Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 03:45 PM
by: Hatchcrazy
"He masticated again and again."--that is great. I forgot about that word.
MeSlap- thanks, I know it's pretty disjointed but it was fun to write!
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 03:57 PM
by: 042078
He masticated again and again
Read Everything Is Illuminated recently?
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 04:02 PM
by: back_gammon
Hatch, (and everybody) I've been so busy writing I haven't stopped to compliment your work, even though I've been reading it and laughing out loud all the way. Great stuff. The more disjointed the better!
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 04:13 PM
by: back_gammon
...“Yes, that’s right. You have eaten dozens of these special Himalayan poison worms. The only way to avoid dying is to submit to our training and become the secret Kung Fu Master, Shaolin Sawyer, you were meant to be by destiny.” Both voices of Marshall Artz and Darlin’ Beautiful’ came from behind. The eyes of Sawyer watched the cave whirl and go dim. “Why? What….destiny…what.....” “Because the book you have seen, your destiny brings.” Coming around, Sawyer was seated on a large-bottomed patient commode like in nursing homes. Relieving to find, his eyes saw there was a seat belt contraption and some straps to hold. Wondering how long had he been there, he couldn’t decide for his legs were numb..“Sawyer! Come have your nutrition!” That was Marshall Artz, barking at him from another room. “Come. Hurry. Today we have our special one half-Southern pan fried chicken.”Thus did Sawyer’s training begin. He carried buckets of water up thousands of steps. He stood on one leg on upended logs for hours at a time. He jumped, leaped, rolled, punched, kicked, and spun, as days, weeks, and months passed. Days. Weeks. Months. Ha! His training was just beginning.But all the while, Sawyer was planning his escape. For he did not believe in destiny…
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 04:33 PM
by: LIONARTist
Kenny pulled back the blood-soaked linens of his hospital bed to reveal that his legs had been surgically replaced with Tickle Me Elmo dolls. "Gasp!" He gasped. His mind became a whirlwind of screaming phantasms and Insane gurgling noises emenated from the esophagus of him. "What hath thou done to me, oh evil scientist?!!!!"Kenny had it in his mind that he was The Mighty Thor, ever since the third grade, when he was hit on the head by his friend Hootie's Nerf armoire.He had seen floaters and was sure that they were the Asgardian pixies, coming to transform his DNA into that of the Norse god.Now Kenny's mind reeled from the sheer unbelievability of the events that had transpired since he boarded flight 815 from Sydney to Los Angeles.When he first woke up on the beach, he felt a pain in his colon. "Too much cheese on that in flight meal", he thought to himself as he mouthed the words. "If only there were some roughage or wild prunes to consume. If only I could find some Muselex amongst the luggage. If only Dawn had not abandoned Tony Orlando." His mind was racing.Kenny leapt to his knees and then leapt again to his ankles, and finally, leapt a third time to his feet. Even though many of his fellow survivors were hurt and begging for help, Kenny could only think of one thing, and one thing only, which was the only one thing that was on his mind at the moment...and that was purging his intestinal tract and letting loose the fowl nemesis that was attacking his lower digestive system.Hurriedly, he scurried past the murky churning purple ferns. He stumbled and bumbled into the jumbled jungle, until at last he was past the vast chasm of gas.Kenny looked around and as he did so, he felt another twinge of the unwieldy pressure."CURSE THEE, OH EXCREMENTAL WASTE AND YOUR PRAERIE DOGGING FURY!" Kenny cried.He reached for his trouser button to unhinge his pants, and as he did so, he suddenly felt the same stinging sensation that he felt in 3rd grade. Kenny managed to get one word out before blacking out. "Hootie?" And now he was sitting in a bed, in what seemed to be an underground laboratory. His lower limbs vibrating and laughing, as if they were mocking him in his pitiful state. "What cruel fate? What ghastly circumstance? What hath the Gods wrought?" questioned Kenny."What morbid doom. What despicable transpirations. What a waste of two perfectly good Tickle me Elmos."Kenny try to leap to his knees. But the vibrating of the Elmos was driving him insane. Slowly he slid off the side of the bed. The darkness was impenetrable. He gazed around and looked at all the stuff. There was alot of stuff. Medical looking stuff, scientific-looking stuff, and alot of mad-scientific-looking stuff too. There was reeeeeallly a helluva lotta stuff."Gee whizeth!" Kenny exclaimed. Then he died.A strange figure stepped out of the shadows.He called out to his huge and gigantic henchman. "Fernando! Get me another subject!" he said with a wry smile and a pumpernickle twinkle in his eyes."This time we'll try Cookie Monsters".
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 05:16 PM
by: Lost_SoccerGirl23a
Charlie was a git and he knew it. Knew it deep down in the recesses of his mangy mind. Bloody rock-god had fallen and fallen hard. Fallen, like his arches. Now he had to wear Scholls’ arch supports in his poncy shoes. He shook himself from his reverie and looked askance at Claire.Claire walked away, quickly. Quickly, like her boyfriend left her pregnant and alone. The little runt wouldn’t leave her alone. He kept taking off with her baby. One day he took Turniphead without telling her and she was forced to run around screaming, “A wacko took my baaabyyy!”
now that, that is way bad, and apparentrly you must hate charlie, i like charlie, he's nice, you, youy are not nice j/k but i think you are prejudice against charlie! noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo that is not good that is baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 08:09 PM
by: back_gammon
He masticated again and again Read Everything Is Illuminated recently?
I don't know it. Is it a book or a thread title?
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 08:19 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
Holy crap, Ricky!! ROTFLMAO!!!
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 08:27 PM
by: hurleys_girl
and now a werd from our spawnser:huked on fonix
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 08:33 PM
by: mistressshake
*goes to look up masticated*
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 09:12 PM
by: back_gammon
...Today was a little ceremony in the secret cave of the graduation of him and his training. After passing all of the progressively brutal physical and mental tests, the teachers congratulated the pupil. In honor of graduating, Sawyer was receiving a gift. Manufactured in Japan, Sawyer was thrilled with the fine quality of his new steel sword. Know your destiny. Guard it for life.These words were inscribed on the hilt. The two teachers smiled. It was the first time Sawyer’s eyes saw Darlin’ Beautiful smile. In a yellow silk flowing robe, Sawyer was camptivated by the beauty of her. He offered a ripe mango to the woman that he had been carrying around in his pocket for the last week. And for Marshall Artz, another mango. There was some more masticating, but mostly just swallowing, because the mangoes were soft soft soft and ripe ripe ripe.“Another day, another man-go.” Smirked Sawyer’s thoughts. But I’m the man whose going to go. With each mouthful of the poisoned mangoes, Sawyer’s escape plan got closer and more real. One more bite for each one and he---
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 09:51 PM
by: back_gammon
...He spun and leaped through the air and out of the cave. The long yellow flowing robe of Sawyer that he wore rustled and made that sound like the wings of birds. The graduation sword of finest steel felt good strapped as it was to his lower waistline and hip and pelvis area.by a red sashing and did not impede his abilities to spinning and leaping as if unfettered by the rules of normal physics and gravitational.He was free! He wanted to try tip-toeing across the tree tops like Chow Yun-Fat, but decided to save it for later. OH NO! His ears heard Marshall Artz and Darlin’Beautiful close behind him as their silk flapped and rustled too. The mangoes didn’t do the trick. The powers of their Kung Fu was being stronger than the imagination of Sawyer could imagine. OH! The mighty thighs of Sawyer bunched and leaped, higher than he’d ever bunched before. The toes of Sawyer felt for a palm frond. Chow Yun-Fat time, ready or not. He missed! Falling! Falling! Falling! A wildly colored parrot in the tree squawked, and after squawking and screaming fiercely, Sawyer raced off in terror on the ground grabbing the hilt of the sword.Know your destiny. Guard it for life.Grabbing the sword, the words on the hilt was burning his palm. He screamed and let it go and his neck turned down to watch it slide back into the scabbard. Marshall Artz and Darlin’ Beautiful were so close now he could feel their breath on his neck. Hot breath. Hot. Like it or not...
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 09:53 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
BG, can you work me into the story as Sawyer's love interest?
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 11:15 PM
by: back_gammon
BG, can you work me into the story as Sawyer's love interest?
Oh, sorry, not this time. I just finished the last little chapter. If I'd known sooner, I could have done so. Sorry. Maybe for another story, perhaps.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 11:35 PM
by: back_gammon
...Sawyer’s back was cornered, no way around it. His hand hurt from grabbing the hilton the sword. It burned like fire. His thighs hurt from all that bunching and leaping. And his heart hurt, to tell the truth. Know your destiny. Guard it for life.He shook his burning hand and looked at. In his palm, now, the words inscribed on the sword hilt were burned in for life. Sawyer slumped down. Defeated at last. Scarred by destiny, he had no choice but to accept it. And once he accepted it, he had no choice but to guard it. It was what it was. And he was what he was, only different now. His heart didn’t hurt anymore.With ginger, he pulled the sword from the scabbard with his other hand. He looked at the steel blade. The long fine steel and noticed something he hadn’t seen before. Another inscription.Destiny will find you on the road you take to avoid it. Moving away and growing ever fainter, the ears of Sawyer heard the sound of rustling silk, until the sound grew so faint it was gone. Inscribed by the finest steel, Sawyer began to make his way back to the beach. Arriving back at his love shack, nothing had changed much, just a layer of dust. The book was still on the bed he was reading before he left. The Lost Kung Fu“Hi Sawyer, glad to see you!” It was Slappy, beating out Kate to be the first to greet Sawyer and welcome him back, popping her head by. “What’s that?” Sawyer handed the book to the woman that he found lying on the bed covered with dust. When opened, a snapshot fell out. Sawyer, Marshall Artz, and Darlin’ Beautiful.Slap's hands bent at the waist and picked up the picture. Her eyes zoomed to the writing on the back: “With love to Shaolin Sawyer, forged in steel, enscribed by destiny.”
The End
LOL, Slap, I worked you in at the last minute doing the part that was written for kate. If you don't like it I'll change it back to kate.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 11:38 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
BG! Love it. Just remember, Sawyer loves me not Kate. That bending my hands at my waist is so me...how'd you know?
Posted: Dec 10 2005 @ 12:08 AM
by: back_gammon
Well, I figured since Sawyer can squint at the waist, like he did earlier in the story... LOLGlad you enjoyed.
Posted: Dec 10 2005 @ 08:06 AM
by: LIONARTist
The reviews for Backgammon's SHAOLIN SAWYER are out and THE CRITICS ALL AGREE!"A literary triumph in destiny's children." - LIONARTist of the ABC LOST Boards"An excercise in Bunching and Masticating. A totally Heebie-Jeebie ride." - Doogie Howser, of the late TV show by the same name."I read it once and once was just too many times." - SpongeBob Squarepants, of The Bikini Bottom Sentinel"Bad writing has never been brought to the forefront of cleverity such as Backgammon has been able to bend at the neck and say stuff" - GW Bush, of the Daily Warmonger"I couldn't put it down. Some imbecile had put superglue on the book jacket" - Some guy in the B. Dalton bookstore in Halifax
Posted: Dec 10 2005 @ 08:07 AM
by: LIONARTist
Holy crap, Ricky!! ROTFLMAO!!!
Yeeees. Crap indeed. The poopy joke is always an easy laugh. But that's me - easy.
Posted: Dec 10 2005 @ 09:17 AM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
Greg let go of Marsha.
Posted: Dec 10 2005 @ 09:27 AM
by: back_gammon
What lovely reviews! And a shout out to Doogie Howser - are you still tripping with Harold and Kumar at the White Castle? YO!
Posted: Dec 10 2005 @ 11:03 AM
by: lucky4me8
Sayid applied pressure on the makeshift tweezers he’d fashioned from a hairpin filched from Shannon’s corpse. Gently he manipulated the tiny finial onto the edge of the 3-inch urchin-quill curtain rod that would frame the sumptuous bay window of the ½ inch scale miniature Edwardian hat shop he’d been crafting fastidiously in the seclusion of the tangled mandrake roots. Each tiny hat was a masterpiece, no bigger than the diameter of its circumference. He meticulously wedged a sparse plume into a scarlet fedora the size of a bottlecap when he felt it – the venomous, vascular sting of the injection. “What were you thinking?” Sayid heard as his mind struggled from the grotto of semi-consciousness. “That feather was from one of the carriers!” The French woman raised the voltage on the carburator thingy and zapped him again. “Idiot!”Sayid convulsed, straining in his shackles. “I had to forego period accuracy,” he yelped. “There’s not exactly an ostrich population on the island.” He looked around as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, taking in the enormous stalactites dripping from above. “Where am I?”“My temporary digs,” sighed Danielle, ducking to avoid a swooping marsupial. “I really miss the pit.”“We had some good times there, didn’t we?” Sayid smiled in spite of himself. He glanced at Danielle’s wistful expression. “I could build you a miniature replica.”“Would you, could you? It would mean so much,” Danielle came closer, stepping over wires criss-crossing across the cave.“I built an accurate model of Saddam’s bunker for the CIA,” said Sayid. “Quarter-inch scale, very precise.” Condescention dripped onto his sincere forehead. “Of course, I would need my hands.” “Could you have it ready in time for Christmas?” “It would be my pleasure,” said Sayid, furrowing his brow as he contemplated the minute Bouche de Noel he would leave on the tiny metal bed as a surprise. “But Danielle, I’ll need some supplies.”“Danielle?” the French woman started, jumping to her feet. “Ha! You might as well know, Danielle died in childbirth sixteen years ago. I buried her on the Cote Sauvage, in a shallow grave with Montaigne's arm. I’m her sister, Justine.” The strange, unkempt woman smiled shyly, then slyly removed her glass eye.
