By: fallcon1
16/09/2008
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copy and paste the story to your message then ad your paragraph..try to keep it to 1 or 2 paragraphs..K
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The clicking sound of the indicator pulls me back to the present. a quick look at the dash board clock shows how late i am. "dammit" i exclaim out loud, i knew i shouldnt have stopped for that coffee!. Paul holmes is chatting with helen clark on the radio ,he always puts her on the spot. Ahh, there we go, green light. the car moves through the intersection with an easy turn past the queing traffic. |
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By: nana_mac@rocketmail.com
16/09/2008
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The clicking sound of the indicator pulls me back to the present. a quick look at the dash board clock shows how late i am. "dammit" i exclaim out loud, i knew i shouldnt have stopped for that coffee!. Paul holmes is chatting with helen clark on the radio ,he always puts her on the spot. Ahh, there we go, green light. the car moves through the intersection with an easy turn past the queing traffic.
That's when I saw the fire engines and ambulances. A large crowd had gathered outside a smouldering house, some comforting a weeping woman. She was my wife and the house belonged to me. |
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By: kiri_jns
16/09/2008
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The clicking sound of the indicator pulls me back to the present. a quick look at the dash board clock shows how late i am. "dammit" i exclaim out loud, i knew i shouldnt have stopped for that coffee!. Paul holmes is chatting with helen clark on the radio ,he always puts her on the spot. Ahh, there we go, green light. the car moves through the intersection with an easy turn past the queing traffic.
That's when I saw the fire engines and ambulances. A large crowd had gathered outside a smouldering house, some comforting a weeping woman. She was my wife and the house belonged to me.
As I screeched to a halt I found my self choked up with overwhelming grief. Grief because my home had been in my family for 2 generations, and grief because my wife had survived. I had arranged for my wife to be set on fire in her car, not the house. How could this of gone so wrong. |
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By: guyz@xtra.co.nz
16/09/2008
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The clicking sound of the indicator pulls me back to the present. a quick look at the dash board clock shows how late i am. "dammit" i exclaim out loud, i knew i shouldnt have stopped for that coffee!. Paul holmes is chatting with helen clark on the radio ,he always puts her on the spot. Ahh, there we go, green light. the car moves through the intersection with an easy turn past the queing traffic.
That's when I saw the fire engines and ambulances. A large crowd had gathered outside a smouldering house, some comforting a weeping woman. She was my wife and the house belonged to me.
As I screeched to a halt I found my self choked up with overwhelming grief. Grief because my home had been in my family for 2 generations, and grief because my wife had survived. I had arranged for my wife to be set on fire in her car, not the house. How could this of gone so wrong.
the faint sound of a ringing bell grew louder and louder. With what seemed like an explosion and fusion of sureal emotion i sat bolt upright.taking a gasp of air i turn and through heavy eyes spotted the reason for this rude and abrupt awakening..my arm reached out and fell on that infernal alarm clock..yawning i stand from the bed wondering what the heck that dream was about..heck i,m not eve married!! |
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By: paerina
16/09/2008
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The clicking sound of the indicator pulls me back to the present. a quick look at the dash board clock shows how late I am. "dammit" I exclaim out loud, I knew I shouldn’t have stopped for that coffee! Paul Holmes is chatting with Helen Clark on the radio; he always puts her on the spot. Ahh, there we go, green light. the car moves through the intersection with an easy turn past the queuing traffic.
That's when I saw the fire engines and ambulances. A large crowd had gathered outside a smouldering house, some comforting a weeping woman. She was my wife and the house belonged to me.
As I screeched to a halt I found myself choked up with overwhelming grief. Grief because my home had been in my family for 2 generations, and grief because my wife had survived. I had arranged for my wife to be set on fire in her car, not the house. How could this of gone so wrong.
