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| | From: bubblerapt (Original Message) | Sent: 11/5/2003 12:01 AM |
Hi thought I'd start a new game, title chosen by femme, thanx femme. object is to continue the story, so go ahead and add to it, have fun. She peered out of the window, only briefly but long enough to remind her self of how grim things looked. She went back to the comfort of her bed, only it wasn’t comforting, far from it. Apart from the physical uncomfort of the lumps and bumps that where trying so hard to be a mattress, it was the emotional discomfort that weighed down on her as though the air its self had gained weight, eaten to many pies and become obese pressing its fat blubber down upon her in a suffocating manner. The bed was some how bigger, exaggerating the fact that it lacked another body, so much space, so empty, sheets reeking of loneliness, far to many over plump pillows for one. In her mind it was obvious that the pillows had joined in the feast with the air and eaten all the doughnuts, how elsewhere they so large. Her mind was full of endless chatter. God would it ever shut up, like one of those annoying jibber jabbers bought for a child by some thoughtless person who didn’t have kids themselves, the kind of person that give kids a bag of jelly beans and then escape just as the eeeeees kick in. At that moment her mind felt like it had over dosed on a large bag of giant jelly beans. She lay there feeling like the princess and the pea knowing that there would be no handsome prince to save her, which was a huge relief since she had come to the conclusion she was gay. Maybe the maid could save me, its worst than I thought, talking to myself about fairy stories, just shut up and let me sleep. Trying to quiet her mind was getting harder; it refused to switch off resulting in many sleepless nights and near madness. She new she wasn’t mad, at least that’s what she kept telling her self in between discussing whether talking to her self was a sign of madness, besides some one would tell her if she was going mad, wouldn’t they? <o:p>Thanx</o:p> <o:p>Bubblerapt x</o:p> |
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((Hey, Suzie! You still in?)) |
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((Meanwhile... in a parallel dimension 300 years into the future; due to the incalculable effects of an otherwise innate wormhole...)) lmao...that's one way of completely changing the story line.....it's okay no-one'll notice .....littlemiss |
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I'm not a science fiction fan but I'll try my best...I'll have to have a think lol! |
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((Well, I'm out. I think people are insanely bored with this, if the vote page is anything to go on. All yours, Suzie)). |
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It's not a competition Cuddles... Suzie x |
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The meadow was vast. I could see her in the distance. Her long brown hair stroking her slighty pinkish complexion. Her legs swinging from side to side as though she did'nt have a care in the world. Her feet soaking in a bubbling stream. Ocassionally she would flick her hair to one side and my heart would miss a beat. Carol Jenkinson had just moved to the village. She was a Primary School teacher working with children with Special needs. She lived alone in a small house just outside the village. A house that had once been owned by the local vicar. Since she had moved to the village she had kept herself segrated from the local people. Her private life a mystery. Do you fancy changing the storyline Cuddles? I did'nt know were to start with the Sci fi story. Suzie x |
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her private life a mystery.... the old vicar had left suddenly, not a word to anyone, and that just didnt add up. but carol was just so sweet, so polite, no one would ever have thought to question her about it. and now, watching her in the sun, she was so very beautiful. feeling a little guilty, i skirted the hedges, hoping she wouldn't see me, so that i could spend a little longer just admiring her, watching as she lazily stood, then stretched her arms upward, and then everything suddenly changed, it was like the sun winked out, it went very cold. carol started to turn, slowly, around and around, arms still raised high. i could hear her singing, or chanting, a horrible dark sound. it was like she was drawing all the light, the life, from all around, straight into her. frozen to the spot, feeling quite ill, i watched in horror as carols form wavered between the beautiful young woman, and a dark black mass of some terrifying creature.. what was she? was i dreaming? in the blink of an eye, it all stopped. feeling faint, sick, and confused i rubbed at my face, and when i looked up, there was the normal carol, staring back at me, just staring. i still couldn't move, still couldn't make sense of what i'd seen, then she smiled and waved "hi there, what a lovelly day, the waters lovelly, so refreshing, join me?" my mind racing? what should i do? |
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....and so i joined her....and you know what?? it was just like the movies....and then someone said "action"....so i nudged her and said,..."see?... i told you... its just like the movies!"... it went straight to video.. |
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'My imagination must be playing tricks with me', I thought. I had been working extra hours at work and I had been feeling very tired. I slowly approached Carol still trembling in fear at my vision. "Hello", I mumbled still in shock. I slowly approached her. "So how are you settling in"? I enquired. "Fine thankyou", "I'm sorry if I've been a bit anti-social since moving here, I'm just trying to settle into the house". "By the way my name is Carol and your name is"? I decided the vision must have been a figment of my imagination. "My name is Joanne", "Nice to meet you". She looked into my eyes almost penetrating my soul. I suddenley started to feel uncomfortable as though a force of some kind was draining my energy. "Are you okay?" Carol enquired a glint of evil twinkled in her eye..."I don't know I suddenley feel quite ill", I responded. "I only live across the meadow come back to the house and I'll make you something to drink"....... |
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.....and so the drink was made...the only thing left in her fridge was milk, "Oh!! just the drink for an upset stomach !" she thought..so she heated the milk for Joanne and soon she was feeling much better.. "gosh!!!" said Joanne, " i feel better already!" the rehearsal for this advert was going better than the movie they had made together in post number 129.... |
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....and so Carol and Joanne decided to bake scones! as Carols great aunt was once in the WI ,that great british institute ! "now" said Carol...."if only I could find my Aunt Floras special recipe for scones?".....! Joanne and Carol searched everywhere........ |
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| ....and so Carol and Joanne decided to bake scones! as Carols great aunt was once in the WI ,that great british institute ! "now" said Carol...."if only I could find my Aunt Floras special recipe for scones?".....! Joanne and Carol searched everywhere........ | | |
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.....and the search went on....... |
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.....So Carol and Joanne both collapsed on the sofa and Carol went through the seat!... ..the recipe for the scones flew out beneath her and it flew across the room and out through the window...... |
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