Posted: Dec 10 2005 @ 01:13 PM
by: back_gammon
Each tiny hat was a masterpiece, no bigger than the diameter of its circumference. I love it! Ha! Very imaginative (and also quite believable) extension of my two favorite characters.
Posted: Dec 10 2005 @ 01:35 PM
by: lucky4me8
Bg, you're the one who raised the bar and lowered the limbo stick...Ha!
Posted: Dec 10 2005 @ 01:52 PM
by: back_gammon
wheeeeeee! Where's my calypso hat? Ha!
Posted: Dec 10 2005 @ 04:15 PM
by: captainaeon
for bg--Ye angel descended fromst on high and fromst the heavens to tutal us in the ways of kung fu mastication! Nouns, verbalages and participular dangulationBe thy glorious instruments!Thwack mine head again!That I might beholdThy beautiousitudinous wordage!
Posted: Dec 10 2005 @ 04:39 PM
by: back_gammon
Coming soon: Enter the Teeth of the DragonFrom the Teeth of Fury Ultimate Legends CollectionA Drunken Master Wu Tang Joint Production(Featuring a special guest appearance by Montaigne as the One Armed Swordsman.)
Posted: Dec 10 2005 @ 04:45 PM
by: lucky4me8
May I reserve an advance (autographed) copy?
Posted: Dec 10 2005 @ 05:26 PM
by: captainaeon
“Danielle?” the French woman started, jumping to her feet. “Ha! You might as well know, Danielle died in childbirth sixteen years ago. I buried her on the Cote Sauvage, in a shallow grave with Montaigne's arm. I’m her sister, Justine.” The strange, unkempt woman smiled shyly, then slyly removed her glass eye.
Great, lucky! But the question now becomes--is this thread big enough for 2 geniuseses of literal writing--you and bg???
Posted: Dec 10 2005 @ 05:31 PM
by: back_gammon
Enter the Teeth of the Dragon
The teeth of Anna were becoming in handy as coconut openers at the little joint opened up by her for making a living purposes. Anna’s Alibi Inn. Still not accepted by the beach livers, the eyes of Anna was always crying on the side which no one could see.Down the beach, the smiling lips of Rose and Bernard were standing and watching hand in hand as Vincent and toddler Aaron played. Anna turned her eyes away not to be looking.Anna’s teeth earned a little on the side, too. Working for Dr. Jack, tonsillectomies were being done all the routine time without the benefit package of anesthesia. Just one kiss by Anna – no more tonsils.Shaolin Sawyer was strolling toward the joint holding hands with Slappy of which Anna was proprietress of. A crush was had on Shaolin Sawyer by Anna’s heart. But no matter how lonely, fearing disaster her crush never developed anywhere. Between her tonsillectomizing teeth, and his reputation of mastication, that was an accident to be avoided from all angles. But Anna wanted something else from the tall, lean, well-bunched man…
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Posted: Dec 08 @ 08:18 PM
by: back_gammon
bg--you are truly amazing!
LOL Only if I can think of a way to finish this up. The story, even though it's horribly written, is resisting a closing chapter right now, so I may have to leave Charlie, Claire, and the riderless horse bolting through the jungle all night. Maybe by tomorrow they'll be so tired they won't struggle when I try to bring their little adventure to an end. PS I appreciate the compliment.
Posted: Dec 08 @ 09:47 PM
by: dhinged
The Monster and Mr. EkoMr. Eko pursued the monster to the farthest point in the jungle. It was without words or actions that he held the stick up sideways towards a sound that he heard by himself. The jungle made no sound, but something moved off in the foliage that made him wish he could wonder what it was. "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death" he said out loud to nobody in the air, his eyes pointing interestedly into the jungle leafs, "I will fear no evil". He would have recited the rest of the psalm but there was a noise which was so over-exhuberant it would have thrown an old man into a wheelchair against his back.Bwoof! Rocks and dirt went flying like a German soldier throwing a hand-grenade. He gripped the stick tighter as is if it was a long lost girlfriend. The rocks and dirt kept flying through the air toward him, and he thought about the next part of the 23rd Psalm, but it didn't really fit right, so he thought he might use it later. The rocks and dirt weren't flying alone, as they were followed by a clanging sound that sounded like a construction whistle that was scraping together with various metal parts in a giant washing machine. A tree uprooted as if someone was pulling weeds in front of him as he cursed the weed-puller. Just as he was thinking of another Psalm to say, Michael jumped out with a gun from behind a bush that he was waving. "Hey! Watch out!" Michael said as the clanging noise came more towards Eko than it did Michael. They both watched something invisible walk towards Mr. Eko, and Mr. Eko raised his stick high and then didn't say anything. Michael raised up his gun and fired, the bullet piercing a metal sound without going through. Michael reloaded his weapon fastly, while Mr. Eko swiped multiple times at it with the stick. Suddenly he got knocked over brutishly by the thing he was swiping the stick at. The ground crunched heavily and his stick went like a propeller becoming disconnected from a helicopter in mid-flight spinning through the air. Another crunching sound, and Mr. Eko couldn't help but scream. Michael's eyes went wide while firing the weapon with hysterically again. "Clang!" went the object, but Eko was only picked up by the object and twirled into the air as if he was a total pinjata, now made long by his horizontal angle to the ground. Michael screamed "No! Stop!" and ran out from behind the bush leaping over a rock. The thing kept clanging Eko sideways, which it finally dropped him to the ground, and Michael ran over to the wound. The monster suddenly turned clankily sideways and whistling, stomped off into the underbrush. There was so much crushed foliage Michael could barely think how to fix it all. "Please! Do not fix my wounds! I suffer for all of mankind." then Eko suddenly fell asleep. Michael knew the wound would require a shirt to stop it, so he removed it. Once the shirt had finished tying off all of the wound, he bent to pick up Eko and found that he was as heavy if not heavier than he was as tall as he was. Michael knew that he would need help carrying Mr. Eko back to camp all by himself, so he ran off with his sweaty back to the wind cursing through his not-fast-enough-pumping legs. This was enough for one day, thought Michael as his brain barely comprehended the thought, and I need some water I can drink from.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 05:13 AM
by: back_gammon
...On did they run and run and run until Charlie felt his lungs would blow up, or he would throw up. One of the two. He didn’t care. He decided he’d rather be dead instead of running any more. He thought of Grandma, sweet, dead Grandma, living back in Bristol, and the surprise parties she loved in secret to plan his childhood. What a surprise she would get when she saw Charlie. Dead too! Running along his side, he looked at Claire’s poorly bedraggled face and hair. But a fierce determination to get away from the horse bolted behind her was still on her mind and the way she was slashing through the dark, wet, glisteny leaves of the jungle. Charlie ran faster, hoping from his bottommost heart to protect her from the fate he knew no man could want.The horse stopped. Charlie and Claire ran more, still panting hard, the wet leaves slapped them in the cheeks of each others faces. Charlie’s parched blistered lips tasted the rain of the leaves from the stinging slaps he felt.“Stop!” Turning to Charlie, Claire’s feet slowed with a questioning look.Charlie’s pace slowed too. His well muscled calves and strong thighs couldn’t go any more, even if he still was wanting. “That’s better. Now look to your left and pick it up.”
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 05:40 AM
by: back_gammon
...Heart pounding, Charlie’s eyes looked to the left and then down. With his rear he felt something around his waist, Claire’s fingers felt for his and gripped him hard. She was very scared, his mind knew this without thinking. Charlie’s eyes saw nothing of which he was meant to see. Darkness. Impenetrable darkness. He was blind. He was blind, now. Really.For a long, sickening moment blood thudded in his neck and chest and against his ear drums, blotting out with each beat of his heart the sound of rain dripping from the leaves, and he came to understand that he was blind, not with the panicked beating of his heart, but with the sound of rain dripping. As soft as that. And the softness of the sound filled him with terror. And he suddenly understood that he was blind in a jungle with glasses he would never need again. They would not help him see the beach, the beach with blinding white sand as soft and fine as sugar. Gone too, the blue of the sky and the water. Blue that went on forever. Blue without end. Blue that he couldn’t bear to end. But it did. It had. He would never see Claire, or her beautiful hair, for which he had tried to find a brush, in a rush, again.Only Claire’s hand and fingers gripping his made him know he could still see, that he had not been struck blind as he had feared. I guess, the grip hurt so hard he opened his eyes wider and broke the dried blood and goopy crusty stuff from when he fell on the rocks. Or something like that. And with strong grip of Claire and with only the faintest glistening of the leaves to let him know his eyes still worked at all, he saw it. The miracle of sight. There. On the floor of the jungle.
The End
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 06:43 AM
by: Hatchcrazy
sooooo bad sooooooooooo very bad.........so bad it's genius.
AND NOW....................................................A TREATISE ON BIO-ELECTROMAGNETIC WAVELENGTHS---------------------or-----------------------------------------Charlie's Excellent adventure----------------'''''''''''''''''''Charlie started awake. He started to get up but didn't. He thought he heard a breathing sound he thought was coming from nearby. His alarm clock ring and he touched it to make it quiet. It was quiet. Too quite. He knew he had to get to band practice. There would be answers there. Answers to questions. '''''''''''''''''''Liam banged the guitar a few times. It seemed to be working all right. Then sparks flew into the room out of the amplifyer. "Dharm-it" Liam thought about the amplifier which had cost him more than the cost of doing business in the music business. "Where the bloody half back is Charlie?" Charlie would know what to do. Charlie always had answers. Answers to questions.Next installment (as if you cared) will be:FRUITION THEORY: FRUTOPIA LOST?
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 07:09 AM
by: layla7072
* skims thread's posts and groans*There is some really bad writing here...Congrats! (?)
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 07:34 AM
by: thinking_thing
Can I play too?Okay, here goes...Jack was so relieved to see the sun come up because that meant it was morning, and the longest darkest night ever was over that he almost cried, he was that happy. Jack sat up slowly while looking around trying to figure out where he was. He realize he was still on the beach,which made sense because that was where he had fallen asleep the night before. Kate was sleeping beside him. Not because anything had happened, but because everyone had just fallen asleep where they were lying down last night, it was that crazy. Closing his eyes, he studied Kate. She was pretty and crazy and made him so confused he didn't know what to think. Instead he turned to look at Hurley who was sleeping on Jack's other side. Jack was less confused about Hurley, because Hurley was funny and when Jack yelled at him, Hurley would do what he said. "Hurley" he yelled, "Wake up". And Hurley woke up.Hurley didn't like being woken up like tha because he had only fallen asleep a couple of hours ago, when it was still dark. Now it was morning and so it was too bright for his eyes. Hurley tried to roll over, but Jack yelled, "Hurley," again. Hurley thought for a minute about sitting up and punching Jack, then realized his punching arm was asleep so he couldn't. Instead he sat up. Ironically at the same moment Kate sat up, but because Jack wasn't looking at her he didn't see. Jack asked Hurely, "Do you think everyone made it through last night?"Hurley closed his eyes against the glare of the sun and tried to count people sleeping on the beach. He lost count 4 times. On Jack's other side, Kate laughed, which made Jack happy, because Kate had a nice laugh, then worried, in case she was laughing at him, then angry because she was probably laughing at something Sawyer had told her anyway. "hurley!" he said again, trying to keep his mind off of all his confusing thoughts. Hurley finished his fifth count and smiled. "Everyone's alive." Kate laughed again, and this time Jack went right past happy and worried and straight to angry because he was sure she was laughing at him. "Of course everyone's alright, Jack!" Kate laughed at him. "It was only food poisoning!"Jack turned to her seriously, thinking dark thoughts about the dark night. "That's what I'm afraid of, Kate. How did the others know we would be eating all the food in the Hatch? How did they know to spoil it?"Kate stared back at him, shocked by the dark look in his dark eyes. "...They did this on purpose?"Hurley, sick of all the dark looks going around got up to look for some mangoes.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 07:40 AM
by: thinking_thing
great. I just went back to writing an essay, and now my brain won't work.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 07:51 AM
by: broken_record
Desmond looked up. He had heard a noise, not a good noise one of those noises that makes you think "that wasn't a good noise", but inside your head like. He quickly, with the speed of a monkey eager to get some bannanas, jumped out of his chair that he was sitting on, the chair that he had finally worked the perfect groove into, to flick the switch that controlled the setup of mirrors so he could see what and where the not good noise came from. As the mirrors adjusted, the kind of adjustment you would expect would happen from years of therapy, he saw a woman dangling form a piece of rope, or what he assumed to be rope, becasue what else would a woman dangle from. As this image shot through his eyes and into his brain, making the thought process successful. The reusult of said process was, "Wow, a woman dangling". Without anymore thinking he ran, he ran all the way to the gun closet, as that was what he had decided to call the closet that he had come across that was full of guns. He grab two of his favorite guns, and suddenly another thought rambled through the boarder towns of his mind. The thought so clearly seen, like a shiny nickle shinning in a vast space of not shiny things. "I like guns They're shiny".After that thought all possible translations of what happened next were highly plausible.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 07:56 AM
by: back_gammon (1536 Posts in the last 90 days) Registered: Sep 24, 2005
great. I just went back to writing an essay, and now my brain won't work.
