Post by: Otherguy Overby on January 11, 2006, 10:11:31 AM
The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth. "Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. "The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached." The following was actually turned in by two of his English students, Rebecca and Gary.
THE STORY:
First paragraph by Rebecca:
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.
Second paragraph by Gary:
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A. S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established.. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
Rebecca:
He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel",
Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her.
"Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.
Gary:
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mother ship launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the Congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien
empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"
Rebecca:
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.
Gary:
Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F--KING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm such an air-headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!"
Rebecca:
ahole.
Gary:
Bitch
Rebecca:
F__K YOU -- YOU NEANDERTHAL!
Gary:
Go drink some tea -- whore.
TEACHER:
A+ -- I really liked this one
Post by: zahc on January 11, 2006, 09:50:01 PM
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Post by: Nathaniel Firethorn on January 12, 2006, 08:31:46 AM
- NF
Post by: griz on January 12, 2006, 08:40:45 AM
Tactical Ted sat at his computer screen and dreamed of the day when the SHTF and the he would be forced to survive. In anticipation he had stockpiled an extra twelve cases of 9mm ammo and a gallon of fresh water. He was ready for anything.
Your turn:
Post by: wmenorr67 on January 12, 2006, 08:52:33 AM
Next.
Post by: cosine on January 12, 2006, 08:59:35 AM
Keep going.
Post by: Otherguy Overby on January 12, 2006, 09:17:58 AM
Quote from: cosine
However, as Tactical Ted reasoned, he got more bang for his buck with 9mm, thus leaving him able to afford the neccesary gallon of fresh water.
Keep going.
Morphing is cool! Keep going.
Post by: grampster on January 12, 2006, 09:59:28 AM
He thought..."I know what 9mm is good for", as he slid one round into his Walther P99. Again, he looked around the room. All his plans, his hopes, his dreams, shattered in that one moment of weakness when he purchased these misbegotten rounds.
He slid the pistol into his mouth, sighed deeply and pulled the trigger........
Post by: Nathaniel Firethorn on January 12, 2006, 10:08:44 AM
"Durn it!" Tactical Ted fumed. "I knew I should have bought the Glock!"
Ted's suicidal musing was interrupted by a loud WHUP-WHUP-WHUP....
Post by: zahc on January 12, 2006, 10:39:10 AM
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Post by: matis on January 12, 2006, 02:13:52 PM
"Guns, vests and balaclavas they have," he chortled, "but gubmint employees they remain at heart."
Planting his remaining C4 in the hidden crevices he had earlier prepared at the entrance, he left the tattle-tale Walther in the planter, halfway back the hallway to his strong-room.
Then, retrieving the CZ52 he'd picked up on a whim...
matis
Post by: RadioFreeSeaLab on January 12, 2006, 02:46:31 PM
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Post by: Otherguy Overby on January 13, 2006, 08:49:36 AM
Ted's Spanish was good enough to ask a local or two to guide him to a "good" dentist. Ted tipped the local and entered the office. There were several people there waiting. After waiting a little more than two hours, he was guided into the room with the chair. He sat down, the assistant covered him with a white sheet. Covered by the sheet, Ted pulled his double stack 1911 from concealment and held it in his right hand under the sheet. The dentist soon came in and asked in excellent english what was needed. Ted replied just a check up and cleaning was all.
The work was soon in progress, and all was well. A few minutes more and it would be done. Unoticed by the dentist and his assistant, another entered the room behind them...
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Post by: Brad Johnson on January 13, 2006, 02:44:59 PM
At a small cafe in Guthrie, TX, a well-attired man wolfed down a plate of gravy and biscuits, all the while sneaking glances out the side window...
Post by: bermbuster on January 13, 2006, 04:41:14 PM
She sat across the booth from him and leaned forward. He was sure his heart had stopped. She spoke softly but in a very deep voice, "I am your contact here in Guthrie. My name is George but you should call me Gigi."
Post by: grampster on January 13, 2006, 07:32:40 PM
Post by: Nathaniel Firethorn on January 14, 2006, 06:29:59 AM
"I have my '48 Hudson in the parking lot..."
"I meant the information about Tactical Ted and the plans for the cold fusion bomb. Let me see the money first."
Post by: grampster on January 14, 2006, 11:37:11 AM
Suddenly, with a horrific crash the entire front of the cantina shattered, scattering people and contents into a dusty maelstrom of chaos....
Post by: Nathaniel Firethorn on January 15, 2006, 05:26:48 AM
"Combined Hoploidal Advance Mobile Operational Munitions Interdiction Logistical Enterprise," the figure growled.
Gigi cooly picked a lit cigarette from the wreckage covering the bar and blew smoke directly in the figure's face. "C.H.A.M.O.M.I.L.E. I knew it had to be you. What now?"
"First, the plans for the cold fusion bomb. Second, the whereabouts of Tactical Ted. Third, your phone number. And fourth," he growled, unclipping a Noritake from his duty belt, "a cup of Red Zinger, ONE sugar, NO milk."
Post by: Brad Johnson on March 21, 2006, 11:47:35 AM
Post by: DrAmazon on March 21, 2006, 12:19:31 PM
Her degrees (summa cum laude) in Foreign Policy and Chinese had attracted the interest of the CIA, but it was her good looks and deadly accuracy with a pistol that got her reassigned to "The Unit".
Post by: Nathaniel Firethorn on March 21, 2006, 12:54:44 PM
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"MRRRRRRFFF GRRRRRRT TRRR FFFFFRRRRRD VVVVEEEEEVVVVVEEEEEE!!!"
"I'm sorry, Mister Tactical Ted, or whatever's the monicker you're using this week. You're about as intelligable as Alan Greenspan on Purple Owsley right now. But I can fix you right up. Would you like your bicuspids back?" Fred chomped his cigar and held out a plastic bag, which Ted had no way of accepting, as he was duct-taped to a saguaro cactus.
"WRRRRRR IFFFFFF VVVVVVVEEEEEEVVVVVVEEEEEE?"
"You say you want some green tea? No can do. All we have here is cactus juice, and in any case we're all out of milk and the dog peed on the sugar. But I can offer you some 9mm rounds that you might be able to use place of your molars. For a chomp or two, anyway -- careful about biting down on them primers."
"NRRRRRRR! VVVVVVEEEEE VVVVVEEEEEE!!!!"
"Oh, Gigi. The JBTs have her under control. We don't really need to discuss her right now. Why don't you tell me all about Project Teotwawki instead?"
- NF
Post by: Mabs2 on March 21, 2006, 12:58:13 PM
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