Alphabet Game
by Fordy, Doghouse, Craig, JoLayne, J. Elizabeth, Sue, Marie
We have done somehting like this before, but why not recycle it. Each sentence has to start with the next letter of the alphabet. (The first sentence would start with A, the second with B, the third with C and so on).
Ashamed, he quietly turned and fled the scene.
Before he knew it, the police were chasing after him.
Can’t anyone take a joke anymore?
"Dammit", he thought as he heard the police behind him, "apparently not".
Embarassed, he realized he had left his pants at the scene of the crime.
Fred was not trying to offend anyone.
"Great", Fred said aloud scaring the dog that was sniffing the heel of his shoe. "Now what do I do, go back for the pants or run the risk of offending the line of ladies waiting to get into Annie's Tea Room?"
Hearing the handcuffs the police officer removed from his belt, Fred turned around and smiled at the officer. "I don't suppose you'd let me go back for my pants"?
"I don't think so, bub, but I do have a pair of pantyhose in the cruiser I'm more than happy to loan you.”
Jail wasn't so bad the last time, Fred thought to himself. It is certainly better than Annie's tea room!
Keenly aware that he was in danger of showing his bits to the ladies in line, Fred backed slowly towards the officer. "I'm ready...let' s go. Can we stop at Burger King on the way? I am starving."
"Let's go", the police officer said as he grabbed Fred and put him in the police cruiser, all the while thinking that he could go for a nice, juicy Whopper.
Manacled to the back seat of the cruiser, Fred summoned the dark, supernatural powers of his mind and used them to take control of the police officer's body.
Nora, annoyed because Fred was late meeting her at Annie’s Tea Room once again, flipped her cell phone open and droned, “Have you heard from him?”
Outside Annie's Tea Room the forces of the dark had gathered in response to Fred's telepathic summons and gazed hungrily at Nora.
"Please Fred, enough of your forces of dark. What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?" Nora glared irritaded at Fred's gathered forces of dark.
"Quiet, bitch, your henpecking days are numbered" Fred growled a smile, displaying his new dark magic-enhanced canines. Something about tasting her fear were the last words Nora heard before she felt Fred's teeth sink into her throat. She would have screamed if she still had a larynx.
Ray (the police officer), snapped back to reality, "What the hell had this naked guy done to him?", glancing at Fred, he noticed he appeared to be drooling from his mouth; as if he was in some other-worldly feeding.
Suddenly Ray the Police Officer felt afraid. Very afraid.
To be continued ... ????
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Alphabet Game
Alphabet Game
by Fordy, Doghouse, Susan, JoLayne, J. Elizabeth, Sue, Marie
Each sentence has to start with the next letter of the alphabet. (The first sentence would start with A, the second with B, the third with C and so on).
"Amazing!" Beatrice thought to herself, as she surveyed the view spread before her.
Behind her stood Carl and Deborah, rolling their eyes at her melodramatic ravings.
"Couldn't they understand," Beatrice thought to herself?
"DOW's back over 7,000 again," Deborah pointed out. “So? We have a long way to go.”
"Even with the Dow rising we still need money and we need it fast if we're gonna carry through with our original plans," muttered Carl.
"For God's sake, Bea," Deborah exclaimed. "Put your iphone away and focus." She looked at Carl's checklist. "Carl? Why do we need a gun?"
"Gun, uh, ummm ... What gun? This gun. Umm, uh, I don't know how it got here..." Carl stammered.
"How dare you lie to me?", Deborah spat and turned to the window and watched the street below.
Ichabod looked at the three of them and thought, "I have to save Humanity with this lot?"
"Just my luck", Ichabod thought as he stubbed out his cigarette and stood to face the room and give the three of them the bad news that would change their lives forever.
"Knives! Duck!", yelled Carl before Ichabod could say more.
Long before any of them could move, a duck holding razor sharp knives flew in through the window and stabbed Carl in the right eye. Deborah screamed and held her hands over her face as the duck flew around the room and back out the window.
Meanwhile, in another location an ancient darkness stirred, "My Mallard of Doom has drawn first blood! Mua ha ha ha!"
"North, you idiot, I told you to fly NORTH and kill, you limp-beaked bastard!", the Ancient Darkness cursed in ancient darkness.
"Obviously we're going to need this," Beatrice mumbled as she pried Carl's Glock from his cold, dead hand.
"Pass me the Saber Saw. We are going to need that too."
"Quite the pleasure device you have there, Ichabod", Deborah said huskily, "but shouldn't we remove the blade before we, you know?"
"Right, I guess... but that sounds boring to me," Ichabod smirked.
"Seriously you two, now is not the time," Beatrice said with resolve, "Carl lies dead not two feet from you, we must formulate a plan and take action!"
"That's it, you're not the boss of me, I'm leaving!" Ichabod screamed.
"Until we know for sure what is outside of these doors, no one crosses that threshold," Beatrice said to Ichabod.