LOL I know exactly what you mean. I just tried to write a post for another thread and had to revise it ten times. Thus, clear writing aids clear thinking. Bad writing turns brains to mush.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 08:00 AM
by: thinking_thing (134 Posts in the last 90 days) Registered: Dec 03, 2005 but what delicious mush!I think we've stumbled upon parts of our brains that have been ignored for a very long time.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 08:03 AM
by: back_gammon Yes, and it's so much fun it must be killing millions of brain cells.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 08:22 AM
by: Hatchcrazy
--------------FRUITION THEORY:FRUTOPIA LOST?--------------
''''''''''''''''''Kelvin started the car. It's starter started it. He thought he knew where he was, but that was an illusione. He was supposed to meet him at 15:00 but the clock read 15:16 already. "Where was he?" grumbled Kelvin silently. "I di'dnt come swanning off across the bloody Indian Ocean on some kind of A-team mission to sit in my car and think. The car door opened suddenly. Kelvin's face was a paradox of fear. A portly old man sat down in the car."Are you him?" stumbled Kelvim. "Do I look like a man of faith or a man of science?" portly man said. "A man with answers." yammered Kelvyn "Answers to questions."NEXT: TORT REFORM IN THE SOUTH PACIFIC-----------------or--------------------------"Bali-hai or Bali-low. A missive of hope"
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 08:34 AM
by: libbyrocks05
I can't wait for.....TORT REFORM IN THE SOUTH PACIFIC-----------------or--------------------------"Bali-hai or Bali-low. A missive of hope"
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 09:22 AM
by: NoNicksinExile
"MMMM nothing like good bad stories in the morning to make me happier then the happiest thing ever." Said nonicks with lots of whit as he posted on a thread to bump the thread back up to the top which is what bumping does.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 09:35 AM
by: back_gammon
Shaolin Sawyer and the Lost Kung Fu of Marshall Artz
The eyes of Sawyer saw her before his nose did. That perfume made his senses activate to whatever biggest extent possible for a man on his back. Swinging up to his fullest height, his legs stood firmly while dimpling in that motley way he had that was only his gift. He had known beautiful women, but this was a fire of unknown origin. But with the dimples of Sawyer, he’d soon be smokin' in the boys room. Sawyer patted a pillow cushion inside his little love shack and pointed with his fingers at it. “Hey beautiful, come over here and put your Patsy on the incline.” Still moving past him, Beautiful’s head did not turn. “Well boogie on, then, Raggae woman,” Sawyer’s mind thought to himself. The paperback book on the bed he was reading suddenly blew open…
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 09:38 AM
by: NoNicksinExile
Dude... I totally love reading my bed.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 09:49 AM
by: captainaeon
The eyes of Sawyer saw her before his nose did.
BG stands for back_gammon and BLOODY GENIUS!!!BRAVO!!!
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 10:07 AM
by: NoNicksinExile
Bedtime For Jackypoo
Jack had had enough with this. Earlier in the day he had gone to talk with Locke, but had found out he had taken a walk in the jungle in order to go hunting. “I’m tired of Locke not listening to my commands.” Jack yelled at Kate who had walked up next to him earlier. “I just want to do what’s best for all of us.” Jack says indicating the group that was there.“Jack, maybe you just need to take a rest. Sleep for a little bit. People need sleep. You’re a person so you need sleep too.” Kate said her face having scrunched up like a really concerned mom. “Damn it Kate, I don’t need sleep. I’m a Dr, we don’t sleep. Haven’t you ever watched ER? Like back when it was good a few years ago?” Asked jack in anger has he jumped down from the log he had climbed on earlier that day. “I guess it was before my time.” Said Kate, as she was slipping jack a drug to make him sleep in the bowl of water she had handed to him a moment before. Water was something Jack really liked to quench his thirst with, so Kate, being crafty and very intelligent, knew he would drink the whole thing. He did, with a slight slurping sound when he had finished.“Why am I starting to feel drugged?” asked Jack who had recognized the feeling from the time Kate had drugged him a while back. He wasn’t very happy with the fact that she would keep drugging him. Still, he found on the island he had grown attached to her, even though she had been a criminal before they had crashed. He probably shouldn’t trust her, he thought, even knowing that he did.“What will I do now…?” Jack muttered softly to only himself, as Kate lowered him down to the ground. She had not understood what he had said, as the drugs had taken hold of Jack who was now sleeping.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 10:44 AM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
Nicky!
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 10:57 AM
by: back_gammon
…Stinging still from Beautiful’s rejection, the sudden opening of the book was not noticed by Sawyer’s eyes. He produced a thought to put salve on his pride, which was a wounded sore upon his heart. “She probably serves steak to men on paper plates.” Ha! His wounded festering sore on his heart was better. The paperbook book had some pages that were continuing blowing back and forth amongst themselves. Looking at the book now, a shiver went up its spine and ran through it. Squinting at the waist to bend over better to read the pages as they flapped around, only one thing stood out: something was pointing in the direction of Darlin’ Beautiful, the mysterious Darlin’ Beautiful. Bent over good, Sawyer’s eyes drank thirstily and sucked at the ice cubes of the tall drink that was the title, which cut deeply, as if something stabbed him in the back with a steak knife. The Lost Kung Fu…
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 11:33 AM
by: Hatchcrazy
TORT REFORM IN THE SOUTH PACIFIC......................OR...............................Bali-hai or Bali-low. A missive of hope''''''''''''''''''''
Locke couldn't believe it. His telephone rang and the news was not good. It was bad. His lawyer had decided that sueing the wlkabout company was fruitless."You're going to have to build your own frutopia now." The lawyer spat. "But how can my humble self dissemble the ramble of the right?" Locke said."There should be re-percussion instruments for this sort of thing!!" Locke said. He realised that he would have to send a major missive to the walkabout about this. He had hope but also a lack of hope about this plan. This plan was faulty because the walkabout was just was just a front company for Dharma that had no back. He decided to take a plane flying into the South Pacific the place not the musical into a place that 'noone' could tell him what he can't do. Or what he can. Whatever.NEXT: MUSICAL CHAIRS: A POLYPHONIC SPREE--------------------OR---------------------------Desmond drats the doldrums
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 11:36 AM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
Great missive!
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 12:05 PM
by: back_gammon
…The feelings of Sawyer had not been this frightened since that time in Memphis when he woke up still drunk on someone’s front lawn wearing a jet black wig, custom chromed Ray Ban’s, and an honorary Marshall’s badge signed by the real Richard Nixon. For a heart stopping minute he thought he had been reincarnated as Elvis Presley, or Cher in full metal jacket leather. Grabbing a bag soon filled by his hands with necessities of the journey to find Darlin’ Beautiful.“Sawyer!” That was the voice of Artz from the beach somewhere.“Sunshine Superman, at your service.” Sawyer quipped. Meanwhile, behind his back, Sawyer’s mind thought “Buzz off, bumblebee.” “Sawyer! This woman needs you down there! Down there!” Further down the beach, Artz’s arm was pointing toward the rocks. “On the rocks! Sawyer! On the double!” Dropping the bag of necessities Darlin’ Beautiful forgotten figuring all that was necessary he had, Sawyer’s firm abs sprinted down the beach. “Well let’s make it a double, on the rocks,” smirked his vigorous running thighs…
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 02:18 PM
by: back_gammon
...Having finished running, the rocks were nearly there. Overhead from somewhere was a sound like wings flapping, or silk rustling. Sawyer’s eyes stopped dead. What?!! How could this be?!! Artz had beat him there!!! And he was talking to Darlin’ Beautiful. OH NO!His unbelieved eyes rolling, Artz and Darlin’ Beautiful motioned for quiet. “Where is the book?” The head of Sawyer experienced something not unfamiliar. It felt something hard and sharp strike--- Waking from a daze, his limbs realized they couldn’t move. He was in a state of paralysis similar to falling down drunk in a place he’d never seen before. His but his but was smelling funny. What did it smell? Where was this? Incense burned, close to his head, all shaved off in a cave. The head of Sawyer looked to discover his clothes were all gone. Now he wore a plain brown wrapper. He didn’t know what else to call it by name. It was sort of a robe, except…
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 03:04 PM
by: Hatchcrazy
MUSICAL CHAIRS: A POLYPHONIC SPREE
---------------------OR--------------------------
Desmond drats the doldrums''''''''''''''''''''''
Desmond pushed back his chair backwards from the desk he had been reading papers. "I won't even make it to Cape Horn with those supplies."he wondered. He had been up all nite readying the boat for his journey and now it seemed it was all for not! Now there were these maps he had found showing a totally b!tchin' shortcut through past Austraylia. His wife battered the door. "Why don't you come out of there who cares aboot a dub owld boot anywhere?" "Quiet Libby!" he ejected "If you knew half as much and again as much as half of that you'd know that it's not the dub owld boot you thought it was! Its special!" He was pretty pleased with his response, and it showed. The boat gleamed and winked in the moonlight as like daylight. Now there was the a problem with a the map. All it said at the bottom was "Do not attempt to use a computer for any...." paper ripped off and that was that jack sprat could eat no fat. Des didn't like that. Wasn't PRU-dent to work from such an unsteady platform. Yea, verily he went to the cupboard but it was bare as usually happen. If he got stuck somewhere he would just use the ol' Devastating Desmond charm and nick out of there before anywho's the wizened. Sure, Libby was unnerved but heck she was always unnerved which always unnerved Betty.
(Partially inspired by the writings of John Lennon 1939-1980)
HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND FANFIC FREAKS!
HATCHCRAZY OUT!
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 03:26 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
Hatchy, you actually made me say, WTF?
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 03:34 PM
by: back_gammon
…The keen ears of Sawyer thought they heard something. When his ears thought, Sawyer knew enough to listen. There it was again. Wings flapping. Or. Silk rustling. Standing before him was suddenly Artz and Darlin’ Beautiful. Wearing silk wrappers, all loose and flowing like. So that’s where the sound came from! Duh!“The book, Sawyer. This is about the book.” Seeing Darlin’ Beautiful again, her voice---A big bee came out of nowhere and stung Artz. Artz leaped in the weightless air and swung at the bee with a long sharp sword that stung him. The bee was falling dead as a doorknob and hit the cave floor. Artz slowly settled with that rustling silk sound. “What book is that, Darlin’”?” Sawyer was thinking fast, and his thoughts are thinking faster. Darlin’ Beautiful brought out a plate of tempting delicious cupcakes for Sawyer. She fed some cupcakes to the confused man that she had baked and frosted yesterday. The throat of Sawyer swallowed each bite from her hand. He masticated again and again.But wriggling into a tiny hole in one of the cupcakes, Sawyer spotted a long worm….
by: back_gammon
bg--you are truly amazing!
LOL Only if I can think of a way to finish this up. The story, even though it's horribly written, is resisting a closing chapter right now, so I may have to leave Charlie, Claire, and the riderless horse bolting through the jungle all night. Maybe by tomorrow they'll be so tired they won't struggle when I try to bring their little adventure to an end. PS I appreciate the compliment.
Posted: Dec 08 @ 09:47 PM
by: dhinged
The Monster and Mr. EkoMr. Eko pursued the monster to the farthest point in the jungle. It was without words or actions that he held the stick up sideways towards a sound that he heard by himself. The jungle made no sound, but something moved off in the foliage that made him wish he could wonder what it was. "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death" he said out loud to nobody in the air, his eyes pointing interestedly into the jungle leafs, "I will fear no evil". He would have recited the rest of the psalm but there was a noise which was so over-exhuberant it would have thrown an old man into a wheelchair against his back.Bwoof! Rocks and dirt went flying like a German soldier throwing a hand-grenade. He gripped the stick tighter as is if it was a long lost girlfriend. The rocks and dirt kept flying through the air toward him, and he thought about the next part of the 23rd Psalm, but it didn't really fit right, so he thought he might use it later. The rocks and dirt weren't flying alone, as they were followed by a clanging sound that sounded like a construction whistle that was scraping together with various metal parts in a giant washing machine. A tree uprooted as if someone was pulling weeds in front of him as he cursed the weed-puller. Just as he was thinking of another Psalm to say, Michael jumped out with a gun from behind a bush that he was waving. "Hey! Watch out!" Michael said as the clanging noise came more towards Eko than it did Michael. They both watched something invisible walk towards Mr. Eko, and Mr. Eko raised his stick high and then didn't say anything. Michael raised up his gun and fired, the bullet piercing a metal sound without going through. Michael reloaded his weapon fastly, while Mr. Eko swiped multiple times at it with the stick. Suddenly he got knocked over brutishly by the thing he was swiping the stick at. The ground crunched heavily and his stick went like a propeller becoming disconnected from a helicopter in mid-flight spinning through the air. Another crunching sound, and Mr. Eko couldn't help but scream. Michael's eyes went wide while firing the weapon with hysterically again. "Clang!" went the object, but Eko was only picked up by the object and twirled into the air as if he was a total pinjata, now made long by his horizontal angle to the ground. Michael screamed "No! Stop!" and ran out from behind the bush leaping over a rock. The thing kept clanging Eko sideways, which it finally dropped him to the ground, and Michael ran over to the wound. The monster suddenly turned clankily sideways and whistling, stomped off into the underbrush. There was so much crushed foliage Michael could barely think how to fix it all. "Please! Do not fix my wounds! I suffer for all of mankind." then Eko suddenly fell asleep. Michael knew the wound would require a shirt to stop it, so he removed it. Once the shirt had finished tying off all of the wound, he bent to pick up Eko and found that he was as heavy if not heavier than he was as tall as he was. Michael knew that he would need help carrying Mr. Eko back to camp all by himself, so he ran off with his sweaty back to the wind cursing through his not-fast-enough-pumping legs. This was enough for one day, thought Michael as his brain barely comprehended the thought, and I need some water I can drink from.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 05:13 AM
by: back_gammon
...On did they run and run and run until Charlie felt his lungs would blow up, or he would throw up. One of the two. He didn’t care. He decided he’d rather be dead instead of running any more. He thought of Grandma, sweet, dead Grandma, living back in Bristol, and the surprise parties she loved in secret to plan his childhood. What a surprise she would get when she saw Charlie. Dead too! Running along his side, he looked at Claire’s poorly bedraggled face and hair. But a fierce determination to get away from the horse bolted behind her was still on her mind and the way she was slashing through the dark, wet, glisteny leaves of the jungle. Charlie ran faster, hoping from his bottommost heart to protect her from the fate he knew no man could want.The horse stopped. Charlie and Claire ran more, still panting hard, the wet leaves slapped them in the cheeks of each others faces. Charlie’s parched blistered lips tasted the rain of the leaves from the stinging slaps he felt.“Stop!” Turning to Charlie, Claire’s feet slowed with a questioning look.Charlie’s pace slowed too. His well muscled calves and strong thighs couldn’t go any more, even if he still was wanting. “That’s better. Now look to your left and pick it up.”
