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 Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 2:11 am
Lets write a story one sentance at a time. Everybody takes a turn posting a sentance that will fatten up our story. It'll go any direction you guys want!
Probably just me, Archy and Dianers writing this. Haha
Anyway, I'll start:
The corridor doors flew open as a young man burst through it, his heels kicking at the tiled floor below him.
/bracing for possible fail thread
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 12:08 am
And when we say heels, we're talking about his nine inch stiletto shoes with wrap around ribbons that shoot up to the bottom of his knees.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 2:55 am
Despite these gender bending shoes, he managed to drive his way through the hallway with amazing speed and skill.
[Some taaalllll heels. D=]
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 4:53 pm
lasers shooting at him from behind. Singing the tips of his stylin purple afro.
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Archer_Silverhawk Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 12:04 am
Gerald (his name is Gerald now >3 ) ducked at the lazers; his skantily clad body rolled into a ball, its inertia continuing to push him forward like a human slinky - as he suddenly found his footing and lauching himself through a window.
Run on sentance is a run on.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 7:15 pm
Gerald landed painfully two stories down onto the hard pavement. He rubs his head gently prodding at the bump slowly swellling just below his hair line.
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Archer_Silverhawk Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 2:39 am
Luckily his afro soaked up most of the blood, he got to his feet shakingly and still surprisingly able on NINE INCH stiletto heels.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 12:35 am
In seconds he was on his feet again running towards a tied up horse which he promptly unties and stradles.
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Archer_Silverhawk Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 9:43 am
Unfortunately the horse didn't feel like being stolen so it bucked him off with a mighty 'neeerrrr' sound and kicking hooves.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 10:23 am
now forced to run for his life, Gerald limps off into the nearest cafe in hopes of finding a payphone.
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Archer_Silverhawk Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 12:36 am
Gerald grinned as he managed to pull a single quarter out of his pants pocket and the second it hit the bottom of the machine he already had three numbers punched into it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 10:18 pm
"911?" gerald gasped into the receiver.
"Nope sorry this is 411, information"
There was a soft click as the operator hung up. Gerald banged his head against the cold glass of the dingy diners payphone.
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Archer_Silverhawk Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 11:22 pm
A bird stuck the plate glass an instant later, dead; and he could see in the distance were his pursuers, they had caught onto his trail.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 11:39 pm
with s sudden spurt of quick thinking he dashes from the booth and vaults over the cafe counter, popping up a secton later in a blonde wig, marilyn mole and painfully obvious mixing bowl breasts. The perfect disguise.
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Archer_Silverhawk Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 1:22 am
Unfortunately, Gerald was soon hounded into a mass of several other Marylin Monroe look alikes, and was hastily thrown into a parade of sorts.
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