"Voltex Industries," Deborah exclaimed excitingly, pointing out the window at a large van pulling into the parking lot of the Bellagio Hotel.
"Xavier!" She yelled, looking back at Ichabod and Beatrice, "Xavier is driving the van!"
"You have got to be kidding me!" Ichabod remarked, "Has he infiltrated them, or has he turned Benedict? All of our preparations could be for naught!"
"Zig zag all you want, Ichabod. I think everyone in this room knows who the real infiltrator is!"
"Alright! Alright! I admit it. It has been me! Me! this whole time," Ichabod laughed with an evil glint in his eye.
"BASTARD!" Deborah snarled, "And to think what I almost did with your .... saber saw!"
"Carl probably knew about you working with the Ancient Darkness," Beatrice accused, raising the gun to Ichabod's forehead.
"Did you kill him thinking we'd never figure that out?"
"Everyone knew the truth.. you were all just hiding from it" Icabod said,scornfully.
"Frak that Ichy!" Beatrice snarled, "you turned traitor for your own glory, thinking you'll be able to carve out a name for yourself under the totalitarian regime of the Ancient Darkness; you fail to realize that he wants destruction for everyone, including his boot-lickers!!!"
"God Bea, it's always the same conspiracy crap with you isn't it! Get a grip. And quit calling me Ichy!" Ichabod snarled right back!
"Holy Hell Ichy! Pull yourself together. There is a massive conspiracy going on and you need to realize it." Beatrice rubbed the back of her hand against her forehead.
Ichabod saw his chance and grabbed the gun from her hands and wrestled her to the floor.
Jarred by the impact of Beatrice hitting the floor, an antique porcelain vase tottered and fell off the counter catching Ichabod in the back of the head.
"Keystone Kops if ever I've seen them," a voice intoned as the door opened. Xavier entered and purveyed the scene before him.
Laughter, a deep menacing laughter, echoed through the room; filling our intrepid heroes with a foreboding doom.
"M...m... maggots?" Xavier cried as he backpedaled to escape the room and flee from the billions of wiggling larvae, some as large as two feet long, and all looking toward the now open door.
Noting Xavier's apparent discomfort at the squirming larve, Ichabod chuckled to himself. "If you are afraid of those small creatures, wait to see what I have planned for you next," he sneered.
“Oy vey! I didn’t sign up for this!” Deborah intoned.
“Pray you don’t look like lunch,” the menacing voice bellowed.
"Quickly everyone! If we don't act now all will be lost."
"Run all you want; it will do no good." Ichabod intoned, as he surveyed the scene. Carl's lifeless body still lay in the corner, Xavier quivered in fear and disgust at the door, Beatrice sat stunned on the floor not 2 feet from him; but where had Deborah gotten to?
"Saw this!!!" deborah cried as she lunged at ichabod with the saber saw, severing his head from his body.
Thunk, Ichabod's head hit the floor.
"United, we must be united; it's our last chance!" Beatrice wimpered as she slowly rose to her feet.
Valiant is how they felt! Nothing could stop them now!
Wonderous was their feeling of pride.
"Xinjiang, Xinjiang China is where we shall go!" Deborah then shouted!
"You're out of your mind!", Beatrice said. "Zimbabwe, maybe?"
And so it goes...... The End.
"but ... But was Ichabod the Ancient Darkness or his minion? We thought he was on our side, and he wasn't; what were we trying to accomplish?"
"Close your eyes and try not to think on it too much."
"Dammit - I want answers, and a conclusion. All these plot threads dropped for convenience, I don't understand" Deborah wailed.
"Enough! It was a metaphorical fight against the evil that threatens to consume us all. By stopping Ichabod, and standing up for justice and mercy and compassion we vanquished the Ancient Darkness for another day."
"Finshed then? it's all finished, and we can attempt to start anew?"
"Gads - that's what I've been telling you,"
"Honestly, I'm still a little confused - what about the crow?"
"I'm telling you - it was a manfestation of the evil inherent in mankind's collective soul. We stood against it, and in that act alone we won."
"Just standing up to it brought us victory?"
"Kind of."
Light surrounded them, as if a switch had been thrown.
"My my, what did I miss?" Carl asked!"
"Nyah!" Deborah excalimed, "Your Dead!!!!"
"Obviously, with the Ancient Darknesses power vanquished, the evil he commited is undone; and Carl lives again!"
"Please don't go into more of this; my head is spinning, I don't understand ..."
"Quiet, you'll give yuorself an anuerism trying to puzzle it all out."
"Really what you're saying is if we think of it as a shared hallucination we'll be able to move on with our lives, as opposed to pondering the unrealness of the entire event?"
"Seriously though, I think the memories of the last few weeks will fade over time; and it will all seem a dream."
"Think about it though, we were drawn from our seperate lives into this whole thing; and now if our memories fade, will that sever the relationships we've forged in this endeavor?"
"Unfortunately I'm sure that will be a side-effect ....." Beatrice trailed off.
"Very well then, my newly found and soon to be lost friends, fair thee well."