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 05:40 AM
by: back_gammon
...Heart pounding, Charlie’s eyes looked to the left and then down. With his rear he felt something around his waist, Claire’s fingers felt for his and gripped him hard. She was very scared, his mind knew this without thinking. Charlie’s eyes saw nothing of which he was meant to see. Darkness. Impenetrable darkness. He was blind. He was blind, now. Really.For a long, sickening moment blood thudded in his neck and chest and against his ear drums, blotting out with each beat of his heart the sound of rain dripping from the leaves, and he came to understand that he was blind, not with the panicked beating of his heart, but with the sound of rain dripping. As soft as that. And the softness of the sound filled him with terror. And he suddenly understood that he was blind in a jungle with glasses he would never need again. They would not help him see the beach, the beach with blinding white sand as soft and fine as sugar. Gone too, the blue of the sky and the water. Blue that went on forever. Blue without end. Blue that he couldn’t bear to end. But it did. It had. He would never see Claire, or her beautiful hair, for which he had tried to find a brush, in a rush, again.Only Claire’s hand and fingers gripping his made him know he could still see, that he had not been struck blind as he had feared. I guess, the grip hurt so hard he opened his eyes wider and broke the dried blood and goopy crusty stuff from when he fell on the rocks. Or something like that. And with strong grip of Claire and with only the faintest glistening of the leaves to let him know his eyes still worked at all, he saw it. The miracle of sight. There. On the floor of the jungle.
The End
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 06:43 AM
by: Hatchcrazy
sooooo bad sooooooooooo very bad.........so bad it's genius.
AND NOW....................................................A TREATISE ON BIO-ELECTROMAGNETIC WAVELENGTHS---------------------or-----------------------------------------Charlie's Excellent adventure----------------'''''''''''''''''''Charlie started awake. He started to get up but didn't. He thought he heard a breathing sound he thought was coming from nearby. His alarm clock ring and he touched it to make it quiet. It was quiet. Too quite. He knew he had to get to band practice. There would be answers there. Answers to questions. '''''''''''''''''''Liam banged the guitar a few times. It seemed to be working all right. Then sparks flew into the room out of the amplifyer. "Dharm-it" Liam thought about the amplifier which had cost him more than the cost of doing business in the music business. "Where the bloody half back is Charlie?" Charlie would know what to do. Charlie always had answers. Answers to questions.Next installment (as if you cared) will be:FRUITION THEORY: FRUTOPIA LOST?
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 07:09 AM
by: layla7072
* skims thread's posts and groans*There is some really bad writing here...Congrats! (?)
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 07:34 AM
by: thinking_thing
Can I play too?Okay, here goes...Jack was so relieved to see the sun come up because that meant it was morning, and the longest darkest night ever was over that he almost cried, he was that happy. Jack sat up slowly while looking around trying to figure out where he was. He realize he was still on the beach,which made sense because that was where he had fallen asleep the night before. Kate was sleeping beside him. Not because anything had happened, but because everyone had just fallen asleep where they were lying down last night, it was that crazy. Closing his eyes, he studied Kate. She was pretty and crazy and made him so confused he didn't know what to think. Instead he turned to look at Hurley who was sleeping on Jack's other side. Jack was less confused about Hurley, because Hurley was funny and when Jack yelled at him, Hurley would do what he said. "Hurley" he yelled, "Wake up". And Hurley woke up.Hurley didn't like being woken up like tha because he had only fallen asleep a couple of hours ago, when it was still dark. Now it was morning and so it was too bright for his eyes. Hurley tried to roll over, but Jack yelled, "Hurley," again. Hurley thought for a minute about sitting up and punching Jack, then realized his punching arm was asleep so he couldn't. Instead he sat up. Ironically at the same moment Kate sat up, but because Jack wasn't looking at her he didn't see. Jack asked Hurely, "Do you think everyone made it through last night?"Hurley closed his eyes against the glare of the sun and tried to count people sleeping on the beach. He lost count 4 times. On Jack's other side, Kate laughed, which made Jack happy, because Kate had a nice laugh, then worried, in case she was laughing at him, then angry because she was probably laughing at something Sawyer had told her anyway. "hurley!" he said again, trying to keep his mind off of all his confusing thoughts. Hurley finished his fifth count and smiled. "Everyone's alive." Kate laughed again, and this time Jack went right past happy and worried and straight to angry because he was sure she was laughing at him. "Of course everyone's alright, Jack!" Kate laughed at him. "It was only food poisoning!"Jack turned to her seriously, thinking dark thoughts about the dark night. "That's what I'm afraid of, Kate. How did the others know we would be eating all the food in the Hatch? How did they know to spoil it?"Kate stared back at him, shocked by the dark look in his dark eyes. "...They did this on purpose?"Hurley, sick of all the dark looks going around got up to look for some mangoes.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 07:40 AM
by: thinking_thing
great. I just went back to writing an essay, and now my brain won't work.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 07:51 AM
by: broken_record
Desmond looked up. He had heard a noise, not a good noise one of those noises that makes you think "that wasn't a good noise", but inside your head like. He quickly, with the speed of a monkey eager to get some bannanas, jumped out of his chair that he was sitting on, the chair that he had finally worked the perfect groove into, to flick the switch that controlled the setup of mirrors so he could see what and where the not good noise came from. As the mirrors adjusted, the kind of adjustment you would expect would happen from years of therapy, he saw a woman dangling form a piece of rope, or what he assumed to be rope, becasue what else would a woman dangle from. As this image shot through his eyes and into his brain, making the thought process successful. The reusult of said process was, "Wow, a woman dangling". Without anymore thinking he ran, he ran all the way to the gun closet, as that was what he had decided to call the closet that he had come across that was full of guns. He grab two of his favorite guns, and suddenly another thought rambled through the boarder towns of his mind. The thought so clearly seen, like a shiny nickle shinning in a vast space of not shiny things. "I like guns They're shiny".After that thought all possible translations of what happened next were highly plausible.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 07:56 AM
by: back_gammon (1536 Posts in the last 90 days) Registered: Sep 24, 2005
great. I just went back to writing an essay, and now my brain won't work.
LOL I know exactly what you mean. I just tried to write a post for another thread and had to revise it ten times. Thus, clear writing aids clear thinking. Bad writing turns brains to mush.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 08:00 AM
by: thinking_thing (134 Posts in the last 90 days) Registered: Dec 03, 2005 but what delicious mush!I think we've stumbled upon parts of our brains that have been ignored for a very long time.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 08:03 AM
by: back_gammon Yes, and it's so much fun it must be killing millions of brain cells.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 08:22 AM
by: Hatchcrazy
--------------FRUITION THEORY:FRUTOPIA LOST?--------------
''''''''''''''''''Kelvin started the car. It's starter started it. He thought he knew where he was, but that was an illusione. He was supposed to meet him at 15:00 but the clock read 15:16 already. "Where was he?" grumbled Kelvin silently. "I di'dnt come swanning off across the bloody Indian Ocean on some kind of A-team mission to sit in my car and think. The car door opened suddenly. Kelvin's face was a paradox of fear. A portly old man sat down in the car."Are you him?" stumbled Kelvim. "Do I look like a man of faith or a man of science?" portly man said. "A man with answers." yammered Kelvyn "Answers to questions."NEXT: TORT REFORM IN THE SOUTH PACIFIC-----------------or--------------------------"Bali-hai or Bali-low. A missive of hope"
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 08:34 AM
by: libbyrocks05
I can't wait for.....TORT REFORM IN THE SOUTH PACIFIC-----------------or--------------------------"Bali-hai or Bali-low. A missive of hope"
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 09:22 AM
by: NoNicksinExile
"MMMM nothing like good bad stories in the morning to make me happier then the happiest thing ever." Said nonicks with lots of whit as he posted on a thread to bump the thread back up to the top which is what bumping does.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 09:35 AM
by: back_gammon
Shaolin Sawyer and the Lost Kung Fu of Marshall Artz
The eyes of Sawyer saw her before his nose did. That perfume made his senses activate to whatever biggest extent possible for a man on his back. Swinging up to his fullest height, his legs stood firmly while dimpling in that motley way he had that was only his gift. He had known beautiful women, but this was a fire of unknown origin. But with the dimples of Sawyer, he’d soon be smokin' in the boys room. Sawyer patted a pillow cushion inside his little love shack and pointed with his fingers at it. “Hey beautiful, come over here and put your Patsy on the incline.” Still moving past him, Beautiful’s head did not turn. “Well boogie on, then, Raggae woman,” Sawyer’s mind thought to himself. The paperback book on the bed he was reading suddenly blew open…
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 09:38 AM
by: NoNicksinExile
Dude... I totally love reading my bed.
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 09:49 AM
by: captainaeon
The eyes of Sawyer saw her before his nose did.
BG stands for back_gammon and BLOODY GENIUS!!!BRAVO!!!
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 10:07 AM
by: NoNicksinExile
Bedtime For Jackypoo
Jack had had enough with this. Earlier in the day he had gone to talk with Locke, but had found out he had taken a walk in the jungle in order to go hunting. “I’m tired of Locke not listening to my commands.” Jack yelled at Kate who had walked up next to him earlier. “I just want to do what’s best for all of us.” Jack says indicating the group that was there.“Jack, maybe you just need to take a rest. Sleep for a little bit. People need sleep. You’re a person so you need sleep too.” Kate said her face having scrunched up like a really concerned mom. “Damn it Kate, I don’t need sleep. I’m a Dr, we don’t sleep. Haven’t you ever watched ER? Like back when it was good a few years ago?” Asked jack in anger has he jumped down from the log he had climbed on earlier that day. “I guess it was before my time.” Said Kate, as she was slipping jack a drug to make him sleep in the bowl of water she had handed to him a moment before. Water was something Jack really liked to quench his thirst with, so Kate, being crafty and very intelligent, knew he would drink the whole thing. He did, with a slight slurping sound when he had finished.“Why am I starting to feel drugged?” asked Jack who had recognized the feeling from the time Kate had drugged him a while back. He wasn’t very happy with the fact that she would keep drugging him. Still, he found on the island he had grown attached to her, even though she had been a criminal before they had crashed. He probably shouldn’t trust her, he thought, even knowing that he did.“What will I do now…?” Jack muttered softly to only himself, as Kate lowered him down to the ground. She had not understood what he had said, as the drugs had taken hold of Jack who was now sleeping.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 10:44 AM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
Nicky!
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 10:57 AM
by: back_gammon
…Stinging still from Beautiful’s rejection, the sudden opening of the book was not noticed by Sawyer’s eyes. He produced a thought to put salve on his pride, which was a wounded sore upon his heart. “She probably serves steak to men on paper plates.” Ha! His wounded festering sore on his heart was better. The paperbook book had some pages that were continuing blowing back and forth amongst themselves. Looking at the book now, a shiver went up its spine and ran through it. Squinting at the waist to bend over better to read the pages as they flapped around, only one thing stood out: something was pointing in the direction of Darlin’ Beautiful, the mysterious Darlin’ Beautiful. Bent over good, Sawyer’s eyes drank thirstily and sucked at the ice cubes of the tall drink that was the title, which cut deeply, as if something stabbed him in the back with a steak knife. The Lost Kung Fu…
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 11:33 AM
by: Hatchcrazy
TORT REFORM IN THE SOUTH PACIFIC......................OR...............................Bali-hai or Bali-low. A missive of hope''''''''''''''''''''
Locke couldn't believe it. His telephone rang and the news was not good. It was bad. His lawyer had decided that sueing the wlkabout company was fruitless."You're going to have to build your own frutopia now." The lawyer spat. "But how can my humble self dissemble the ramble of the right?" Locke said."There should be re-percussion instruments for this sort of thing!!" Locke said. He realised that he would have to send a major missive to the walkabout about this. He had hope but also a lack of hope about this plan. This plan was faulty because the walkabout was just was just a front company for Dharma that had no back. He decided to take a plane flying into the South Pacific the place not the musical into a place that 'noone' could tell him what he can't do. Or what he can. Whatever.NEXT: MUSICAL CHAIRS: A POLYPHONIC SPREE--------------------OR---------------------------Desmond drats the doldrums
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 11:36 AM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
Great missive!
