The Reality Buzz
Open Floor => Post Games => Topic started by: bacali on May 20, 2014, 02:51:37 PM
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Here we go....
We are going to all compose a story.
The way it works is simple.
I am going to start off by just posting one sentence. The next poster adds a sentence... and the next ...same thing.
Of course, a lot won't make sense...so that's the fun of it.
So...let's start now....
It was a cold and rainy day, .......
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in Scotland. The young girl paused outside the churchyard; should she go in?
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She knew the grave was in the church cemetery.
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somewhere, but would she be able to find it
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The light was already fading into dusk and nobody she knew would enter Greyfriars Cemetery after dark...
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But if she did not find the grave before midnight all would be lost.
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She prepared herself by fishing out her wooden stake, garlic necklace, and holy water out of the capacious pockets of her trenchcoat.
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Taking a deep breathe, she took a step and she was in the graveyard.
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She took another step and instantly the great iron gate slammed shut behind her...
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so shivering, alone and petrified she began her quest into the cemetery!!!
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Suddenly she felt something cold and hard grab her shoulder.
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trembling, she looked all around.....
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but there was nothing there. Filled with terror, she ran headlong into the dark cemetery with only the dim glow of cloudy moonlight to guide her...
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The protruding corner of an old gravestone caught her foot and she plunged head long into.....
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A tall, lanky man standing in her pathway. She screamed! He didn't say a word but he .....
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motioned with a feeble hand for her to.....
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follow him. Her first instinct told her to run as far and as fast as she could, but she knew she had to complete her mission, so reluctantly she nodded to the lanky man that she would follow him. He returned her nod, and reached into his coat with the frail right hand she had seen earlier and slowly pulled an envelope out of his coat pocket, in the process revealing his left hand which was withered and strapped to his chest. Swallowing down her nausea, she took the letter...
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but, he pulled it away from her...
( please try to limit your post to a sentence or two. Thanks)
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and threw it on the ground. Then he pointed at it with his foot.
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Should she try to take it again.....
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Yes! So, she took it and opened it to find a map....
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A map of the Hawaiian islands........
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With a large, black X marked near Kilauea volcano.
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Being an associational thinker, she wondered, "whatever happened to my lava lamp?"
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she pondered.....could it be lost along with my cream cheese deodorant?
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Which reminded her.. she had not had a bath for a while.
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Ahh yes, that would explain the choking and gagging from passersby as she walked down the street.
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Since she needed to go home and take a shower, she turned to leave the graveyard.
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but not before she did one last thing.
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She opened her handbag, rummaged around, and found it!
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The clothespin ! It would come in handy to pinch her nose closed,..she really smelled that badly ! :73:
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She would go home and shower and call for reservations for a flight to Hawaii.
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Just as she was getting lei'd in Hawaii she saw fireworks in the distance.
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( MP, you naughty boy, what a play on words... :57:)
It is the 4th of July, she remembered and...
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She forgot to pack her star spangled thong.......
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but she did remember her bikini top that consisted of only straps and two small stars.
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So she changed into her bikini and walked through the airport terminal singing "Yankee Doodle Dandy."
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Oh my, she thought, I guess these people aren't vey patriotic from the looks on their faces!
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Ignoring the cell phone cameras, she walked out to the curb and hailed a pedicab driven by a dude with long blond hair and a goofy smile.
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It was Hayden....who told her he was going to go for an audition for some show he'd never seen...called Big Brother...
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She told him she loved that show and asked if she could join him.
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:c029: Did summer fly, sipping pina colada's by the pool in Hawaii....but, alas, all things must come to an end...
She is homeward bound...and getting ready for Halloween. :29:
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Halloween comes and goes and so do Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years Eve...all perfectly normal. But then in January...
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January...that long cold month ...that seems to never end....she thought about him again ....
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:c029: What a long "nap"! Now it's July.... where did the time go?
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January...that long cold month ...that seems to never end....she thought about him again ....
(Continuing, we'll see how far this goes!)
rolled over, sat up, and slid her feet into her fuzzy purple slippers. She hoped she would see him today, the same thing she had been saying to herself for 2 months now.
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Her feet felt like ice cubes even in the slippers as she crossed to her window and drew back the curtains only to see...nothing. There was nothing outside her window! Not the tree she and he had carved their names into so long ago, not her bird feeder or her rose bush. She ran to her front door and after a brief struggle she tugged it open only to stumble back as a small avalanche of white tumbled into her home. That must've been quite the snowstorm she slept through.
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All this time she had longed to see him but he had never returned.
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But wait! What was that she heard? Is something shoveling a path through the snow to her front door?! Something or ...someone?
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She flung open the door and it was him! Yes, it was him but there was something very different about him and she almost felt afraid.
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For when she went to embrace him she felt cold steel on her back. Yes he had returned, but why in heck did he have a hook for a hand now?
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He was silent as she lead him inside. When he sat down in the chair that she always felt was his alone he said, "I cannot stay. I'm being followed."
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"But my darling who is following you and why?" she asked him. "I made a terrible mistake my darling!" he cried, "I made a deal I didn't understand and now he wants his payment!"
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"He already took my hand," he said, "and now he wants a leg".
"I will hide you, my darling, where he will never find you." she said while holding his hook of a hand.
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As they ran ,with his hook in her hand, she wondered...was she doing the right thing?
Suppose he caught them both......
She couldn't lose her own hands...she had such beautiful rings, how would she wear them?
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He said he would hide her, but did it have to be inside a crypt at graveyard? At least he left her a book to read and a few candles.
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She read the title of the book. Julamay Loves Chancey by Bonnie Snow it said on the cover. (got to put in a commercial plug ) -rollinglaugh-
She began to read when she heard footsteps outside. Was he coming back or was this the person who cut of his hand?
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She fought down a panic attack as she heard the footsteps come closer to her. Visions of a life without hands (or rings) flashed through her brain as she crawled back into the darkest shadows of the crypt. She nearly feinted when the door to her cryptic hiding place began to creak open to reveal... the caretaker. "Dang rotten hooligans!" the caretaker muttered as he crossed over to the candlelit corner and started snuffing out the candles. "Hmm", he said, picking up the book, "'Julamay Loves Chancey'... whelp I hope this one is better than Eat, Pray, Love." he said tucking the book under his arm as he exited the crypt. She sighed with relief and began feeling her way back towards the candles, hoping he had left her matches, when a terrifying click echoed throughout the stone crypt...the caretaker had locked her inside.