"Well then, I guess this is goodbye."
Xenon gases appeared to gather and shimmer in the air as the party said their goodbyes and went thier seperate ways.
"You may have defeated me this time, but there will be new champions and other battles ..." the Ancient Darknesses voice whispered into the night.
Ze End!
by Fordy, Doghouse, Susan, JoLayne, J. Elizabeth, Sue, Marie
Each sentence has to start with the next letter of the alphabet. (The first sentence would start with A, the second with B, the third with C and so on).
"Amazing!" Beatrice thought to herself, as she surveyed the view spread before her.
Behind her stood Carl and Deborah, rolling their eyes at her melodramatic ravings.
"Couldn't they understand," Beatrice thought to herself?
"DOW's back over 7,000 again," Deborah pointed out. “So? We have a long way to go.”
"Even with the Dow rising we still need money and we need it fast if we're gonna carry through with our original plans," muttered Carl.
"For God's sake, Bea," Deborah exclaimed. "Put your iphone away and focus." She looked at Carl's checklist. "Carl? Why do we need a gun?"
"Gun, uh, ummm ... What gun? This gun. Umm, uh, I don't know how it got here..." Carl stammered.
"How dare you lie to me?", Deborah spat and turned to the window and watched the street below.
Ichabod looked at the three of them and thought, "I have to save Humanity with this lot?"
"Just my luck", Ichabod thought as he stubbed out his cigarette and stood to face the room and give the three of them the bad news that would change their lives forever.
"Knives! Duck!", yelled Carl before Ichabod could say more.
Long before any of them could move, a duck holding razor sharp knives flew in through the window and stabbed Carl in the right eye. Deborah screamed and held her hands over her face as the duck flew around the room and back out the window.
Meanwhile, in another location an ancient darkness stirred, "My Mallard of Doom has drawn first blood! Mua ha ha ha!"
"North, you idiot, I told you to fly NORTH and kill, you limp-beaked bastard!", the Ancient Darkness cursed in ancient darkness.
"Obviously we're going to need this," Beatrice mumbled as she pried Carl's Glock from his cold, dead hand.
"Pass me the Saber Saw. We are going to need that too."
"Quite the pleasure device you have there, Ichabod", Deborah said huskily, "but shouldn't we remove the blade before we, you know?"
"Right, I guess... but that sounds boring to me," Ichabod smirked.
"Seriously you two, now is not the time," Beatrice said with resolve, "Carl lies dead not two feet from you, we must formulate a plan and take action!"
"That's it, you're not the boss of me, I'm leaving!" Ichabod screamed.
"Until we know for sure what is outside of these doors, no one crosses that threshold," Beatrice said to Ichabod.
"Voltex Industries," Deborah exclaimed excitingly, pointing out the window at a large van pulling into the parking lot of the Bellagio Hotel.
"Xavier!" She yelled, looking back at Ichabod and Beatrice, "Xavier is driving the van!"
"You have got to be kidding me!" Ichabod remarked, "Has he infiltrated them, or has he turned Benedict? All of our preparations could be for naught!"
"Zig zag all you want, Ichabod. I think everyone in this room knows who the real infiltrator is!"
"Alright! Alright! I admit it. It has been me! Me! this whole time," Ichabod laughed with an evil glint in his eye.
"BASTARD!" Deborah snarled, "And to think what I almost did with your .... saber saw!"
"Carl probably knew about you working with the Ancient Darkness," Beatrice accused, raising the gun to Ichabod's forehead.
"Did you kill him thinking we'd never figure that out?"
"Everyone knew the truth.. you were all just hiding from it" Icabod said,scornfully.
"Frak that Ichy!" Beatrice snarled, "you turned traitor for your own glory, thinking you'll be able to carve out a name for yourself under the totalitarian regime of the Ancient Darkness; you fail to realize that he wants destruction for everyone, including his boot-lickers!!!"
"God Bea, it's always the same conspiracy crap with you isn't it! Get a grip. And quit calling me Ichy!" Ichabod snarled right back!
"Holy Hell Ichy! Pull yourself together. There is a massive conspiracy going on and you need to realize it." Beatrice rubbed the back of her hand against her forehead.
Ichabod saw his chance and grabbed the gun from her hands and wrestled her to the floor.
Jarred by the impact of Beatrice hitting the floor, an antique porcelain vase tottered and fell off the counter catching Ichabod in the back of the head.
"Keystone Kops if ever I've seen them," a voice intoned as the door opened. Xavier entered and purveyed the scene before him.
Laughter, a deep menacing laughter, echoed through the room; filling our intrepid heroes with a foreboding doom.
"M...m... maggots?" Xavier cried as he backpedaled to escape the room and flee from the billions of wiggling larvae, some as large as two feet long, and all looking toward the now open door.
Noting Xavier's apparent discomfort at the squirming larve, Ichabod chuckled to himself. "If you are afraid of those small creatures, wait to see what I have planned for you next," he sneered.