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 12:05 PM
by: back_gammon
…The feelings of Sawyer had not been this frightened since that time in Memphis when he woke up still drunk on someone’s front lawn wearing a jet black wig, custom chromed Ray Ban’s, and an honorary Marshall’s badge signed by the real Richard Nixon. For a heart stopping minute he thought he had been reincarnated as Elvis Presley, or Cher in full metal jacket leather. Grabbing a bag soon filled by his hands with necessities of the journey to find Darlin’ Beautiful.“Sawyer!” That was the voice of Artz from the beach somewhere.“Sunshine Superman, at your service.” Sawyer quipped. Meanwhile, behind his back, Sawyer’s mind thought “Buzz off, bumblebee.” “Sawyer! This woman needs you down there! Down there!” Further down the beach, Artz’s arm was pointing toward the rocks. “On the rocks! Sawyer! On the double!” Dropping the bag of necessities Darlin’ Beautiful forgotten figuring all that was necessary he had, Sawyer’s firm abs sprinted down the beach. “Well let’s make it a double, on the rocks,” smirked his vigorous running thighs…
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 02:18 PM
by: back_gammon
...Having finished running, the rocks were nearly there. Overhead from somewhere was a sound like wings flapping, or silk rustling. Sawyer’s eyes stopped dead. What?!! How could this be?!! Artz had beat him there!!! And he was talking to Darlin’ Beautiful. OH NO!His unbelieved eyes rolling, Artz and Darlin’ Beautiful motioned for quiet. “Where is the book?” The head of Sawyer experienced something not unfamiliar. It felt something hard and sharp strike--- Waking from a daze, his limbs realized they couldn’t move. He was in a state of paralysis similar to falling down drunk in a place he’d never seen before. His but his but was smelling funny. What did it smell? Where was this? Incense burned, close to his head, all shaved off in a cave. The head of Sawyer looked to discover his clothes were all gone. Now he wore a plain brown wrapper. He didn’t know what else to call it by name. It was sort of a robe, except…
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 03:04 PM
by: Hatchcrazy
MUSICAL CHAIRS: A POLYPHONIC SPREE
---------------------OR--------------------------
Desmond drats the doldrums''''''''''''''''''''''
Desmond pushed back his chair backwards from the desk he had been reading papers. "I won't even make it to Cape Horn with those supplies."he wondered. He had been up all nite readying the boat for his journey and now it seemed it was all for not! Now there were these maps he had found showing a totally b!tchin' shortcut through past Austraylia. His wife battered the door. "Why don't you come out of there who cares aboot a dub owld boot anywhere?" "Quiet Libby!" he ejected "If you knew half as much and again as much as half of that you'd know that it's not the dub owld boot you thought it was! Its special!" He was pretty pleased with his response, and it showed. The boat gleamed and winked in the moonlight as like daylight. Now there was the a problem with a the map. All it said at the bottom was "Do not attempt to use a computer for any...." paper ripped off and that was that jack sprat could eat no fat. Des didn't like that. Wasn't PRU-dent to work from such an unsteady platform. Yea, verily he went to the cupboard but it was bare as usually happen. If he got stuck somewhere he would just use the ol' Devastating Desmond charm and nick out of there before anywho's the wizened. Sure, Libby was unnerved but heck she was always unnerved which always unnerved Betty.
(Partially inspired by the writings of John Lennon 1939-1980)
HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND FANFIC FREAKS!
HATCHCRAZY OUT!
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 03:26 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
Hatchy, you actually made me say, WTF?
Posted: Dec 09 2005 @ 03:34 PM
by: back_gammon
…The keen ears of Sawyer thought they heard something. When his ears thought, Sawyer knew enough to listen. There it was again. Wings flapping. Or. Silk rustling. Standing before him was suddenly Artz and Darlin’ Beautiful. Wearing silk wrappers, all loose and flowing like. So that’s where the sound came from! Duh!“The book, Sawyer. This is about the book.” Seeing Darlin’ Beautiful again, her voice---A big bee came out of nowhere and stung Artz. Artz leaped in the weightless air and swung at the bee with a long sharp sword that stung him. The bee was falling dead as a doorknob and hit the cave floor. Artz slowly settled with that rustling silk sound. “What book is that, Darlin’”?” Sawyer was thinking fast, and his thoughts are thinking faster. Darlin’ Beautiful brought out a plate of tempting delicious cupcakes for Sawyer. She fed some cupcakes to the confused man that she had baked and frosted yesterday. The throat of Sawyer swallowed each bite from her hand. He masticated again and again.But wriggling into a tiny hole in one of the cupcakes, Sawyer spotted a long worm….
Thursday, December 28, 2006
LIONARTist Big Idea Page 4
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 05:33 PM
by: captainaeon
KATE'S LAMENTKate sat staring into the wetness that was the water of the liquid jungle pool. She longed with deep want to tell Jack the truth of her supposed crime. The truth that she, Kate--yes her!--had blowed up her own daddy while he lay passed out in bed with a fiery gas explosion. But what if he, Jack--yes, him!--rejected her, thinking her crime to be not good? Could she handle his pushing away of her? It was too much to comprehend. And beyond her ableness to understand.Kate thought of him now. What was Jack off doing? Where could he be at? All this thinking was making her hungry.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 05:53 PM
by: LA5648
LOOK OUT!" Someone whispered loudly from his secretly placed behind...
His secretly placed behind... oh thats dirty!yep cap and you have a harlequin romance novel in each of you.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 05:58 PM
by: back_gammon
bg--that is some of the funniest writing I have ever read with my eyes and brain.
Should I take that as encouragement to...umh...write more?
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:12 PM
by: back_gammon (1536 Posts in the last 90 days) Registered: Sep 24, 2005
…Charlie whipped around, his body turning slowly, at the direction of the whispering. From a secret place behind, he looked to see, but wasn't seeing anything. Pandemonium was now taking place. All ears having heard the crash, they now needed explaining.And Claire! She was running toward the pandemonium of the people! Straight toward the fallen tree which stood on the ground, on its side, roots in the air….The confusion of Charlie's thinking was growing worser. Turning on the sand, the sound of the whispers came again...
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:28 PM
by: Lost_SoccerGirl23a
here's mine : Claire gets the feeling she's being followed,by who, she didnt know. So Claire throws a rock out into the bushes. "Ow..." with a faint crashing sound, Charlie walks out of the brush. "Knocked me outta a tree with this." Charlie says, showing Claire the rock. "Charlie, were you following me?" "If I was following you why would I be up in a tree?" Claire was just about to answer when a twig breaks somewhere behind them. "Maybe you should use your rock throwing skills..." A crunch comes from directly in back of them this time. They whirl around to see what was going on, but it was too late... to be continued
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:33 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
It was a harsh light. The kind of light you see in a dingy barroom that employs a surly bartender with a heart of gold. The light was shining directly on Sawyer’s wound on his bulging bicep. It was the kind of bulging you see when your uncle consumes too much at the dinner table before he loosens his belt a notch or two. Jack examined the wound, thinking to himself that this was bad, real bad. The kind of bad that happens when you ain’t expecting something bad to happen, but it does. He heard a scuffle of feet behind him. Looking over his shoulder he saw Kate standing there. She was the kind of woman a guy could fall for and fall for hard. Hard, like the look you get from the surly bartender with a heart gold in the dingy barroom.Kate was wondering what Jack was thinking about as he looked at her. She wondered like a child wonders what makes the sky blue and the grass green. She took a step towards him and saw the hurt in his eyes. He knew. He had to know how she felt about Sawyer. That she had fallen for him hard and fast. Like a drunk falls for a bottle of scotch. Forget the ice cubes.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:35 PM
by: back_gammon
…Leaving the pandemonium of the fallen tree, Charlie's head moved in the direction of a sound he thought he heard.His eyes locked onto Claire's even though they were separated by the pandemonium for a brief, romantic moment of feeling each other on the sandy beach. But. It would be dark soon. Charlie jerked his eyes away from Claire's big ones, and he forced himself to look at the surrounding areas. All the rocks were over there, Charlie's thoughts told him. The whispering sound might have come from behind the rocks. Having heard the sound, it now needed following....
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:36 PM
by: back_gammon
Jack examined the wound, thinking to himself that this was bad, real bad. The kind of bad that happens when you ain’t expecting something bad to happen, but it does.
LOL Noir dime novels rule!
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:40 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
I know! They're so bad they're good.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:40 PM
by: captainaeon
Noir du jour!
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:42 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
I think we need a Bad LOST Fan Fic Blog.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:45 PM
by: captainaeon
The thoughts in my brain agree with your words.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:46 PM
by: thinking_thing
She was the kind of woman a guy could fall for and fall for hard. Hard, like the look you get from the surly bartender with a heart gold in the dingy barroom.
I thought the point was to write badly?! That was just brilliant!
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:47 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
I thought the point was to write badly?! That was just brilliant!
I'm trying.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:55 PM
by: captainsandwich
i didn't realize there was an asshat outpost. Jin felt nervous. He was hearing his name, but he didn't know why. He was in a foreign land, in a foreign place, but how did they know his name. He had flown across the globe to deliver the watch. His instructions, meet the man with the red hat at the Tanqueray tasting event at the bar at Vitellos. But why? Why was everyone saying his name.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:59 PM
by: captainaeon
LOCKE'S ADVENTURELocke moved through the jungle-like trees like a panther man. Nary a squish did his feet in his shoes make as his legs walked him with quiet strides along the path of his soon to be dinner. Locke waxed his philosophical as he tracked his juicy prey. Now, a boar walking on four legs but soon roasted meat parts, served up with a side of mango slaw. It was the way of the jungle.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 07:02 PM
by: hurleys_girl (
Coming soon: My Season Two FanficEp 1. Asshat of Science, Asshat of Faith Ep 2. Adrift With The Haunted See MonsterEp 3. DisorientationEp 4. Everybody Hates AaronEp 5. ..Herion FoundEp 6. Abandoned and Left For DeadEp 7. The Other 48 SecondsEp 8. Ecoli-isionEp 9. Who Kate Did
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 07:12 PM
by: back_gammon
…Running across the sand to where the pebbles began, the rocks shifted beneath the shoes he wore, and the balance of Charlie was no more. Before he knew it, he saw medium sized rocks piled near a boulder. Bam! He fell. Piled near the big boulder, he found himself looking at the sky over on his back.“LOOK OUT!” the whispering again. Closer this time. Charlie blinked blood and sand from his eyes on his back. And tears. Yes tears. The eyes which only moments before had locked as one with Claire’s and moved, yes moved, romantically, his heart and hers across time and space toward each other as if drawn by animal magnetism…Stop it. He blinked back the tears, for he felt his eyes had betrayed him.“Look out....” Softer now. Further away.Moving into the trees now, the sound growing fainter, Charlie roused himself and was leaping to follow it, limping, tears and blood streaming down his face with the headwound…
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 07:22 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock (4501 Posts in the last 90 days) Registered: Mar 23, 2005
Charlie was a git and he knew it. Knew it deep down in the recesses of his mangy mind. Bloody rock-god had fallen and fallen hard. Fallen, like his arches. Now he had to wear Scholls’ arch supports in his poncy shoes. He shook himself from his reverie and looked askance at Claire.Claire walked away, quickly. Quickly, like her boyfriend left her pregnant and alone. The little runt wouldn’t leave her alone. He kept taking off with her baby. One day he took Turniphead without telling her and she was forced to run around screaming, “A wacko took my baaabyyy!”
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 07:47 PM
by: back_gammon
…Running after the whispers, Charlie limped into the jungle. He felt inside his pants pocket for a while until he found what he was seeking for but it took him a while. There. He pulled out a pair of glasses no one knew but him about. Rain began to fall and all the jungle leaves was getting wet and glisteny. Rounding a corner, near a stream, a really big horse was seen by the eyes of Charlie wearing the glasses, without which he had never been seen.Charlie was staring at the big horse wearing glasses by the stream.“Go back, Charlie…Go back....” Charlie’s head shook in confusion of the sounds his ears were listening to. Did they come from the jungle? The horse? Or his own deepest fears…“Charlie?” It was Claire! Right behind him! Oh no! He grabbed the glasses from before his eyes, but she had seen too much and the glasses didn't help. She ran.The big horse snorted and pawed the ground. Once, twice. Sounding like a drum. "Claire?" Chasing and calling, she ran into the jungle. "Claire! Stop!" But she didn't as the horse bolted itself behind her, and Charlie too.Driving them further into the jungle, the big horse galloped, riderless, driving them into the darkness of the jungle at night, as only a jungle can be dark at night, yet with a knowing sureness of foot that made Charlie's neck shiver with the feeling of hairs raising up all by themselves...
by: captainaeon
KATE'S LAMENTKate sat staring into the wetness that was the water of the liquid jungle pool. She longed with deep want to tell Jack the truth of her supposed crime. The truth that she, Kate--yes her!--had blowed up her own daddy while he lay passed out in bed with a fiery gas explosion. But what if he, Jack--yes, him!--rejected her, thinking her crime to be not good? Could she handle his pushing away of her? It was too much to comprehend. And beyond her ableness to understand.Kate thought of him now. What was Jack off doing? Where could he be at? All this thinking was making her hungry.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 05:53 PM
by: LA5648
LOOK OUT!" Someone whispered loudly from his secretly placed behind...
His secretly placed behind... oh thats dirty!yep cap and you have a harlequin romance novel in each of you.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 05:58 PM
by: back_gammon
bg--that is some of the funniest writing I have ever read with my eyes and brain.
Should I take that as encouragement to...umh...write more?
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:12 PM
by: back_gammon (1536 Posts in the last 90 days) Registered: Sep 24, 2005
…Charlie whipped around, his body turning slowly, at the direction of the whispering. From a secret place behind, he looked to see, but wasn't seeing anything. Pandemonium was now taking place. All ears having heard the crash, they now needed explaining.And Claire! She was running toward the pandemonium of the people! Straight toward the fallen tree which stood on the ground, on its side, roots in the air….The confusion of Charlie's thinking was growing worser. Turning on the sand, the sound of the whispers came again...