The faint sound of a ringing bell grew louder and louder. With what seemed like an explosion and fusion of surreal emotion I sat bolt upright. taking a gasp of air I turn and through heavy eyes spotted the reason for this rude and abrupt awakening. My arm reached out and fell on that infernal alarm clock. Yawning I stand from the bed wondering what the heck that dream was about. Heck I’m not even married!!
With a mixture of fear and relief that it was only a dream, I couldn’t stop wondering what it all meant. Who was the steely-eyed stranger planning what could only be a cold blooded murder? The ear-piercing shrill of my door bell ended my reverie. A burly bloke who had an uncanny resemblance to Kojak wearing a blazing green florescent vest over his distinctive police uniform stood there. The faint sounds of squawking two-way radios just outside my sight range indicated there were others wandering about. Is your name Charlie Stubbs? he asked. “Yeah what of it? I aint done nuthin wrongâ€. “We have a warrant to search these premises. A cache of weapons have been stolen from the military base, ... |
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By: lorrinoz
17/09/2008
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With a mixture of fear and relief that it was only a dream, I couldn�t stop wondering what it all meant. Who was the steely-eyed stranger planning what could only be a cold blooded murder? The ear-piercing shrill of my door bell ended my reverie. A burly bloke who had an uncanny resemblance to Kojak wearing a blazing green florescent vest over his distinctive police uniform stood there. The faint sounds of squawking two-way radios just outside my sight range indicated there were others wandering about. Is your name Charlie Stubbs? he asked. �Yeah what of it? I aint done nuthin wrong�. �We have a warrant to search these premises. A cache of weapons have been stolen from the military base, ...
Huh! I don't get it. What the hell are you looking at me for? Why am I a suspect? Look I know I have a bit of a rep out there, but honestly officer, its just a fantasy, a story I make up about myself to try and look like a big hero. I'm really just a woosie, I wouldn't have the guts nor brains to break into a lolly jar, let alone a military base. You got the the wrong guy!
We're not interested in any of your excuses Stubbs, get out of the way and let us do our job. |
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By: ctawharu
17/09/2008
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With a mixture of fear and relief that it was only a dream, I couldn�t stop wondering what it all meant. Who was the steely-eyed stranger planning what could only be a cold blooded murder? The ear-piercing shrill of my door bell ended my reverie. A burly bloke who had an uncanny resemblance to Kojak wearing a blazing green florescent vest over his distinctive police uniform stood there. The faint sounds of squawking two-way radios just outside my sight range indicated there were others wandering about. Is your name Charlie Stubbs? he asked. �Yeah what of it? I aint done nuthin wrong�. �We have a warrant to search these premises. A cache of weapons have been stolen from the military base, ...
Huh! I don't get it. What the hell are you looking at me for? Why am I a suspect? Look I know I have a bit of a rep out there, but honestly officer, its just a fantasy, a story I make up about myself to try and look like a big hero. I'm really just a woosie, I wouldn't have the guts nor brains to break into a lolly jar, let alone a military base. You got the the wrong guy!
We're not interested in any of your excuses Stubbs, get out of the way and let us do our job.
Stubbs lets him in determined to see this thru to it's bitter conclusion.
Following the badly dressed policeman is a burly bloke with a breifcase.He places it on the table, turns it and opens it slowly.
Stubbs turns his attention back to the green vested one. He is looking pensive.From behind Stubbs a clicking sound, he reels to see what weapon has made the noise...then music, damn house music, blasts it's way out of the case.
Stumbling back towards the other he turns and sees the policeman starting to strip...
