? The car seemed familiar. I looked for a paper to write down everything I could remember about the car, driver and that laugh. A '55 Chevy...seafoam green...and that laugh. It was deep and resonant, yet also had a high-pitched screaming sound to it. I was almost sure. The driver was Gunter, my colleague and closest friend. And though I was having trouble believing it, the passenger beside him was my wife Vanessa. I stumbled up the stairs to our bedroom, my head throbbing. God, I'd always hated that chenille bedspread. I began rifling through Vanessa's bureau drawers, tossing unmentionables carelessly as I searched, looking for something tangible, something to explain her presence in that car. Having emptied the dressers and half the closet, I drop my exhausted body prostrate on the bed. I still have a nagging feeling there is some clue to be found. I don’t know what I’m looking for and I don’t even know if I’m looking in the right place. |
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06-10-2003, 01:43 AM
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Disco Maven
Join Date: Dec 2002
Location: NC...seriously....how did that happen?
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I walked in the door.
Like any other day. But today was not like any other day. And as though to prove it, nobody came to greet me. I let a long sigh escape my lips. Thinking back to last night, it's a wonder I'm not dead. The car had missed me by a matter of inches. My heart beat faster just thinking about how close it had been. It was too dark to see the driver's face. But I'll never forget that laugh as long as I live. The car had been aimed directly at me. Which one of them was driving? The car seemed familiar. I looked for a paper to write down everything I could remember about the car, driver and that laugh. A '55 Chevy...seafoam green...and that laugh. It was deep and resonant, yet also had a high-pitched screaming sound to it. I was almost sure. The driver was Gunter, my colleague and closest friend. And though I was having trouble believing it, the passenger beside him was my wife Vanessa. I stumbled up the stairs to our bedroom, my head throbbing. God, I'd always hated that chenille bedspread. I began rifling through Vanessa's bureau drawers, tossing unmentionables carelessly as I searched, looking for something tangible, something to explain her presence in that car. Having emptied the dressers and half the closet, I drop my exhausted body prostrate on the bed. I still have a nagging feeling there is some clue to be found. I don’t know what I’m looking for and I don’t even know if I’m looking in the right place. Then it hits me like a champagne hangover; the greenhouse! It made perfect sense. My god, how many hours did she spend in that dank place?
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06-10-2003, 02:02 AM
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06-10-2003, 03:17 AM
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makes ya think, don't it?
Join Date: May 2003
Location: winter park, floreeeeeeda
Posts: 35
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I walked in the door.
Like any other day. But today was not like any other day. And as though to prove it, nobody came to greet me. I let a long sigh escape my lips. Thinking back to last night, it's a wonder I'm not dead. The car had missed me by a matter of inches. My heart beat faster just thinking about how close it had been. It was too dark to see the driver's face. But I'll never forget that laugh as long as I live. The car had been aimed directly at me. Which one of them was driving? The car seemed familiar. I looked for a paper to write down everything I could remember about the car, driver and that laugh. A '55 Chevy...seafoam green...and that laugh. It was deep and resonant, yet also had a high-pitched screaming sound to it. I was almost sure. The driver was Gunter, my colleague and closest friend. And though I was having trouble believing it, the passenger beside him was my wife Vanessa. I stumbled up the stairs to our bedroom, my head throbbing. God, I'd always hated that chenille bedspread. I began rifling through Vanessa's bureau drawers, tossing unmentionables carelessly as I searched, looking for something tangible, something to explain her presence in that car. Having emptied the dressers and half the closet, I drop my exhausted body prostrate on the bed. I still have a nagging feeling there is some clue to be found. I don’t know what I’m looking for and I don’t even know if I’m looking in the right place. Then it hits me like a champagne hangover; the greenhouse! It made perfect sense. My god, how many hours did she spend in that dank place? But I had asked a million times, and she assured me there was nothing between her and Gunter. And I believed her. But now … now what was I to believe. Especially after she had told me she was going out with Sarah and Melanie last night. I thought she looked, and smelled, too good when she left to just be hanging out with the girls. I needed to make a call. I reached over to grab the phone, when I realized something was missing from the nightstand.
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dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose kill the headlights and put it in neutral stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control baby's in Reno with the vitamin D simon |
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