“Oy vey! I didn’t sign up for this!” Deborah intoned.
“Pray you don’t look like lunch,” the menacing voice bellowed.
"Quickly everyone! If we don't act now all will be lost."
"Run all you want; it will do no good." Ichabod intoned, as he surveyed the scene. Carl's lifeless body still lay in the corner, Xavier quivered in fear and disgust at the door, Beatrice sat stunned on the floor not 2 feet from him; but where had Deborah gotten to?
"Saw this!!!" deborah cried as she lunged at ichabod with the saber saw, severing his head from his body.
Thunk, Ichabod's head hit the floor.
"United, we must be united; it's our last chance!" Beatrice wimpered as she slowly rose to her feet.
Valiant is how they felt! Nothing could stop them now!
Wonderous was their feeling of pride.
"Xinjiang, Xinjiang China is where we shall go!" Deborah then shouted!
"You're out of your mind!", Beatrice said. "Zimbabwe, maybe?"
And so it goes...... The End.
"but ... But was Ichabod the Ancient Darkness or his minion? We thought he was on our side, and he wasn't; what were we trying to accomplish?"
"Close your eyes and try not to think on it too much."
"Dammit - I want answers, and a conclusion. All these plot threads dropped for convenience, I don't understand" Deborah wailed.
"Enough! It was a metaphorical fight against the evil that threatens to consume us all. By stopping Ichabod, and standing up for justice and mercy and compassion we vanquished the Ancient Darkness for another day."
"Finshed then? it's all finished, and we can attempt to start anew?"
"Gads - that's what I've been telling you,"
"Honestly, I'm still a little confused - what about the crow?"
"I'm telling you - it was a manfestation of the evil inherent in mankind's collective soul. We stood against it, and in that act alone we won."
"Just standing up to it brought us victory?"
"Kind of."
Light surrounded them, as if a switch had been thrown.
"My my, what did I miss?" Carl asked!"
"Nyah!" Deborah excalimed, "Your Dead!!!!"
"Obviously, with the Ancient Darknesses power vanquished, the evil he commited is undone; and Carl lives again!"
"Please don't go into more of this; my head is spinning, I don't understand ..."
"Quiet, you'll give yuorself an anuerism trying to puzzle it all out."
"Really what you're saying is if we think of it as a shared hallucination we'll be able to move on with our lives, as opposed to pondering the unrealness of the entire event?"
"Seriously though, I think the memories of the last few weeks will fade over time; and it will all seem a dream."
"Think about it though, we were drawn from our seperate lives into this whole thing; and now if our memories fade, will that sever the relationships we've forged in this endeavor?"
"Unfortunately I'm sure that will be a side-effect ....." Beatrice trailed off.
"Very well then, my newly found and soon to be lost friends, fair thee well."
"Well then, I guess this is goodbye."
Xenon gases appeared to gather and shimmer in the air as the party said their goodbyes and went thier seperate ways.
"You may have defeated me this time, but there will be new champions and other battles ..." the Ancient Darknesses voice whispered into the night.
Ze End!
Merry Christmas EC-Spoilers
Merry Christmas EC-Spoilers
by Fordy
Twas the Night Before Christmas, And all through the list
Gearing up for Holiday Cheer, making sure nothing was missed,
Susan in Iowa, boxed up some snow,
To Doghouse she sent it, all wrapped with a bow.
Elizabeth got some tinsel, and spread it with care,
For Semaht was coming, with eggnog to share,
Rowan sends greetings from New Zealand to us,
Marie's getting someone else to drive the bus,
Jo and her cows, dressed up all festive,
Garvis sends greetings that are a little suggestive,
Lissa called Santa, to ensure he was on time,
JoLayne under the mistletoe, kissed a French Mime
Sue hung the stockings, some here and some there,
Janet brought the wreathes, all decorated with flair
Brian made snowmen, cluttering the yard
Fordy says Merry Christmas, though he's not much of a bard!
by Fordy
Twas the Night Before Christmas, And all through the list
Gearing up for Holiday Cheer, making sure nothing was missed,
Susan in Iowa, boxed up some snow,
To Doghouse she sent it, all wrapped with a bow.
Elizabeth got some tinsel, and spread it with care,
For Semaht was coming, with eggnog to share,
Rowan sends greetings from New Zealand to us,
Marie's getting someone else to drive the bus,
Jo and her cows, dressed up all festive,
Garvis sends greetings that are a little suggestive,
Lissa called Santa, to ensure he was on time,
JoLayne under the mistletoe, kissed a French Mime
Sue hung the stockings, some here and some there,
Janet brought the wreathes, all decorated with flair
Brian made snowmen, cluttering the yard
Fordy says Merry Christmas, though he's not much of a bard!
Roses Are Red - Summer 2009
Another Roses Are Red Poem/Conversation
by: Fordy, Doghouse, Marie
Roses are red, violets are blue,
the temp today is supposed to be 92.
Roses are red, sunscreen and shades I bought 'em,
but I really can't wait, for the cool days of autumn.