Stubbs cries out " |
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By: nana_mac@rocketmail.com
17/09/2008
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With a mixture of fear and relief that it was only a dream, I couldnÃ�¢ï¿Â ½Ã¯Â¿Â½t stop wondering what it all meant. Who was the steely-eyed stranger planning what could only be a cold blooded murder? The ear-piercing shrill of my door bell ended my reverie. A burly bloke who had an uncanny resemblance to Kojak wearing a blazing green florescent vest over his distinctive police uniform stood there. The faint sounds of squawking two-way radios just outside my sight range indicated there were others wandering about. Is your name Charlie Stubbs? he asked. �¢ï¿½ï ¿½Yeah what of it? I aint done nuthin wrong�¢ï¿ ½ÃƒÂ¯Ã‚¿Â½. �¢ï¿½ï ¿½We have a warrant to search these premises. A cache of weapons have been stolen from the military base, ...
Huh! I don't get it. What the hell are you looking at me for? Why am I a suspect? Look I know I have a bit of a rep out there, but honestly officer, its just a fantasy, a story I make up about myself to try and look like a big hero. I'm really just a woosie, I wouldn't have the guts nor brains to break into a lolly jar, let alone a military base. You got the the wrong guy!
We're not interested in any of your excuses Stubbs, get out of the way and let us do our job.
Stubbs lets him in determined to see this thru to it's bitter conclusion.
Following the badly dressed policeman is a burly bloke with a breifcase.He places it on the table, turns it and opens it slowly.
Stubbs turns his attention back to the green vested one. He is looking pensive.From behind Stubbs a clicking sound, he reels to see what weapon has made the noise...then music, damn house music, blasts it's way out of the case.
Stumbling back towards the other he turns and sees the policeman starting to strip...
Stubbs cries out "
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By: fallcon1
17/09/2008
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the striper acting as a policeman suddenly stops. the look of horror and fear crawls across his face ,revealing an image of a deathly pawl. his eyes watering, a tick twitches on his left cheek. his hands holding his green jacket falls to his side. stubs smile fades as he suddenly realises that something serious ,something powerful enough to bring a sudden deathly chill to the room.
a gasp is heard, stubs spins to the sound and there stands Nana Mac. The Nana Mac, Nana Mac of legend and infamous in the underworld of under wear sales. |
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By: charlie_studd
17/09/2008
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and they all live happily ever after.
The end. |
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By: glasspida
17/09/2008
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and they all lived happliy ever after.
The End
Until....
Nana Mac wanted a virtual cuppa and sausage roll, with tomato sauce and a serviette... |
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By: fallcon1
17/09/2008
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| and its at that time that charlie studds walks in tomatoe sauce in one hand and a weaner sausage in the other |
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By: glasspida
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and its at that time that charlie studds walks in tomatoe sauce in one hand and a weaner sausage in the other...
Nana Mac sniffs the air, a familiar scent, a favourable one at that...her eyes, steely, hone in on wee Mr Stubbs...she inhales, exhales, inhales again and in one flying leap...pounces |
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By: jamie.kojak@xtra.co.nz
17/09/2008
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Nana Mac sniffs the air, a familiar scent, a favourable one at that...her eyes, steely, hone in on wee Mr Stubbs...she inhales, exhales, inhales again and in one flying leap...pounces
tomato sauce goes flying...as Nana Mac grabs Charlies weaner...stuffing it into her mouth.. |
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By: glasspida
17/09/2008
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Nana Mac sniffs the air, a familiar scent, a favourable one at that...her eyes, steely, hone in on wee Mr Stubbs...she inhales, exhales, inhales again and in one flying leap...pounces
tomato sauce goes flying...as Nana Mac grabs Charlies weaner...stuffing it into her mouth..
(oh shyte I think I need to set this straight - poor Nana will never forgive me otherwise)...
Charlie frightened, cowers in the corner, trembling, whimpering...Nana says, that aint a patch on the ole cookies I used to eat...spits out her mouthful and heads to the virtual bakery... |
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By: charlie_studd
17/09/2008
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Nana mac and Glasspida start attacking Charlie, arching back there arms and letting rip in full flight, landing manly blows.The first hit Charlie temple, the second cupping in just under the left eyes and severing the tear duct to the nasal passage.From behind Lorrin and Fallon came upon the pandemonium and lay into Charlie back.Lorrin driving his knee up into Charlie ribs as all hell broke loose.
