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Post by katina2nd on May 21, 2008 20:27:09 GMT -6
need to find a way to wake myself, I thought. The umbrella handle contained a deceptively simple surgical appliance; afterall what's good enough for him must surely be appropriate for ......
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Post by Phalon on May 24, 2008 8:03:09 GMT -6
Once upon a time, in the imagination of an inventor of deceptively simple surgical appliances, it came to pass that I found myself under his umbrella, waiting at the bus-stop. Had I known at the time that it was going to be a long slide through his stormy daydream, I would have centered my thoughts in an altogether different direction. Hindsight is twenty/twenty, so glancing over my shoulder, I took a deep breath, held my umbrella tightly, and sought the only refuge possible - straight up into the air. In Mary Poppins-fashion, I flew away to a land in a large bright green, orange and purple technicolor dreamcoat. As I sailed dreamily along my mind wandered back to the place I belong.
I need to find a way to wake myself, I thought. The umbrella handle contained a deceptively simple surgical appliance; afterall what's good enough for him must surely be appropriate for an escape from his dream.
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Post by moonglum on May 25, 2008 16:23:51 GMT -6
Once upon a time, in the imagination of an inventor of deceptively simple surgical appliances, it came to pass that I found myself under his umbrella, waiting at the bus-stop. Had I known at the time that it was going to be a long slide through his stormy daydream, I would have centered my thoughts in an altogether different direction. Hindsight is twenty/twenty, so glancing over my shoulder, I took a deep breath, held my umbrella tightly, and sought the only refuge possible - straight up into the air. In Mary Poppins-fashion, I flew away to a land in a large bright green, orange and purple technicolor dreamcoat. As I sailed dreamily along my mind wandered back to the place I belong.
I need to find a way to wake myself, I thought. The umbrella handle contained a deceptively simple surgical appliance; afterall what's good enough for him must surely be appropriate for an escape from his dream. Tangled in dreams, he must....
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Post by Zena on May 26, 2008 19:01:22 GMT -6
Once upon a time, in the imagination of an inventor of deceptively simple surgical appliances, it came to pass that I found myself under his umbrella, waiting at the bus-stop. Had I known at the time that it was going to be a long slide through his stormy daydream, I would have centered my thoughts in an altogether different direction. Hindsight is twenty/twenty, so glancing over my shoulder, I took a deep breath, held my umbrella tightly, and sought the only refuge possible - straight up into the air. In Mary Poppins-fashion, I flew away to a land in a large bright green, orange and purple technicolor dreamcoat. As I sailed dreamily along my mind wandered back to the place I belong.
I need to find a way to wake myself, I thought. The umbrella handle contained a deceptively simple surgical appliance; afterall what's good enough for him must surely be appropriate for an escape from his dream. Tangled in dreams, he must have invented something which would...
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Post by Phalon on May 29, 2008 3:38:16 GMT -6
Once upon a time, in the imagination of an inventor of deceptively simple surgical appliances, it came to pass that I found myself under his umbrella, waiting at the bus-stop. Had I known at the time that it was going to be a long slide through his stormy daydream, I would have centered my thoughts in an altogether different direction. Hindsight is twenty/twenty, so glancing over my shoulder, I took a deep breath, held my umbrella tightly, and sought the only refuge possible - straight up into the air. In Mary Poppins-fashion, I flew away to a land in a large bright green, orange and purple technicolor dreamcoat. As I sailed dreamily along my mind wandered back to the place I belong.
I need to find a way to wake myself, I thought. The umbrella handle contained a deceptively simple surgical appliance; afterall what's good enough for him must surely be appropriate for an escape from his dream. Tangled in dreams, he must have invented something which would painlessly, but surgically remove me....
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Post by katina2nd on May 30, 2008 21:31:25 GMT -6
Once upon a time, in the imagination of an inventor of deceptively simple surgical appliances, it came to pass that I found myself under his umbrella, waiting at the bus-stop. Had I known at the time that it was going to be a long slide through his stormy daydream, I would have centered my thoughts in an altogether different direction. Hindsight is twenty/twenty, so glancing over my shoulder, I took a deep breath, held my umbrella tightly, and sought the only refuge possible - straight up into the air. In Mary Poppins-fashion, I flew away to a land in a large bright green, orange and purple technicolor dreamcoat. As I sailed dreamily along my mind wandered back to the place I belong.
I need to find a way to wake myself, I thought. The umbrella handle contained a deceptively simple surgical appliance; afterall what's good enough for him must surely be appropriate for an escape from his dream. Tangled in dreams, he must have invented something which would painlessly, but surgically remove me from the labyrinthine confines of .........