Roses are red, it's the second day of summer.
The heat wave's continued, My thought? That's a bummer.
Roses are red, as people cool off in the lake
I really wouldn't mind seeing a nice cool snowflake.
Roses are Red, And you're not too bored
I thought original posted to Blah, So poem was left, ignored
Roses are red, The sun is finally shining
Time to frolic in the sun, Quit your whining
Roses are red, when the weather's this ripe
I like doing nothing more than bitch and gripe.
Roses are red, I'm not too proud to say
weather this muggy just shouldn't be allowed.
Roses are Red, Rain Falls from the sky,
No lake on the weekend, Until the clouds go goodbye
Roses are red, Criminals are violent
Why is everyone else in the group, Staying so silent?
Roses are red, I don't like to cuss
but I want to know D.A., where is my bus?
Roses are red, I don't know what DA's done with the bus,
but while we wait we can watch Desperado with Antonio Banderas.
Roses are red, to answer DA: I don't know why.
The only thing I can think is everyone's shy.
Roses Are red, And I must confess,
After that party, I made a bit of a mess.
Roses are red, The mess was concealed,
I gave it to Otto And hid it in Springfield
Roses are red, violets are blue
everything's been said, so this poem is now through.
Roses are red, before I hit 'send'
I just wanna add ...The End
by: Fordy, Doghouse, Marie
Roses are red, violets are blue,
the temp today is supposed to be 92.
Roses are red, sunscreen and shades I bought 'em,
but I really can't wait, for the cool days of autumn.
Roses are red, it's the second day of summer.
The heat wave's continued, My thought? That's a bummer.
Roses are red, as people cool off in the lake
I really wouldn't mind seeing a nice cool snowflake.
Roses are Red, And you're not too bored
I thought original posted to Blah, So poem was left, ignored
Roses are red, The sun is finally shining
Time to frolic in the sun, Quit your whining
Roses are red, when the weather's this ripe
I like doing nothing more than bitch and gripe.
Roses are red, I'm not too proud to say
weather this muggy just shouldn't be allowed.
Roses are Red, Rain Falls from the sky,
No lake on the weekend, Until the clouds go goodbye
Roses are red, Criminals are violent
Why is everyone else in the group, Staying so silent?
Roses are red, I don't like to cuss
but I want to know D.A., where is my bus?
Roses are red, I don't know what DA's done with the bus,
but while we wait we can watch Desperado with Antonio Banderas.
Roses are red, to answer DA: I don't know why.
The only thing I can think is everyone's shy.
Roses Are red, And I must confess,
After that party, I made a bit of a mess.
Roses are red, The mess was concealed,
I gave it to Otto And hid it in Springfield
Roses are red, violets are blue
everything's been said, so this poem is now through.
Roses are red, before I hit 'send'
I just wanna add ...The End
Fictional News
One idea tossed around was to make up a fictional news-story. In response to a comment in our very own blog from "Danny Gokey - Doghouse's #1 fan". JoLayne and Doghouse took up this challenge.
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AP Wire – from 2 minutes ago Allison, the future Season Eight Idol Winner, was furious when it came to light that her rival, Danny Gokey, not only think he will be the season’s Idol winner, but is also Doghouse’s number one fan. “I can’t believe he would say that, let alone post it in a blog. And two months ago… what an ego. I’M Doghouse’s number one fan and two months ago on Idol there was Lil, Anoop, tattoo girl, and Matt. Tough competition. Danny’s lucky to even still be on the show, let alone the Winner.” She continued, “To be Doghouse’s number one fan, you have to yell Arf Arf! There wasn’t one Arf in his whole blog.”
Attempts to reach Danny Gokey at the Idol mansion were unsuccessful. AP helicopters, circling the grounds for a shot of the husky-throated warbler did manage to capture footage of Adam Lambert and Chris Allen comforting Allison, who was unfairly voted out of last night’s Idol telecast, as she packed her bags.
TMZ reports that Britney Spears has been staking out the Idol mansion in search of a man who can actually sing.
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AP Wire – from 2 minutes ago Allison, the future Season Eight Idol Winner, was furious when it came to light that her rival, Danny Gokey, not only think he will be the season’s Idol winner, but is also Doghouse’s number one fan. “I can’t believe he would say that, let alone post it in a blog. And two months ago… what an ego. I’M Doghouse’s number one fan and two months ago on Idol there was Lil, Anoop, tattoo girl, and Matt. Tough competition. Danny’s lucky to even still be on the show, let alone the Winner.” She continued, “To be Doghouse’s number one fan, you have to yell Arf Arf! There wasn’t one Arf in his whole blog.”
Attempts to reach Danny Gokey at the Idol mansion were unsuccessful. AP helicopters, circling the grounds for a shot of the husky-throated warbler did manage to capture footage of Adam Lambert and Chris Allen comforting Allison, who was unfairly voted out of last night’s Idol telecast, as she packed her bags.