The gang attack lasted for twenty minutes as the men try to subdue charlie there punches losing weight as the air draws thin into them.
The men relived them semselves, sensing charlie was of no consequences, from the vicious onslaught to catch there breathe inhale deeply like newborn lambs gasping for their first draw off the new spring air.
But charlie In a fit of animal rage, baying for blooding, and yet able to pin point his directions lookings at one of the men as he draws air deep into his lungs then followed sharply by another has just picked his target, as he lunges forwards launching with all his strength,not concerning the blood running down the inside or his nose nor the lumps and bruises all over his head and body to assault Paerina with all his animal strength. The woman at the bar shrinks and shivers not believing with her own eyes the viciousness with which this new assailant had incurred for the last twenty minutes or so, was now attacking the ringleader, as she almost choke with emotion like nothing she had experienced as the other men still hunched over their knees for air rejoined the fight to inflict damage on charlie once again or so they hoped.
But ole charlie boy had been here before. Once too often in fact and he knew that if he could braces himself and weather the assault while breathing deeply he would start on one of them and keep going til he had knocked him out even if he had to go back into his ball of defend and breath again till the men tired once more then he would attack that same man until there were only four.
She was w ... |
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By: glasspida
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But ole charlie boy had been here before. Once too often in fact and he knew that if he could braces himself and weather the assault while breathing deeply he would start on one of them and keep going til he had knocked him out even if he had to go back into his ball of defend and breath again till the men tired once more then he would attack that same man until there were only four.
She was w ...
She was only trying to get Charlie to stop steeling her sausage rolls, but Charlie kept on doing it. What was it about those sausage rolls that was so special? A secret ingredient perhaps? |
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By: jamie.kojak@xtra.co.nz
17/09/2008
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She was only trying to get Charlie to stop steeling her sausage rolls, but Charlie kept on doing it. What was it about those sausage rolls that was so special? A secret ingredient perhaps?
An aphrodisiac, the magic potion he'd been searching for all his life. There was no way Charlie was going down without a fight. It was his and NOTHING was going to stop him. He was going to keep it! Punch, kick, slam, bite.....BITE????? |
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By: glasspida
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An aphrodisiac, the magic potion he'd been searching for all his life. There was no way Charlie was going down without a fight. It was his and NOTHING was going to stop him. He was going to keep it! Punch, kick, slam, bite.....BITE?????
POW...KAPLONK...BIFF...ha ng on a minute here is Charlie the one? The only? Caped Crusader? Is he really our hero? Here to save the residents of Gotham city? |
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By: paerina
18/09/2008
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An aphrodisiac, the magic potion he'd been searching for all his life. There was no way Charlie was going down without a fight. It was his and NOTHING was going to stop him. He was going to keep it! Punch, kick, slam, bite.....BITE?????
POW...KAPLONK...BIFF...ha ng on a minute here is Charlie the one? The only? Caped Crusader? Is he really our hero? Here to save the residents of Gotham city?
Suddenly the door flew open and Charlie's mother flicked on the light. "You're having your outlandish dreams again Charlie, can hear the ruckus from all the way down the hall. How many times have I told you not to spend so much time on the net? Oh no!!! look at what you've done to Garfy... You've ripped it's head off. And is that blood?????
"Give it a rest Ma, it's only tomato sauce. DON'T GO IN THERE!!! That stuff is all private. Geez ma gimmee some privacy I'm almost 10 years old now. Have you sent that loser Cannonball home yet? Why can't you find yourself a decent bloke with decent prospects instead of the pissants you bring back." "His name is Hannabal and you treat him with a little bit of respect young man. He's a good man when he's sober. Now go to sleep you have school in the morning remember you promised you'd go."
"Yea yea Ma. Piss off. Please.
Now go back to sleep. |
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