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 Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2007 9:04 pm
one person posts the first and last line to a story and someone else finishes it.
On the shore of the crystal clear lake......
.....and that, my friend, is why I don't wear pants anymore.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2007 9:10 pm
So, I'm supposed to make the filler?
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 10:55 am
Yeppers, it's something we used in Creative Writing and Speech and Debate, it a lot of fun and the stories can be really weird or really funny.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 11:10 am
On the shore of the crystal clear lake......
I was going fishing with my buddy, Fred. And just like every other fishing trip we've had, we didn't catch a single one. Now Fred, who has never had a knack for patience, made a proposition.
"Hey, Scoot?" Fred finally spoke up.
"Yeah, Fred?" I piped up.
"This is boring."
I groaned. "No s**t."
"Wanna know how I can make this more fun?" And before I could answer, Fred headed back to the truck.
Five minutes passed. As I began to worry, he came back, carrying the pants he had been wearing before (I"ll never forget this) and a box of Cheez-its. "Fred?" I asked.
"I'm gonna put this bait in my pants and toss it out onto the lake." And with that, he threw his pants, stuffed half-way with 40% reduced fat Cheez-its. I noticed that, immidiately, fish had began swarming all over his pants.
"Dude!" I shouted, not believing what I saw. "That's incredible! I'll be right back!"
I ran to the truck, got another box, removed my pants, filled 'em with as much cheez-its as it could hold, and threw it onto the lake.
For one reason or another, mine had little effect. After going swimming to get our pants back, Fred counted 9 fish in his pants. I couldn't find any. So I put my pants back on. Then I realized that there were a couple fish hiding in the wrinkles.
.....and that, my friend, is why I don't wear pants anymore.
(I was kinda rushing this. So, do I make the opening and closing for the next one?)
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 2:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 7:14 pm
Once upon a time, in a far-away land called Los Angeles...
...and no one would ever see little Timmy again.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 5:04 am
Once upon a time, in a far-away land called Los Angeles...
Lived a boy named Timmy who dreampt of being a movie star. He worked hard in his acting classes and was always the star role in his High School plays. Three weeks before spring break and the last night of the musical play "New New York", there in the audience was a movie scout. After the performance the scout found Timmy and offered him a role in their new Sci Fi movie "Space Invaders". Timmy was to start after the school year ended and in the meantime he practiced acting even harder. So hard that he became to slack in his homework and his social life and was even losing sleep because of his obsessiveness to be great in his first film.
School finally ended and Timmy found himself inside a hugh studio in the middle of Hollywood. Alien spacecraft and other devises were placed artisticly around the studio while costume clad actors sat in chairs, while others walked about the studio waiting for instructions from the director. Timmy stared at everything in awe taking everything in with a gaping mouth. The director shouted at Timmy several times before he snapped out of his daze.
"Are you just going to stand there for another hour or are you here to work?" Shouted the director.
"I'm here to work, just tell me what to do." Timmy shly spoke.
"Get over there in the middle of that circle. Just stand there looking into the sky and nothing else.. Got that? ..NOTHING ELSE!" Screamed the director while turning red in the face.
"Got it." Timmy said without expression and then under his breath blurted, "a*****e."
Timmy then walked over to the circle with a huge white X painted in the middle of it. It looked similar to a helicopter landing pad only a little less professional. He shook his body a bit to relax and calm down while doing a few breathing exercises he was taught in his acting classes. When Timmy was finally ready he gave a thumbs up to the director and lifted his head up toward the sky.
The director shouted, "ACTION!" The pitch black ceiling began to split in two like the ceiling of a baseball or football statium. The large metal peices retracted as far as they could with a huge clunk and then silence fell upon the studio and everyone froze. A light beam attached itself to Timmy and gained radius as it drew near until his whole body was encased in light. Then with a blinding flicker the light was gone and Timmy with it and no one would ever see little Timmy again.
In the middle of a haunted forest...
...and that little heart shaped chest will remain hidden under the old willow tree for eternity.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 2:35 pm
In the middle of a haunted forest a vampire and a animated skeleton had fallen in love. There's was the purest love evil creatures could express. They stopped haunting and started showing humans through the forest.
It was not long before the forest eldars found out and vowed to seperate the two. The two were sent to opposite sides of the forest for patrol and were assigned guards that would keep them in line. After patrols they would meet under a secret willow in a nearby, not haunted forest. There they expressed their love and plotted running away together. One day they were followed to their secret tree and told they were to be kept apart for all eternity. Rather than living without his beloved skeleton, the vampirecut out his heart and placed it into a heart shaped chest. He gave the chest to the skeleton and said to her, "You will always have my heart."
The skeleton, stricken with greif, dug a grave under the old willow and buried herself, along with the chest. Little did she know, the chest not only contained his heart, but his spirit and wealth. And so they lay there together under the tree and that little heart shaped chest will remain hidden under the old willow tree for eternity.
Once upon a time there was a little boy living with his grandma....
.... and that's how they made the first voyage to spain.
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