TMZ reports that Britney Spears has been staking out the Idol mansion in search of a man who can actually sing.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Two Word Chapters
Two Word Chapters
By Qbryzan, Fordy, Susan, Doghouse, Enyajo, Garvis, Jo, Sue, Tina, and J. Elizabeth
The rules are simple: each person adds a chapter to the story, but each chapter must be 2 words long, no more, no less.
Chapter 1:Villain enters.
Chapter 2:Villain sneers.
Chapter 3:Jane screams.
Chapter 4:Alex turned...
Chapter 5:Phone rings
Chapter 6:Lightning flashes.
Chapter 7:Floor creaks.
Chapter 8:Mom called.
Chapter 10"Come home!!!!"
Chapter 11Phone Dies!
Chapter 12Villain laughs.
Chapter 13:Jane cries!
Chapter 14Alex faints
Chapter 15:Villian grunts...
Chapter 16:Where's Chapter9
Highly anticipated Chapter 9:Time Travel
Chapter 17:Alex moans.
Chapter 18:"Not Again!"
Chapter 19:"Surprised, Alex?"
Chapter 20:"Go AWAY"
Chapter 21:"Try again."
Chapter 22:"Pretty Please"
Chapter 23:"No way."
Chapter 24:"Why not?"
Chapter 25Frosted Flakes
Chapter 26:Sunrise. Rain.
Chapter 27:Foggy. Cold.
Chapter 28:"Alex?" "ALEX?"
Chapter 29"You .... Jane?"
Chapter 30:Pants: Where?
Chapter 31:Moon shines.
Chapter 32:"Hmmm... impressive!"
Chapter 33:"You like?"
Chapter 34:"You bet!"
Chapter 35:"Wanna touch?"
Chapter 36:"Maybe later."
Chapter 37:"Not now?"
Chapter 38:"Too hungry."
Chapter 39:"Wanna eat"?
Chapter 40:"Whatcha got?"
Chapter 41:"Olive pizza!"
Chapter 42:"You serious?"
Chapter 43:"Oh yeah!"
Chapter 44:Jane talking?
Chapter 45:Or villain?
Chapter 46:Pizza scary?
Chapter 47:Not villian.
Chapter 48:Maybe Alex?
Chapter 49:Let's listen.
Chapter 50:"Alex, hun?"
Chapter 51:"Yes, dear."
(Chapter 52:It's Alex!)
Chapter 53:"Do you . . . "
Chapter 54:"Smell something?"
Chapter 55:"Yes, it's . . ."
Chapter 56:"Is it. . . "
Chapter 57:"Fire. FIRE!"
Chapter 58:"Save yourself!"
Chapter 59:"I'll die."
Chapter 60:"Are you...?
Chapter 61:"Serious? Yes."
Chapter 61:"You can't!"
Chapter 62:"Why not?"
Chapter 63:"Because I..."
Chapter 64:"You what?"
Chapter 65:"Love you!"
Chapter 66:"Really? REALLY??"
Chapter 67:"Yes. Somewhat."
Chapter 68:"Now what?"
Chapter 69:"Marriage. Children."
Chapter 70:"That's it?"
Chapter 71:"What else."
Chapter 72:"Matching tattoos."
Chapter 73:"I'm allergic."
Chapter 74:"To tattoos?
Chapter 75: "To you."
Chapter 76:"TO ME?"
Chapter 77:"Well, uh."
Chapter 78:"The marriage?"
Chapter 79:"It's off."
Chapter 80:"Your love?"
Chapter 81:"For you?"
hapter 82:"Yes, duh."
Chapter 83:"It's forever."
Chapter 84:"Then it's?"
Chapter 85:"Yes, goodbye."<>
Chapter 86:"What's wrong?"
Chapter 87:"Oh, nothing."
Chapter 88:"You know..."
Chapter 89:"Yes? what?"
Chapter 90:"We'll always..."
Chapter 91:"Have Paris?"
Chapter 93:"Well, yes."
Chapter 92:"How cliche."
Chapter 93:"I'm sorry."
Chapter 94:"Leave now."
Chapter 95:"Breakup sex?"
Chapter 96:"Fuck you."
Chapter 97:"That hurt."
Chapter 98:"Too bad."
Chapter 99:"Fire's out."
Chapter 100:"Who cares."
Chapter 101:No Tattoos?
By Qbryzan, Fordy, Susan, Doghouse, Enyajo, Garvis, Jo, Sue, Tina, and J. Elizabeth
The rules are simple: each person adds a chapter to the story, but each chapter must be 2 words long, no more, no less.
Chapter 1:Villain enters.
Chapter 2:Villain sneers.
Chapter 3:Jane screams.
Chapter 4:Alex turned...
Chapter 5:Phone rings
Chapter 6:Lightning flashes.
Chapter 7:Floor creaks.
Chapter 8:Mom called.
Chapter 10"Come home!!!!"
Chapter 11Phone Dies!
Chapter 12Villain laughs.
