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Um...
Ooh! There's an idea.
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um...
something. I think.
Um...
Ooh! There's an idea.
Just for the fun of it, I'd like to see what happens when my writer-heavy readership takes a stab at telling a story a comment at a time. So, comment to the post, with a story (which is to say, bits thereof). Or multiple stories. And feel free to add extra threads if you want the story or stories to go somewhere else, because that could be fun.
The only rule is this: you're not allowed to reply to your own comments.
Keep in mind that EllJay comments can be fairly big, so this isn't one of those single-sentence things.
[[ETA: Some comments may be screened to make visible as many storycomments as possible. If you take it personally, I'll steal your nose.]]
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Date: 2006-03-15 11:51 am (UTC)The flashback ended when she heard one of the men light a cigarette and carelessly toss the match away, in the general direction of Fire's bucket.
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Date: 2006-03-15 11:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-15 02:20 pm (UTC)"Shall we call the glue factory?", said another.
"Nothing to do but shoot it, now", said the third and pulled out a Magnum 45. "I mean, we can't just stand around, waiting for it to--"
Fire whinnied spasmodically, and reached out with his hind legs.
"--kick the bucket!", finished the man.
The hooves connected with the rim of the container full of whiskey, which teetered, then fell over, spilling over the still-glowing match.
"WHOOOSH", said the three men's clothes as they ignited.