Wendy O WilliamsShe raced to the kitchen for two small glass bowls. Minutes later, in front of her mirror, puzzling, attempting to remember....how ..did....she get...these things to....stay? She runs back to the kitchen and grabs the duct tape. Eat your heart out, Plasmatics, she thought and gave a little jiggle! Ready for HNT!
OK, leave me a 55 word fiction in my comments, or on your own blog, but let me know you've played! Have fun!
14 comments:
woohoo..our lil punk.
For my 55 head here
Heh heh, good stuff.
I like it!
I posted my 55 on my blog this week.
mine's on my blog..
its a sad one this week. But, something thats been on my mind.
I think I may write two.. hehe
something more fun.
crap, where's my head...
forgot to say that I really liked your 55! woohoo playin on HNT with duct tape haha thats hawt!
The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
The cliffs towered above me a good five thousand feet. The sun was not quite upon them and they loomed a dull yellow in their own shade. Here and there they were broken with streaks and patches of dusky red, green, and occasional areas of white quartz.
Altogether they were very beautiful, but I fear that I did not regard them with a particularly appreciative eye on this, my first inspection of them.
Just then I was absorbed in them only as a medium of escape, and so, as my gaze ran quickly, time and again, over their vast expanse in search of some cranny or crevice.
Love it!!! I am a huge fan of duct tape - lol!! I played too!!
I was about to leave the church steps when Pastor Hughes took my arm and lead me into his office. "She may not be here, son . . . ever." He had listened to my story of the Elusive Angel that haunts my dreams repeatedly over the last few months, as had everyone else I knew. "Then where?" I asked. But my voice held no conviction, only exhaustion. My question to him now varied not one iota from before, "Where do angels live?" But this time his advice did not default to scriptured protocal. He said, "Have you tried Southwind Marina. Isn't that where your father's boat is docked?" And I knew immediately he was right. "Yes" I said, "the marina!"
Stichomancy is actually an ancient form of divination, where you ask a question and open a book to a random page. (If it's the Bible, it's "bibliomancy.") If you click HERE, there is a machine that does it automatically. It is kind of a cool toy.
(I gotta admit, I cheated and that's what I did and just cut and pasted it!)
I'm confused! Explain it to me!
shit! it's friday already
not really wanting to be there then i saw them wheel in that beautiful silver tank, ahh ... Breath in and out deeply.. slowly out of the nose. the slight lifting sensation of my feet, legs off the chair slowly,eyes unfocus, slight smile breathing that sweet yet acidic smell.the best $39 i ever spent.
Hmm duct tape, amazing stuff, keeps the universe from unravelling, good for taping trogs bedroom doors shut (until they tidy the room) holds exhaust pipes on, covers cracks in the walls, sticks stuff to other stuff, comes in a pretty silver colour, I'm off to the hardware store to buy some, see you all later!!!
The sun shines down on the water, a deep green hue seen only in nature. The buzz of dragonflies swarming in and out between the reeds soothes him. Nature's drag racers speed off as earthworms roll over in their warm, dirt blankets, aerating soil. He thinks to himself: "Today is a good day to die."
Sorry it's so late I put your beer in the keg today Suze. It holds great promise. Talk to you later and have a good weekend.
TG
house of one armed lime...you are SO bad!! LmaO
tc
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