Chapter 13:Jane cries!
Chapter 14Alex faints
Chapter 15:Villian grunts...
Chapter 16:Where's Chapter9
Highly anticipated Chapter 9:Time Travel
Chapter 17:Alex moans.
Chapter 18:"Not Again!"
Chapter 19:"Surprised, Alex?"
Chapter 20:"Go AWAY"
Chapter 21:"Try again."
Chapter 22:"Pretty Please"
Chapter 23:"No way."
Chapter 24:"Why not?"
Chapter 25Frosted Flakes
Chapter 26:Sunrise. Rain.
Chapter 27:Foggy. Cold.
Chapter 28:"Alex?" "ALEX?"
Chapter 29"You .... Jane?"
Chapter 30:Pants: Where?
Chapter 31:Moon shines.
Chapter 32:"Hmmm... impressive!"
Chapter 33:"You like?"
Chapter 34:"You bet!"
Chapter 35:"Wanna touch?"
Chapter 36:"Maybe later."
Chapter 37:"Not now?"
Chapter 38:"Too hungry."
Chapter 39:"Wanna eat"?
Chapter 40:"Whatcha got?"
Chapter 41:"Olive pizza!"
Chapter 42:"You serious?"
Chapter 43:"Oh yeah!"
Chapter 44:Jane talking?
Chapter 45:Or villain?
Chapter 46:Pizza scary?
Chapter 47:Not villian.
Chapter 48:Maybe Alex?
Chapter 49:Let's listen.
Chapter 50:"Alex, hun?"
Chapter 51:"Yes, dear."
(Chapter 52:It's Alex!)
Chapter 53:"Do you . . . "
Chapter 54:"Smell something?"
Chapter 55:"Yes, it's . . ."
Chapter 56:"Is it. . . "
Chapter 57:"Fire. FIRE!"
Chapter 58:"Save yourself!"
Chapter 59:"I'll die."
Chapter 60:"Are you...?
Chapter 61:"Serious? Yes."
Chapter 61:"You can't!"
Chapter 62:"Why not?"
Chapter 63:"Because I..."
Chapter 64:"You what?"
Chapter 65:"Love you!"
Chapter 66:"Really? REALLY??"
Chapter 67:"Yes. Somewhat."
Chapter 68:"Now what?"
Chapter 69:"Marriage. Children."
Chapter 70:"That's it?"
Chapter 71:"What else."
Chapter 72:"Matching tattoos."
Chapter 73:"I'm allergic."
Chapter 74:"To tattoos?
Chapter 75: "To you."
Chapter 76:"TO ME?"
Chapter 77:"Well, uh."
Chapter 78:"The marriage?"
Chapter 79:"It's off."
Chapter 80:"Your love?"
Chapter 81:"For you?"
hapter 82:"Yes, duh."
Chapter 83:"It's forever."
Chapter 84:"Then it's?"
Chapter 85:"Yes, goodbye."<>
Chapter 86:"What's wrong?"
Chapter 87:"Oh, nothing."
Chapter 88:"You know..."
Chapter 89:"Yes? what?"
Chapter 90:"We'll always..."
Chapter 91:"Have Paris?"
Chapter 93:"Well, yes."
Chapter 92:"How cliche."
Chapter 93:"I'm sorry."
Chapter 94:"Leave now."
Chapter 95:"Breakup sex?"
Chapter 96:"Fuck you."
Chapter 97:"That hurt."
Chapter 98:"Too bad."
Chapter 99:"Fire's out."
Chapter 100:"Who cares."
Chapter 101:No Tattoos?
New Poem - No Zombies Allowed!
New Poem - No Zombies Allowed! by Susan, Fordy, Doghouse, Enyajo, Tina
It was a cold day in Iowa,
A little snow landed on my just washed car,
And a wet day in BC,
At least all the snow is gone, au revoir,
And a day of flurries in Minnesota,
Snow everywhere you look, near and far,
Twas to get up to 37 today,
But at 25, it seemed to stay.
Not to change the subject and not to talk about a quota,
but we've got two people here from here from thegreat state of Minnesota!
Ah... to be in Iowa, you both are known to dream
But sad you are not cool enough to live where the grass is always green.
Life's a balance, sometimes one gives, sometimes one takes,
but we live in the land of 10,000 plus lakes!
Home of Norm Coleman, and that's a fact.
Now that's a Minnesotan who is really whacked!
Enoguh of these States, I'm taking a stand,
Let's talk more of Canada, a land that's Truly Grand!
Where a polygamist was arrest for having 19 wives,
Poor Lil; Fordy is now feeling deprived.
Back to Norm Coleman, he's whacked, yes, it's felt,
but putting him in rhyme is hitting below the belt!
\Said belt is prepared for Childress, standing proud and tall
Attempting to rationalize to press why they dropped the ball.
I had to Google Childress because I am out of the 'Sota loop
Time to get a new coach, one who isn't such a dupe.
