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Post by Tiberius on Dec 19, 2002 19:02:07 GMT 10
Since it looks like The Word Game has died of old age, I thought in honour of it, I'd start a new game.
So this is The Story Game. Basically, it's a shared story. One person writes a bit, then the next person writes a bit, and the next person writes another bit, and so on. You don't have to write much, just maybe a paragraph, or a bit more or less. It's up to you. Try and keep the story coherent... well, try, heh.
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I'll start...
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Zack wasn't sure what to do. She'd said to call but it had been a week already. "Was it too late?" he thought as he took a deep breath.
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Post by hawaiianrobot on Dec 19, 2002 19:16:41 GMT 10
No. It was not to late, so Zac picked up the phone and dialed the number slowly.....1800-WET-WET-WET
"Hello My name is Kelly, how can I be of assistance"
Damn. Thought Zac, Latisha did not pick up the phone!
Maybe if I just ask?
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Post by TheAstronaut on Dec 19, 2002 20:05:16 GMT 10
Then a strange broadcast began pounding in his ears.....it was coming from the phone!
They were only pretending they hadn't heard the noise! I was sure....and every noise I made...
Frightened, he dropped the phone, clanking onto the floor.
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Post by larry emdur is my hero! on Dec 19, 2002 20:52:13 GMT 10
"quiet you pervert" came the call echoing from below "i'm trying to watch my shows". Mrs Johnson was always quick to complain.
"sorry mrs johnson" he replied as he fumbled with the reciever. It was a relief to hear heavy breathing on the other end of the phone line. His new friend had waited.
"huh..ah..sorry..for the interuption..that was my neighbough" he explained "damn appartment buildings, you can hear everything"
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Post by fathershark on Dec 20, 2002 9:31:17 GMT 10
"that's okay Big Boy", replied Kelly. "I was just thinking about taking a shower.......would you like to join me?"
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Post by singingcirclesaway on Dec 20, 2002 17:42:51 GMT 10
"god no" he said, rather disgusted.
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Post by caelestis on Dec 20, 2002 18:14:07 GMT 10
"ok..." kelly replied. "....wanna get some pizza? "
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Post by loux2 on Dec 20, 2002 20:26:44 GMT 10
"Alright" Zack replied.
They organised a place to meet, the new pizza place on the corner of Elm St, and he hastily put his pants and top back on.
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Post by hawaiianrobot on Dec 21, 2002 11:00:26 GMT 10
Zack ran two blocks to the pizza place as fast as he could, he could not wait to meet Kelly.
As he sat down at a table outside two gentlemen in back suits walked up to him and said:
"Hello Zack, I am Agent Patrick Fitzgerald, and this is Agent Gerald Fitzpatrick. We have been followin for some time now. We need you to....
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Post by larry emdur is my hero! on Dec 21, 2002 11:10:21 GMT 10
answer one question? Are you over 21 years of age? Great!" they both smiled.
"Have you ever heard of a Visa Advantage plus Clear gold credit card?" Patrick asked. Gerald didn't wait for a reply. "It's the new Gold Clear Visa Card. You'll be amazed at the advantages!"
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Post by hawaiianrobot on Dec 21, 2002 11:20:07 GMT 10
"Ahh no thanx fellas, I'm not interested."
"Well Okay, See you later"
What a way to target customers thought Zack. He sat and waited in vain for Kelly...then he saw her across the street.
"Hey Zack!"
She was beautiful Zack thought, then she got hit by a bus and died and Zack thought she ain't so pretty anymore.
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Post by Tiberius on Dec 21, 2002 12:52:12 GMT 10
Well what a day it had been. Latisha had given Zack the number to a phone sex line instead of her own and then when he was about to meet up with Kelly the girl from the phone sex line, she was killed!
Zack sat there, slumped into himself. No one rushed to help Kelly, mangled in a pool of blood. It was too late. It just wasn't her lucky day, or his for that matter, but he least he wasn't dead.
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Post by larry emdur is my hero! on Dec 21, 2002 13:25:59 GMT 10
Zack always tried to put a positive spin on things. He always thought it to be better to look at the glass half full, not half empty. Having not yet ordered a beverage to observe, it was left to Zack's imagination to conjure up this imaginary half full container - a feat that would require much concerntration.
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Post by hawaiianrobot on Dec 28, 2002 18:24:40 GMT 10
The glass was half full. Things could only get better. Zack decided to walk home. He walked a few blocks until he got home. He opened the door this his apartment and smelt something inviting, and there in his kitchen was...
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Post by WithoutWords on Dec 28, 2002 20:05:16 GMT 10
Latisha, the 6' something swedish babe from the other week.
There she was, in all her nordic glory standing over the stove in his kitchen, her hair loosely tied at the nape of her neck cascading down her back, a few curls escaping to frame her milky skinned face.
"errr hello?", stammerd zack
Latisha replied with a teasing smile.
"I wanted to make it up to you", she said.
"make what up to me?", zack questioned
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