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:28 PM
by: Lost_SoccerGirl23a
here's mine : Claire gets the feeling she's being followed,by who, she didnt know. So Claire throws a rock out into the bushes. "Ow..." with a faint crashing sound, Charlie walks out of the brush. "Knocked me outta a tree with this." Charlie says, showing Claire the rock. "Charlie, were you following me?" "If I was following you why would I be up in a tree?" Claire was just about to answer when a twig breaks somewhere behind them. "Maybe you should use your rock throwing skills..." A crunch comes from directly in back of them this time. They whirl around to see what was going on, but it was too late... to be continued
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:33 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
It was a harsh light. The kind of light you see in a dingy barroom that employs a surly bartender with a heart of gold. The light was shining directly on Sawyer’s wound on his bulging bicep. It was the kind of bulging you see when your uncle consumes too much at the dinner table before he loosens his belt a notch or two. Jack examined the wound, thinking to himself that this was bad, real bad. The kind of bad that happens when you ain’t expecting something bad to happen, but it does. He heard a scuffle of feet behind him. Looking over his shoulder he saw Kate standing there. She was the kind of woman a guy could fall for and fall for hard. Hard, like the look you get from the surly bartender with a heart gold in the dingy barroom.Kate was wondering what Jack was thinking about as he looked at her. She wondered like a child wonders what makes the sky blue and the grass green. She took a step towards him and saw the hurt in his eyes. He knew. He had to know how she felt about Sawyer. That she had fallen for him hard and fast. Like a drunk falls for a bottle of scotch. Forget the ice cubes.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:35 PM
by: back_gammon
…Leaving the pandemonium of the fallen tree, Charlie's head moved in the direction of a sound he thought he heard.His eyes locked onto Claire's even though they were separated by the pandemonium for a brief, romantic moment of feeling each other on the sandy beach. But. It would be dark soon. Charlie jerked his eyes away from Claire's big ones, and he forced himself to look at the surrounding areas. All the rocks were over there, Charlie's thoughts told him. The whispering sound might have come from behind the rocks. Having heard the sound, it now needed following....
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:36 PM
by: back_gammon
Jack examined the wound, thinking to himself that this was bad, real bad. The kind of bad that happens when you ain’t expecting something bad to happen, but it does.
LOL Noir dime novels rule!
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:40 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
I know! They're so bad they're good.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:40 PM
by: captainaeon
Noir du jour!
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:42 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
I think we need a Bad LOST Fan Fic Blog.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:45 PM
by: captainaeon
The thoughts in my brain agree with your words.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:46 PM
by: thinking_thing
She was the kind of woman a guy could fall for and fall for hard. Hard, like the look you get from the surly bartender with a heart gold in the dingy barroom.
I thought the point was to write badly?! That was just brilliant!
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:47 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
I thought the point was to write badly?! That was just brilliant!
I'm trying.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:55 PM
by: captainsandwich
i didn't realize there was an asshat outpost. Jin felt nervous. He was hearing his name, but he didn't know why. He was in a foreign land, in a foreign place, but how did they know his name. He had flown across the globe to deliver the watch. His instructions, meet the man with the red hat at the Tanqueray tasting event at the bar at Vitellos. But why? Why was everyone saying his name.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 06:59 PM
by: captainaeon
LOCKE'S ADVENTURELocke moved through the jungle-like trees like a panther man. Nary a squish did his feet in his shoes make as his legs walked him with quiet strides along the path of his soon to be dinner. Locke waxed his philosophical as he tracked his juicy prey. Now, a boar walking on four legs but soon roasted meat parts, served up with a side of mango slaw. It was the way of the jungle.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 07:02 PM
by: hurleys_girl (
Coming soon: My Season Two FanficEp 1. Asshat of Science, Asshat of Faith Ep 2. Adrift With The Haunted See MonsterEp 3. DisorientationEp 4. Everybody Hates AaronEp 5. ..Herion FoundEp 6. Abandoned and Left For DeadEp 7. The Other 48 SecondsEp 8. Ecoli-isionEp 9. Who Kate Did
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 07:12 PM
by: back_gammon
…Running across the sand to where the pebbles began, the rocks shifted beneath the shoes he wore, and the balance of Charlie was no more. Before he knew it, he saw medium sized rocks piled near a boulder. Bam! He fell. Piled near the big boulder, he found himself looking at the sky over on his back.“LOOK OUT!” the whispering again. Closer this time. Charlie blinked blood and sand from his eyes on his back. And tears. Yes tears. The eyes which only moments before had locked as one with Claire’s and moved, yes moved, romantically, his heart and hers across time and space toward each other as if drawn by animal magnetism…Stop it. He blinked back the tears, for he felt his eyes had betrayed him.“Look out....” Softer now. Further away.Moving into the trees now, the sound growing fainter, Charlie roused himself and was leaping to follow it, limping, tears and blood streaming down his face with the headwound…
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 07:22 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock (4501 Posts in the last 90 days) Registered: Mar 23, 2005
Charlie was a git and he knew it. Knew it deep down in the recesses of his mangy mind. Bloody rock-god had fallen and fallen hard. Fallen, like his arches. Now he had to wear Scholls’ arch supports in his poncy shoes. He shook himself from his reverie and looked askance at Claire.Claire walked away, quickly. Quickly, like her boyfriend left her pregnant and alone. The little runt wouldn’t leave her alone. He kept taking off with her baby. One day he took Turniphead without telling her and she was forced to run around screaming, “A wacko took my baaabyyy!”
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 07:47 PM
by: back_gammon
…Running after the whispers, Charlie limped into the jungle. He felt inside his pants pocket for a while until he found what he was seeking for but it took him a while. There. He pulled out a pair of glasses no one knew but him about. Rain began to fall and all the jungle leaves was getting wet and glisteny. Rounding a corner, near a stream, a really big horse was seen by the eyes of Charlie wearing the glasses, without which he had never been seen.Charlie was staring at the big horse wearing glasses by the stream.“Go back, Charlie…Go back....” Charlie’s head shook in confusion of the sounds his ears were listening to. Did they come from the jungle? The horse? Or his own deepest fears…“Charlie?” It was Claire! Right behind him! Oh no! He grabbed the glasses from before his eyes, but she had seen too much and the glasses didn't help. She ran.The big horse snorted and pawed the ground. Once, twice. Sounding like a drum. "Claire?" Chasing and calling, she ran into the jungle. "Claire! Stop!" But she didn't as the horse bolted itself behind her, and Charlie too.Driving them further into the jungle, the big horse galloped, riderless, driving them into the darkness of the jungle at night, as only a jungle can be dark at night, yet with a knowing sureness of foot that made Charlie's neck shiver with the feeling of hairs raising up all by themselves...
LIONARTist Big Idea Page 3
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 02:21 PM
by: dhinged
Jack saw the mirror as he almost got down the hatch-pipe after tying a rope to his waist to lower himself down. He was afraid Kate had already gone down the hatch, which was why he was down here in the first place. He didn't see any sign of Kate, but that might have been her shoes which he saw laying on the ground facing perpindicular to his viewing point of the shoes, just past the mirror. He pulled out a flashlight, which was black and gave off a bright white light that luminositied the entire place, including the walls, the ground, and the other ceiling above. He saw a painting, which reminded him of the fingerpainting he did as a child in kindergarten school. It looked just like a child's painting. The number "108" scrawled across it flamboyantly like a well-known painter had painted it using crazy strokes with a messy paint brush, that wasn't too big but wasn't too small either; just the right size. As he walked down the hallway, he was scared as he kept seeing the things on the walls and around him. He saw a giant black metal thing in the wall which he saw, which attracted the key around his neck like a bird to a bird-call. He wasn't sure whether to panic and run like hell or just look at the wall, looking for some sign of a door handle or a key. He found no key so he left and walked again down the hall, looking for something, anything, that might be Kate down the hall. Whatever it was he sensed, he thought it might be his third-sense looking for something that he could never find. He was shocked when the music played, and rotated his gun around as he looked on in shock and saw nobody there. He knew the music was there, but couldn't find anybody. Suddenly he turned around and a computer was standing there, as he walked right up to it and inspected it with his glowing flashlight. The computer had an "Execute" button, but he wasn't willing to push it as it was flashing green and you couldn't type any text into it. Suddenly the music stopped, but this wasn't the end of his adventure, as a guy said "Hold it right there, brutha" and Jack flipped around and saw Locke standing there staring at him. The strange thing about Locke was that he was facing Jack, but behind him and to the left was a guy holding a pistol out from his arm, with the rest of him behind a wall. The pistol was pointed at the top of Locke's head. Jack pulled his pistol out, which he brought with him from a suitcase he found buried in the sand from a Marshall who had locked it and they couldn't find the key except for digging up the body which Kate tried to steal and she wanted the little airplane. It's amazing she found that airplane at all because the fire marshall had kept it in his bag which was located on top of the luggage rack and hit him in the head. That was all in the past now because Jack knew that Locke had a gun pointed to his head now. And Jacke could do nothing about it. Except pull out his gun and point it at the guy holding the gun behind Locke. "Drop the gun or I'll blow a hole in his head!" Said a voice behind the gun. Locke kept staring. Jacke wanted to know where Kate was so he said "Where is Kate!" The guy said "Drop it bloody brother or I'll blow his head off!" Too bad Jacke had the gun because he wouldn't drop it. He just wanted to shoot whoever had the gun. Locke said "It's not worth it", and Jacke said "Is this what you wanted?" and Locke said nothing and then Jacke said "All roads end here?" Locke was confused and started shaking his head, but it didn't do him any good because the guy behind the other gun came out and said "You don't want me to kill him do you brutha?" and Jack knew who it was. It was Desmond, who he met while jogging up stairs while Desmond was. Desmond was jogging and saw Jack and they both met and Jack says "You're running around the world heh?" and Desmond says "Yes, it's a polar express race, and you should lift it up". "Huh?" Jacke says, and Desmond says "Lift her up". at which point Jack nods his head and now he recognizes him in the hatch. "You." Jack says. THE END
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 02:24 PM
by: libbyrocks05
He pulled out a flashlight, which was black and gave off a bright white light that luminositied the entire place, including the walls, the ground, and the other ceiling above. He saw a painting, which reminded him of the fingerpainting he did as a child in kindergarten school. It looked just like a child's painting. The number "108" scrawled across it flamboyantly like a well-known painter had painted it using crazy strokes with a messy paint brush, that wasn't too big but wasn't too small either; just the right size. This is priceless....ROFLMAO.luminositied is that a word?????
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 02:37 PM
by: Hatchcrazy
Know why I love this thread? It's all the stuff my writing teachers told me NOT to do."luminositied" ROTFLMAO!!!!!
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 02:39 PM
by: LIONARTist
I always thought it was "Luminositized".
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 02:44 PM
by: Hatchcrazy
I always thought it was "Luminositized".
You're thinking of "Lumina-sitized"The act of being trapped in a Chevy Lumina.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 02:47 PM
by: LIONARTist
Hey! Don't laugh. That actually happened to me once. I had to eat the interior and drink my own urine.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 02:51 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock (4501 Posts in the last 90 days) Registered: Mar 23, 2005
Hey! Don't laugh. That actually happened to me once. I had to eat the interior and drink my own urine.
Isn't that par for the course with all Lumina owners?
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:12 PM
by: back_gammon
Having Heard the Sound, It Now Needed Following
The blonde hair of Claire bounced silently in the sunshine of which there was too much since it landed on the island without anyone knowing where they were.“Oh,” Claire exclaimed! The one syllable word ejected from her mouth like a calm and well rested test pilot in a fast roaring jet from the government. Charlie told his eyes to feast hungrily, as if no one could see him at the mouth of Claire. They did.“Claire, what is it?” he inquired with a loud sigh that was sounding to his ears like both had come together and meeting on top of his head. He was turning his neck and his head followed it to see something else. Shannon was walking the dog in a short skirt. “Hair brushes, Charlie. Did you find any hairbrushes?” Claire’s hair was the best in the land. It had survived everything of consequence with no problem of passing every test of her truest beauty. The thoughts of Charlie suddenly remembered something right about then…...The dying wishes of his grandmother who was living in Bristol...
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:15 PM
by: captainaeon
Shannon was walking the dog in a short skirt.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:16 PM
by: LIONARTist
I loved it. Very bad indeed. I think Hatch will be wanting to sign you up.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:17 PM
by: LIONARTist
Shannon was walking the dog in a short skirt. How that dog got into that skirt, I'll never know.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:20 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
Clash of the Titus
Ana-Lucia looked up from the knife she was buffing to a fine sheen. It was Libby that had been making that grunting noise. Ana-Lucia turned ninety degrees and shot her a look that could kill. Fortunately, Libby was wearing a Kevlar vest. But, she thought it best to stop with the grunting noises; after all it wasn’t that important that she shave both her legs. She shot Ana-Lucia a darting look. Fortunately, Ana-Lucia was wearing a dartboard across her chest. Libby’s shot missed the bull’s eye so she was only awarded five points.Ana-Lucia decided that it was time to talk to Libby about the “INCIDENT”. After removing the dartboard from her chest, she walked right up to Libby’s trench and aggitatedly said, “I have a bone to pick with you.” Vincent, who was a few miles away but had amazing hearing abilities, perked up. Meanwhile, Libby put down her Lady Shick razor and climbed out of her trench, yelling back to the French troops, “Les garcons, vous restez ici et gardez les mangues.” They answered back, “Oui.” Ana-Lucia backed up, as French language speakers was the only thing in this rotten world that frightened her. Libby advanced on Ana-Lucia with stern intent written all over face. Ana-Lucia, trying to appease Libby-the-French-speaker, handed Libby a handkerchief to wipe the stern intent from her face. The French troops spotting this gesture mistook it for an act of aggression against the mangoes they were guarding and aimed the trebuchet at Ana-Lucia killing her dead, deader than a doornail.Libby whirled around 180 degrees and realized she had turned too far and then whirled around ninety degrees. She shot the French troops a darting glance killing them all because they had neglected to wear their dartboards that day.The End
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:28 PM
by: LIONARTist
I have to admit, the French-speaking part scared me a little.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:29 PM
by: LIONARTist
We must save this thread and mold all the stories into one cohesive book. It'll sell millions. MILLIONS I TELL YA!!!