Enough of the weather, Enough of this Fluff,
Let's talk TV and movies, and other important stuff
TV you say, oh my what is that?
I can surf all 400 channels in 60 seconds flat.
400 channels and still nothing to view
for more than a minute or two
Two more weeks for the show called Lost,
'til that time I shall get sauced
Hope we see a certain statue's four toes
I wonder where the Island goes?
I heard somewhere it's displaced in time,
I bet the O6 hunt for it will lead to crime.
Well Sayid, the assassin is now involved
The mysteries might yet get solved.
Four toes, five toes or even the whole hoof,
it's too late now 'cuz my TV's Lost-proof.
Ane while I have a sec I wanna go back to Brad
and say the way you coach the Vikes is bad, bad, bad.
I'm tired of the coach thinking he's Hoss
I long for the days of Culpepper-Moss.
Randy Moss was alright, a pretty high stepper,
but I'll pass on the second, you can keep Culpepper.
More sports talk, which is all meaningless to me,
Lets' talk about Rock Band, and other games for my Wii!
We don't all have a Wii so are you telling us it's all about you?
This is something we'll have to work through!
Wii you say, who cares I don't For Lost is the only thing to discuss
The time of the year to revel and dream
Of the many scenes and plot twists to make us scream
With delight and Aha's finally we know
Answers to questions that began long ago
We will get some answers, I do pray
January 21st, yes that is THE DAY
Will the flashes be back or flashes forward?
Not one single nugget have I heard.
It's refreshing to be spoiler free
Shocked and awed by the finale
Questions are tricky
Lost fans are picky
Darlton, don't be pokey,
Just what the heck is smokey?
You Lost fans are fanatics, that much we know,
I just want the dish on that missing concrete toe.
And when they're all done playing in those Lost island spas
does anyone think they'll bring back Adebisi from Oz?
Fanatics galore and theories abound
Richard Alpert's toe is concrete bound
It was a cold day in Iowa,
A little snow landed on my just washed car,
And a wet day in BC,
At least all the snow is gone, au revoir,
And a day of flurries in Minnesota,
Snow everywhere you look, near and far,
Twas to get up to 37 today,
But at 25, it seemed to stay.
Not to change the subject and not to talk about a quota,
but we've got two people here from here from thegreat state of Minnesota!
Ah... to be in Iowa, you both are known to dream
But sad you are not cool enough to live where the grass is always green.
Life's a balance, sometimes one gives, sometimes one takes,
but we live in the land of 10,000 plus lakes!
Home of Norm Coleman, and that's a fact.
Now that's a Minnesotan who is really whacked!
Enoguh of these States, I'm taking a stand,
Let's talk more of Canada, a land that's Truly Grand!
Where a polygamist was arrest for having 19 wives,
Poor Lil; Fordy is now feeling deprived.
Back to Norm Coleman, he's whacked, yes, it's felt,
but putting him in rhyme is hitting below the belt!
\Said belt is prepared for Childress, standing proud and tall
Attempting to rationalize to press why they dropped the ball.
I had to Google Childress because I am out of the 'Sota loop
Time to get a new coach, one who isn't such a dupe.
Enough of the weather, Enough of this Fluff,
Let's talk TV and movies, and other important stuff
TV you say, oh my what is that?
I can surf all 400 channels in 60 seconds flat.
400 channels and still nothing to view
for more than a minute or two
Two more weeks for the show called Lost,
'til that time I shall get sauced
Hope we see a certain statue's four toes
I wonder where the Island goes?
I heard somewhere it's displaced in time,
I bet the O6 hunt for it will lead to crime.
Well Sayid, the assassin is now involved
The mysteries might yet get solved.
Four toes, five toes or even the whole hoof,
it's too late now 'cuz my TV's Lost-proof.
Ane while I have a sec I wanna go back to Brad
and say the way you coach the Vikes is bad, bad, bad.
I'm tired of the coach thinking he's Hoss
I long for the days of Culpepper-Moss.
Randy Moss was alright, a pretty high stepper,
but I'll pass on the second, you can keep Culpepper.
More sports talk, which is all meaningless to me,
Lets' talk about Rock Band, and other games for my Wii!
We don't all have a Wii so are you telling us it's all about you?
This is something we'll have to work through!
Wii you say, who cares I don't For Lost is the only thing to discuss
The time of the year to revel and dream
Of the many scenes and plot twists to make us scream
With delight and Aha's finally we know
Answers to questions that began long ago
We will get some answers, I do pray
January 21st, yes that is THE DAY
Will the flashes be back or flashes forward?
Not one single nugget have I heard.
It's refreshing to be spoiler free
Shocked and awed by the finale
Questions are tricky
Lost fans are picky
Darlton, don't be pokey,
Just what the heck is smokey?
You Lost fans are fanatics, that much we know,
I just want the dish on that missing concrete toe.
And when they're all done playing in those Lost island spas
does anyone think they'll bring back Adebisi from Oz?
Fanatics galore and theories abound
Richard Alpert's toe is concrete bound
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