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New Paragraph Contest

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Snowbird:
Okay, we will begin a new paragraph contest. 
I will put up a beginning sentence and you will use it to start a paragraph.  Only one paragraph per person, please.
The contest will end next Thursday night at midnight.  I will choose the winner who should then put up a new sentence before Satuday at noon.  We will follow this routine each week.  If the winner does not put up a new sentence by the appointed time, I will put up one to keep us on schedule.

The new sentence is"
He led her up the rickety stairs to his office, and showed her to two over-stuffed chairs by the window.

Outlast:
He led her up the rickety stairs to his office, and showed her to two over-stuffed chairs by the window. He asked her if she wanted coffee, which she politely declined. "Mrs. Cooper..." the man from the government began, carefully picking his way towards the point of this visit, "You're aware that this is the second time we've had to have this conversion?" the women nodded contentedly, "Yes, I know. I've told that boy time and time again. Sheldon, you can't keep yellow cake uranium in the shed! Hell, Agent Smith, you told him so yourself the last time...", the agent shifted his weight to the other butt-cheek, the old bullet wound always smarted when he had to talk 'mothers', "That was actually another agent ma'am..." she laughed and slapped his leg, "Shoot, I'm sorry. But you government people all look alike." The agent's smile was tight, "As you say, ma'am. But if we could just return to the point... can you please explain to the United States Government why and much more importantly and I can't possibly stress this enough Ma'am, HOW your ten year old son managed to obtain 300 hundred grams of radioactive plutonium and a DeLorean?" 


...so good to have the paragraphs back.  :86:

bacali:
He led her up the rickety stairs to his office, and showed her to two over-stuffed chairs by the window.
Oh, Morgan wondered, I guess he wants me to sit down. So, she had.
All the children, on the block, had always feared the thin little, old man in the big stone house, but, Morgan had
never quite felt this way.
She defiantly had rung his doorbell !!!
His scowling face had answered the door , and, then he asked her to come in ,so .....here she was. ...scared to death.
Now she thought, ...could I have been wrong ? She started to tremble thinking how Mommy had always warned her about talking to strangers.
But, she had to disobey...just so she could sell more Girl Scout cookies than her sister.
All of a sudden, the rickety stairs creaked with the weight of this scary man coming towards the room.
Oh, no...what was she going to do? What was HE going to do?
Morgan covered her eyes, barely peeking up .....to see....
To her amazement,  her cookies had been placed neatly on a plate and there was a small pot and some beautiful China cups.
Wow, they were going to have a tea party !!

ponytail:
He led her up the rickety stairs to his office, and showed her to two over-stuffed chairs by the window. She sat and steeled herself for the hard questions she knew were coming. Her finger absently traced the looping paisley pattern in the upholstery as he said "How do you intend to make good on your promise to pay back the money you borrowed?" She looked at the paisley pattern on the chair and saw it begin to move...a swirl to the right, a twist upside down, a small dance between her fingertips...until she heard a loud "Monica!, Monica!" She glanced up startled to see him looming over her, his face red with sweat beads running down his chin. But it was too late for him, the paisley swirl had begun to grow until it began it's final dance around her antagonizer. Faster and faster it swirled, engulfing him in a dizzying whirlwind of bright colors and twisting shapes until he collapsed lifeless, at her feet. Monica dusted off her hands, got to her feet, stepped over his still form, and left with a light step for the first time in many months. Those lessons with the back alley witch had paid off.

Snowbird:
OH MY!  I had so much going on last week having new flooring put in that I completely forgot about the new contest!  Sorry I am late announcing the winner.  The winner was hard to pick but I finally decided on Outlast.  Congratulations. 
We will let the time go until Friday night instead of Thursday this time.

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