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:30 PM
by: mistressshake
Claire stared at Locke, she was unsure about what he was proposing, that she should come into the jungle with him, not that they should get married, although later on this is even funnier because Charlie thinks there something going on between them. So she got up, when Locke offered her his hand to lift her up, and followed him into the jungle where he said he would put her to work. That was strange because she was 8 and a half months pregnant and probably shouldn’t be doing any type of labor, other than the kind where she’d have the baby. 8 was also one of the numbers that everyone is always talking about, but they’re talking about it later because at this point in the story no one knows about them yet but Hurley, and he says they’re bad.When they get to the jungle, Locke begins cutting down trees and talking to Claire on light topics. Claire appreciates Locke’s attempt to make her feel comfortable, and even though she is a bit wary, since she’s just let a near stranger drag her into the deep foliage without letting anyone know where she is going, she gives him a small smile, the kind she saves for people she is humoring, like when she went to a psychic and she thought he was full of it, but then it turns out he was just trying to kill her because there is some weird thing about her baby, which she doesn’t even really want, but he gave her back her money which she used to buy those curtains.All day goes by and Locke and Claire are still doing something with these sticks and twigs and she can’t really tell what it is they are doing, but she’s grateful that she’s no longer sawing away on these branches because even though she got to sit down, it sure felt like manual labor, which she shouldn’t be doing because she’s very pregnant and with all of the trauma, from when there was a plane crash and an explosion and she was hurled through the air with a guy named Hurley, she’s in a fragile state.It’s been getting dark for a while and Locke is still making polite conversation, even though a lot of times it seems like he’s trying to make some huge point or other and she never seems to catch on until he reveals his true intentions at the end. Claire tells Locke it is her birthday, secretly hoping for some attention because she’s been pretty neglected since her boyfriend left and a little sympathy would be great, especially since they’ve been on this island for a while now and the only person willing to wait on her hand and foot is Charlie, and the service is awesome but he’s just not that hot. Locke tells Claire that its good luck for her birthday to be close to the baby’s, and she can’t really imagine why that would be so she smiles that smile again and hopes that something else will happen soon to break the tension in the air. When nothing happens she realizes that she wants to know what it is they’ve been making all day, its surely some kind of weapon or a boat to get them all off the island, so she just blurts out the question accidentally letting some of her frustration leak out, as well as a bit of gas. Locke wishes her happy birthday and turns the object they’ve been working on all day upside down, which doesn’t make any sense at all. It really did look like some sort of table and exactly what good would a table be if you had to place your item down in it instead of on top of it. Claire suddenly realizes that Locke has been making a cradle all day long, for the baby and she gives him a big genuine smile as thanks, though hiding the fact that she’s sore she had to help make her own birthday present.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:39 PM
by: Hatchcrazy
We must save this thread and mold all the stories into one cohesive book. It'll sell millions. MILLIONS I TELL YA!!!
I think we should all get a chapter to write.Mine will be called "A treatise on Bio-Electronic Wavelengths." and it will mostly concern Charlie partying with his band.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:43 PM
by: back_gammon
...Charlie had been eavesdropping and overheard that his Grandmother intended to throw a surprise party for him outside her kitchen window.But she was forever dead now, Charlie remembered, that he was alive, and, so however, was Claire’s hair. And she wanted a brush. He stood up to go, sand scattering and searching for one or more with bristles.While walking down the beach, a tree began to fall…
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:51 PM
by: back_gammon
That's it from me. I can't misplace or dangle any more modifiers on an empty stomach.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 04:01 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
Dangling participles are good if you melt cheese on them.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 04:33 PM
by: back_gammon
...Without looking to see the tree, his feet ran.All the ears on the beach were on the tree now, as it crashed. Charlie just made it in time. Out of the way of the tree that all the ears were on. "OH" ! Running up the beach came the sound of Claire's exclamation. Charlie thought it sounded like a gentle breeze between both his ears. "Charlie," are you all right? Claire questioned him in that way she did."LOOK OUT!" Someone whispered loudly from his secretly placed behind...
by: dhinged
Jack saw the mirror as he almost got down the hatch-pipe after tying a rope to his waist to lower himself down. He was afraid Kate had already gone down the hatch, which was why he was down here in the first place. He didn't see any sign of Kate, but that might have been her shoes which he saw laying on the ground facing perpindicular to his viewing point of the shoes, just past the mirror. He pulled out a flashlight, which was black and gave off a bright white light that luminositied the entire place, including the walls, the ground, and the other ceiling above. He saw a painting, which reminded him of the fingerpainting he did as a child in kindergarten school. It looked just like a child's painting. The number "108" scrawled across it flamboyantly like a well-known painter had painted it using crazy strokes with a messy paint brush, that wasn't too big but wasn't too small either; just the right size. As he walked down the hallway, he was scared as he kept seeing the things on the walls and around him. He saw a giant black metal thing in the wall which he saw, which attracted the key around his neck like a bird to a bird-call. He wasn't sure whether to panic and run like hell or just look at the wall, looking for some sign of a door handle or a key. He found no key so he left and walked again down the hall, looking for something, anything, that might be Kate down the hall. Whatever it was he sensed, he thought it might be his third-sense looking for something that he could never find. He was shocked when the music played, and rotated his gun around as he looked on in shock and saw nobody there. He knew the music was there, but couldn't find anybody. Suddenly he turned around and a computer was standing there, as he walked right up to it and inspected it with his glowing flashlight. The computer had an "Execute" button, but he wasn't willing to push it as it was flashing green and you couldn't type any text into it. Suddenly the music stopped, but this wasn't the end of his adventure, as a guy said "Hold it right there, brutha" and Jack flipped around and saw Locke standing there staring at him. The strange thing about Locke was that he was facing Jack, but behind him and to the left was a guy holding a pistol out from his arm, with the rest of him behind a wall. The pistol was pointed at the top of Locke's head. Jack pulled his pistol out, which he brought with him from a suitcase he found buried in the sand from a Marshall who had locked it and they couldn't find the key except for digging up the body which Kate tried to steal and she wanted the little airplane. It's amazing she found that airplane at all because the fire marshall had kept it in his bag which was located on top of the luggage rack and hit him in the head. That was all in the past now because Jack knew that Locke had a gun pointed to his head now. And Jacke could do nothing about it. Except pull out his gun and point it at the guy holding the gun behind Locke. "Drop the gun or I'll blow a hole in his head!" Said a voice behind the gun. Locke kept staring. Jacke wanted to know where Kate was so he said "Where is Kate!" The guy said "Drop it bloody brother or I'll blow his head off!" Too bad Jacke had the gun because he wouldn't drop it. He just wanted to shoot whoever had the gun. Locke said "It's not worth it", and Jacke said "Is this what you wanted?" and Locke said nothing and then Jacke said "All roads end here?" Locke was confused and started shaking his head, but it didn't do him any good because the guy behind the other gun came out and said "You don't want me to kill him do you brutha?" and Jack knew who it was. It was Desmond, who he met while jogging up stairs while Desmond was. Desmond was jogging and saw Jack and they both met and Jack says "You're running around the world heh?" and Desmond says "Yes, it's a polar express race, and you should lift it up". "Huh?" Jacke says, and Desmond says "Lift her up". at which point Jack nods his head and now he recognizes him in the hatch. "You." Jack says. THE END
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 02:24 PM
by: libbyrocks05
He pulled out a flashlight, which was black and gave off a bright white light that luminositied the entire place, including the walls, the ground, and the other ceiling above. He saw a painting, which reminded him of the fingerpainting he did as a child in kindergarten school. It looked just like a child's painting. The number "108" scrawled across it flamboyantly like a well-known painter had painted it using crazy strokes with a messy paint brush, that wasn't too big but wasn't too small either; just the right size. This is priceless....ROFLMAO.luminositied is that a word?????
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 02:37 PM
by: Hatchcrazy
Know why I love this thread? It's all the stuff my writing teachers told me NOT to do."luminositied" ROTFLMAO!!!!!
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 02:39 PM
by: LIONARTist
I always thought it was "Luminositized".
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 02:44 PM
by: Hatchcrazy
I always thought it was "Luminositized".
You're thinking of "Lumina-sitized"The act of being trapped in a Chevy Lumina.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 02:47 PM
by: LIONARTist
Hey! Don't laugh. That actually happened to me once. I had to eat the interior and drink my own urine.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 02:51 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock (4501 Posts in the last 90 days) Registered: Mar 23, 2005
Hey! Don't laugh. That actually happened to me once. I had to eat the interior and drink my own urine.
Isn't that par for the course with all Lumina owners?
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:12 PM
by: back_gammon
Having Heard the Sound, It Now Needed Following
The blonde hair of Claire bounced silently in the sunshine of which there was too much since it landed on the island without anyone knowing where they were.“Oh,” Claire exclaimed! The one syllable word ejected from her mouth like a calm and well rested test pilot in a fast roaring jet from the government. Charlie told his eyes to feast hungrily, as if no one could see him at the mouth of Claire. They did.“Claire, what is it?” he inquired with a loud sigh that was sounding to his ears like both had come together and meeting on top of his head. He was turning his neck and his head followed it to see something else. Shannon was walking the dog in a short skirt. “Hair brushes, Charlie. Did you find any hairbrushes?” Claire’s hair was the best in the land. It had survived everything of consequence with no problem of passing every test of her truest beauty. The thoughts of Charlie suddenly remembered something right about then…...The dying wishes of his grandmother who was living in Bristol...
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:15 PM
by: captainaeon
Shannon was walking the dog in a short skirt.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:16 PM
by: LIONARTist
I loved it. Very bad indeed. I think Hatch will be wanting to sign you up.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:17 PM
by: LIONARTist
Shannon was walking the dog in a short skirt. How that dog got into that skirt, I'll never know.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:20 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
Clash of the Titus
Ana-Lucia looked up from the knife she was buffing to a fine sheen. It was Libby that had been making that grunting noise. Ana-Lucia turned ninety degrees and shot her a look that could kill. Fortunately, Libby was wearing a Kevlar vest. But, she thought it best to stop with the grunting noises; after all it wasn’t that important that she shave both her legs. She shot Ana-Lucia a darting look. Fortunately, Ana-Lucia was wearing a dartboard across her chest. Libby’s shot missed the bull’s eye so she was only awarded five points.Ana-Lucia decided that it was time to talk to Libby about the “INCIDENT”. After removing the dartboard from her chest, she walked right up to Libby’s trench and aggitatedly said, “I have a bone to pick with you.” Vincent, who was a few miles away but had amazing hearing abilities, perked up. Meanwhile, Libby put down her Lady Shick razor and climbed out of her trench, yelling back to the French troops, “Les garcons, vous restez ici et gardez les mangues.” They answered back, “Oui.” Ana-Lucia backed up, as French language speakers was the only thing in this rotten world that frightened her. Libby advanced on Ana-Lucia with stern intent written all over face. Ana-Lucia, trying to appease Libby-the-French-speaker, handed Libby a handkerchief to wipe the stern intent from her face. The French troops spotting this gesture mistook it for an act of aggression against the mangoes they were guarding and aimed the trebuchet at Ana-Lucia killing her dead, deader than a doornail.Libby whirled around 180 degrees and realized she had turned too far and then whirled around ninety degrees. She shot the French troops a darting glance killing them all because they had neglected to wear their dartboards that day.The End
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:28 PM
by: LIONARTist
I have to admit, the French-speaking part scared me a little.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:29 PM
by: LIONARTist
We must save this thread and mold all the stories into one cohesive book. It'll sell millions. MILLIONS I TELL YA!!!
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:30 PM
by: mistressshake
Claire stared at Locke, she was unsure about what he was proposing, that she should come into the jungle with him, not that they should get married, although later on this is even funnier because Charlie thinks there something going on between them. So she got up, when Locke offered her his hand to lift her up, and followed him into the jungle where he said he would put her to work. That was strange because she was 8 and a half months pregnant and probably shouldn’t be doing any type of labor, other than the kind where she’d have the baby. 8 was also one of the numbers that everyone is always talking about, but they’re talking about it later because at this point in the story no one knows about them yet but Hurley, and he says they’re bad.When they get to the jungle, Locke begins cutting down trees and talking to Claire on light topics. Claire appreciates Locke’s attempt to make her feel comfortable, and even though she is a bit wary, since she’s just let a near stranger drag her into the deep foliage without letting anyone know where she is going, she gives him a small smile, the kind she saves for people she is humoring, like when she went to a psychic and she thought he was full of it, but then it turns out he was just trying to kill her because there is some weird thing about her baby, which she doesn’t even really want, but he gave her back her money which she used to buy those curtains.All day goes by and Locke and Claire are still doing something with these sticks and twigs and she can’t really tell what it is they are doing, but she’s grateful that she’s no longer sawing away on these branches because even though she got to sit down, it sure felt like manual labor, which she shouldn’t be doing because she’s very pregnant and with all of the trauma, from when there was a plane crash and an explosion and she was hurled through the air with a guy named Hurley, she’s in a fragile state.It’s been getting dark for a while and Locke is still making polite conversation, even though a lot of times it seems like he’s trying to make some huge point or other and she never seems to catch on until he reveals his true intentions at the end. Claire tells Locke it is her birthday, secretly hoping for some attention because she’s been pretty neglected since her boyfriend left and a little sympathy would be great, especially since they’ve been on this island for a while now and the only person willing to wait on her hand and foot is Charlie, and the service is awesome but he’s just not that hot. Locke tells Claire that its good luck for her birthday to be close to the baby’s, and she can’t really imagine why that would be so she smiles that smile again and hopes that something else will happen soon to break the tension in the air. When nothing happens she realizes that she wants to know what it is they’ve been making all day, its surely some kind of weapon or a boat to get them all off the island, so she just blurts out the question accidentally letting some of her frustration leak out, as well as a bit of gas. Locke wishes her happy birthday and turns the object they’ve been working on all day upside down, which doesn’t make any sense at all. It really did look like some sort of table and exactly what good would a table be if you had to place your item down in it instead of on top of it. Claire suddenly realizes that Locke has been making a cradle all day long, for the baby and she gives him a big genuine smile as thanks, though hiding the fact that she’s sore she had to help make her own birthday present.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:39 PM
by: Hatchcrazy
We must save this thread and mold all the stories into one cohesive book. It'll sell millions. MILLIONS I TELL YA!!!