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Post by Phalon on Jun 8, 2008 6:41:02 GMT -6
Once upon a time, in the imagination of an inventor of deceptively simple surgical appliances, it came to pass that I found myself under his umbrella, waiting at the bus-stop. Had I known at the time that it was going to be a long slide through his stormy daydream, I would have centered my thoughts in an altogether different direction. Hindsight is twenty/twenty, so glancing over my shoulder, I took a deep breath, held my umbrella tightly, and sought the only refuge possible - straight up into the air. In Mary Poppins-fashion, I flew away to a land in a large bright green, orange and purple technicolor dreamcoat. As I sailed dreamily along my mind wandered back to the place I belong.
I need to find a way to wake myself, I thought. The umbrella handle contained a deceptively simple surgical appliance; afterall what's good enough for him must surely be appropriate for an escape from his dream. Tangled in dreams, he must have invented something which would painlessly, but surgically remove me from the labyrinthine confines of this quickly turning into hellish....
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Post by moonglum on Jun 8, 2008 14:35:31 GMT -6
Once upon a time, in the imagination of an inventor of deceptively simple surgical appliances, it came to pass that I found myself under his umbrella, waiting at the bus-stop. Had I known at the time that it was going to be a long slide through his stormy daydream, I would have centered my thoughts in an altogether different direction. Hindsight is twenty/twenty, so glancing over my shoulder, I took a deep breath, held my umbrella tightly, and sought the only refuge possible - straight up into the air. In Mary Poppins-fashion, I flew away to a land in a large bright green, orange and purple technicolor dreamcoat. As I sailed dreamily along my mind wandered back to the place I belong.
I need to find a way to wake myself, I thought. The umbrella handle contained a deceptively simple surgical appliance; afterall what's good enough for him must surely be appropriate for an escape from his dream. Tangled in dreams, he must have invented something which would painlessly, but surgically remove me from the labyrinthine confines of this quickly turning into hellish black, nightmare of a day.
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Post by katina2nd on Jun 8, 2008 22:09:45 GMT -6
Once upon a time, in the imagination of an inventor of deceptively simple surgical appliances, it came to pass that I found myself under his umbrella, waiting at the bus-stop. Had I known at the time that it was going to be a long slide through his stormy daydream, I would have centered my thoughts in an altogether different direction. Hindsight is twenty/twenty, so glancing over my shoulder, I took a deep breath, held my umbrella tightly, and sought the only refuge possible - straight up into the air. In Mary Poppins-fashion, I flew away to a land in a large bright green, orange and purple technicolor dreamcoat. As I sailed dreamily along my mind wandered back to the place I belong.
I need to find a way to wake myself, I thought. The umbrella handle contained a deceptively simple surgical appliance; afterall what's good enough for him must surely be appropriate for an escape from his dream. Tangled in dreams, he must have invented something which would painlessly, but surgically remove me from the labyrinthine confines of this quickly turning into hellish black, nightmare of a day.
In trembling anticipation I reached .......
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Post by Mini Mia on Jan 7, 2009 17:30:37 GMT -6
NEW Rules:- You can only add up to 100 words to the story at one time. (That doesn't mean you can't repost the entire story/paragraph from the thread above yours; then adding your 100 words to the end.)
- There is no limit to this story. In other words, members can end it wherever they wish and then start a whole new story ... or create chapter breaks, head hop, etc. (I got this idea after clicking on one of the Google headers above, and checking out: StoryGaps. I thought redefining the rules would keep this game from being discarded after a while.)
- Use first person pronouns for the main character. This will solve the he/she problem. And both sexes can add to the story without gender bending. (To a certain extent I guess. So try to stay clear of classifying the gender.)
No penalty for breaking the rules, but you could be bending genders and warping minds. 
Once upon a time, in the imagination of an inventor of deceptively simple surgical appliances, it came to pass that I found myself under his umbrella, waiting at the bus-stop. Had I known at the time that it was going to be a long slide through his stormy daydream, I would have centered my thoughts in an altogether different direction. Hindsight is twenty/twenty, so glancing over my shoulder, I took a deep breath, held my umbrella tightly, and sought the only refuge possible - straight up into the air. In Mary Poppins-fashion, I flew away to a land in a large bright green, orange and purple technicolor dreamcoat. As I sailed dreamily along my mind wandered back to the place I belong.
I need to find a way to wake myself, I thought. The umbrella handle contained a deceptively simple surgical appliance; afterall what's good enough for him must surely be appropriate for an escape from his dream. Tangled in dreams, he must have invented something which would painlessly, but surgically remove me from the labyrinthine confines of this quickly turning into hellish black, nightmare of a day.
In trembling anticipation I reached .......
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NOTE: If you'd rather not use what you've been working on so far, you can drop it and start a new story.
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