I think we should all get a chapter to write.Mine will be called "A treatise on Bio-Electronic Wavelengths." and it will mostly concern Charlie partying with his band.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:43 PM
by: back_gammon
...Charlie had been eavesdropping and overheard that his Grandmother intended to throw a surprise party for him outside her kitchen window.But she was forever dead now, Charlie remembered, that he was alive, and, so however, was Claire’s hair. And she wanted a brush. He stood up to go, sand scattering and searching for one or more with bristles.While walking down the beach, a tree began to fall…
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 03:51 PM
by: back_gammon
That's it from me. I can't misplace or dangle any more modifiers on an empty stomach.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 04:01 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
Dangling participles are good if you melt cheese on them.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 04:33 PM
by: back_gammon
...Without looking to see the tree, his feet ran.All the ears on the beach were on the tree now, as it crashed. Charlie just made it in time. Out of the way of the tree that all the ears were on. "OH" ! Running up the beach came the sound of Claire's exclamation. Charlie thought it sounded like a gentle breeze between both his ears. "Charlie," are you all right? Claire questioned him in that way she did."LOOK OUT!" Someone whispered loudly from his secretly placed behind...
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Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 12:38 PM
by: captainaeon
The seriousness of your humor makes me laugh indubitably
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 12:38 PM
by: NoNicksinExile
What LION really meant:To be good the way, that center being enormous to vengeance in his, however how doing, the calm person, jack, and Kate which were pulled. "If the large person where it is said it is not very careful," it does not become. "She possesses the sickness". The jack was in impact and confusion. So, so, that he lost that grip of Kate, the large stone and murder where therefore she lowered directly with sluggishly the external wound of power of the worst change, hit her time it is. "Is that and fair. As for her dying in you, as for me JOOP "the jack is already shown afterwards it was the person who dressed the enormous funnily clothes which are found. Although the jack died and was attached unseemly of Kate and directly she was love of that life, you had forgotten. According to something which "is meant speech as for the sickness? "
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 12:40 PM
by: NoNicksinExile
Or:The very large, nevertheless somehow light man with vengeance in its heart, the pulled Jack to it and the Kate in addition. "you must take care much", the large said chap. "it has the illness". Jack was in the impact and in the fright. As much so, he lost his grasp on Kate and her fell completely thrashes and struck any large rock, thus toetung her by stump strength trauma of the worst multiplicity. "it is also quite. It was dead to you and I already "said the very large funnily dressed man, who became later Jack called Mr. JOOP would find out. Jack forgot fast over Kates unseemly death, although it was the love of its life. "which you mean, by saying, the ILLNESS?"
Posted: Dec 08 @ 12:44 PM
by: LIONARTist
EXACTLY!!! Gawsh, I wish I had your talent.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 12:48 PM
by: NoNicksinExile
.... read it with a shaksperean flair
Posted: Dec 08 2005@ 12:49 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
It was a cold and lonely night. Actually, it was lonelier rather than cold because night missed day very much. The stars in the night sky warmed the night a little because they are massive bodies of plasma in outer space that produce energy through nuclear fusion. So, as night waited for day to return, thunder and lightening gossiped.That was neither here nor there because Sawyer was a man of wild nature and nature treated him as one of its own. As Sawyer knelt down to examine a blade of grass, he noticed another blade of grass that leaned towards him ever so slightly as though indicating it understood his pain. All of a sudden Sawyer stood up straight as an arrow, much as the Dharma arrow station’s arrow stood within the Dharma logo in that particular station. Hark, what was that? Could it be? I don’t know, could it? Perhaps? Perhaps not. As Sawyer frantically searched for the source of the noise that had peaked his interest and the hairs on the nape of his neck and the blade in the grass, the sound moved closer. Suddenly he spotted Charlie on the grassy knoll behind him. Charlie was atop a riding mower that he must have retrieved from the Dharma agricultural station. Charlie was yelling something at Sawyer, however, Sawyer could not understand what he was saying due to the riding mower that Charlie had obtained from the Dharma agricultural station that was making too loud a noise. Sawyer ran towards Charlie as Charlie rode towards Sawyer much like in the promos for the movie “10” starring Dudley Moore and Bo Derek. Sawyer’s hair flowed and frolicked in the high winds coming off the churning ocean’s surf much like in the Old Spice commericals and Charlie’s teeth clattered together as he rode ever faster over the grassy knoll much like my gardener does every day. As they drew closer to one another, Sawyer finally could hear what Charlie had been yelling at him over when he was on the grassy knoll riding the riding mower he had obtained from the Dharma agricultural station; Charlie had been yelling for Sawyer to move out of his way, which was a moot point now that Sawyer was standing in front of Charlie and his riding mower.Charlie realized the miscalculation he had made. But, he thought to himself it was an easy miscalculation to make afterall two plus two is not easy to grasp. But enough of that, he thought to himself I must tend to the matter at hand. So, as Charlie sized up the situation with Sawyer, Sawyer sized up the situation with Charlie. There they stood, well Charlie was still seated, mano a mano, studying each other with an intensity that burned much like the stars in the night sky because they are massive bodies of plasma in outer space that produce energy through nuclear fusion. Suddenly, both Sawyer and Charlie heard a shot. Suddenly, Charlie feels a pain in his chest and burps. Then Sawyer feels a rumbling in his stomach and says to Charlie, “Excuse me.” Then Sayid suddenly appears as if from nowhere much like my cat does from under the sofa and tells both Sawyer and Charlie to “run, run da do run run”. Sawyer and Charlie exchange glances when Sawyer suddenly remembers the blade of grass that understood his pain. To be continued…
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 12:58 PM
by: captainaeon
"Charlie's Early Morning Daybreak Adventure"Charlie was taking a walk in the dense, tree-filled jungle. He had a headache. The ache in his head was hurtfully painful and large. It was so large in fact that an aspirin of the size large enough to cease its hurtful nature would be so large as to be unswallowable. (Unless, of course, he was an anaconda and could unhinge his jaw. That would be cool.) The pain was like slamming a car door on his hand repeatedly, over and over again and then some more even. Charlie, sighed a breath of air. It had been so long since he had had a car door to slam on his hand, he could barely remember what it was like. He waxed his nostalgia thinking of the past, yesterdays of long ago and far away, and things gone by in the past. Thinking made his head exfolliate.In the distance over there, Charlie saw a visual sight that made him as mesmerized. It was almost like being hypnotised under a spell of hypnotic hypnosis. He couldn’t believe what he saw walking towards his place of standing up.‘Elephants...yeah...’
Posted: Dec 08 2005 2005 @ 12:59 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
Cappy! Ella's pants! YEAH
Posted: Dec 08 2005 2005 @ 01:02 PM
by: mistressshake
these are fantasmagorical to read, but why do i feel like i'm taking the sat's?
Posted: Dec 08 2005 2005 @ 01:04 PM
by: LIONARTist
I'm sorry Slap. But this is so BAD that it qualifies as GOOD. Therefore it really shouldn't be included in the BAD portion of our program. I think it speaks to me, and says, "Go wash your hands. Didn't you just use the restroom?"
Posted: Dec 08 2005 2005 @ 01:05 PM
by: LIONARTist
He waxed his nostalgia thinking of the past, I have often waxed my nostalgia. But only when the wife was out of town.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 2005 @ 01:08 PM
by: captainaeon
I disagree. Slap has achieved badness very much so indeed.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 01:15 PM
by: LIONARTist
Alright. I'll allow it. Have my previous remarks stricken from the record and paddle me repeatedly with my toothbrush.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 01:23 PM
by: NoNicksinExile
Jack looked angrily at the book held in the hand that was his. “Give that back!” He yelled at Locke, standing a few feet from him.“Give what back?” Asked Locke, his face an image of the confusion he felt.“The book!” Yelled jack, starting to get angrier then before.“I don’t have the book.” Explained Locke, calmly halting his progress skinning the recently killed boar. “You have the book. Look at what the story just said… ‘Jack looked angrily at the book in the hand which was his…’ that’s your hand not mine.”“What are you talking about?” Asked jack, now getting more confused then he was getting angry. Locke was talking a lot and it made him very confused.“Look... You’re doing it again… I’m not very confused. You are..." He was a patient man, but he wanted to get back to his boar.Jack looked on as if he hadn’t heard Locke speaking. His eyes were glassy like glass.“Right then…” Continued Locke, “I’m just going to finish up here if you don’t mind.”Jack didn’t.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 01:27 PM
by: captainaeon
“Right then…” Continued Locke, “I’m just going to finish up here if you don’t mind.”Jack didn’t.
Bravo!!!
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 01:28 PM
by: LIONARTist
You guys are professionals, aren't you?
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 01:36 PM
by: Hatchcrazy
You guys are takin it to the house today!"It's Captainaeon setting a screen for MeSlap......pass to MeSlap, behind the back to NoNicks.......for a fadeaway jumper!!!!IT'S GOOD! IT'S GOOD!!THE SLAPHATS WIN THE PENNANT!!THE SLAPHATS WIN THE PENNANT!!(I know it's from baseball but at this point who cares)scurries off to compose his own wretched fan fiction
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 01:38 PM
by: captainaeon
You guys are professionals, aren't you?
Butt of coursedly!
by: captainaeon
The seriousness of your humor makes me laugh indubitably
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 12:38 PM
by: NoNicksinExile
What LION really meant:To be good the way, that center being enormous to vengeance in his, however how doing, the calm person, jack, and Kate which were pulled. "If the large person where it is said it is not very careful," it does not become. "She possesses the sickness". The jack was in impact and confusion. So, so, that he lost that grip of Kate, the large stone and murder where therefore she lowered directly with sluggishly the external wound of power of the worst change, hit her time it is. "Is that and fair. As for her dying in you, as for me JOOP "the jack is already shown afterwards it was the person who dressed the enormous funnily clothes which are found. Although the jack died and was attached unseemly of Kate and directly she was love of that life, you had forgotten. According to something which "is meant speech as for the sickness? "
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 12:40 PM
by: NoNicksinExile
Or:The very large, nevertheless somehow light man with vengeance in its heart, the pulled Jack to it and the Kate in addition. "you must take care much", the large said chap. "it has the illness". Jack was in the impact and in the fright. As much so, he lost his grasp on Kate and her fell completely thrashes and struck any large rock, thus toetung her by stump strength trauma of the worst multiplicity. "it is also quite. It was dead to you and I already "said the very large funnily dressed man, who became later Jack called Mr. JOOP would find out. Jack forgot fast over Kates unseemly death, although it was the love of its life. "which you mean, by saying, the ILLNESS?"
Posted: Dec 08 @ 12:44 PM
by: LIONARTist
EXACTLY!!! Gawsh, I wish I had your talent.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 12:48 PM
by: NoNicksinExile
.... read it with a shaksperean flair
Posted: Dec 08 2005@ 12:49 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
It was a cold and lonely night. Actually, it was lonelier rather than cold because night missed day very much. The stars in the night sky warmed the night a little because they are massive bodies of plasma in outer space that produce energy through nuclear fusion. So, as night waited for day to return, thunder and lightening gossiped.That was neither here nor there because Sawyer was a man of wild nature and nature treated him as one of its own. As Sawyer knelt down to examine a blade of grass, he noticed another blade of grass that leaned towards him ever so slightly as though indicating it understood his pain. All of a sudden Sawyer stood up straight as an arrow, much as the Dharma arrow station’s arrow stood within the Dharma logo in that particular station. Hark, what was that? Could it be? I don’t know, could it? Perhaps? Perhaps not. As Sawyer frantically searched for the source of the noise that had peaked his interest and the hairs on the nape of his neck and the blade in the grass, the sound moved closer. Suddenly he spotted Charlie on the grassy knoll behind him. Charlie was atop a riding mower that he must have retrieved from the Dharma agricultural station. Charlie was yelling something at Sawyer, however, Sawyer could not understand what he was saying due to the riding mower that Charlie had obtained from the Dharma agricultural station that was making too loud a noise. Sawyer ran towards Charlie as Charlie rode towards Sawyer much like in the promos for the movie “10” starring Dudley Moore and Bo Derek. Sawyer’s hair flowed and frolicked in the high winds coming off the churning ocean’s surf much like in the Old Spice commericals and Charlie’s teeth clattered together as he rode ever faster over the grassy knoll much like my gardener does every day. As they drew closer to one another, Sawyer finally could hear what Charlie had been yelling at him over when he was on the grassy knoll riding the riding mower he had obtained from the Dharma agricultural station; Charlie had been yelling for Sawyer to move out of his way, which was a moot point now that Sawyer was standing in front of Charlie and his riding mower.Charlie realized the miscalculation he had made. But, he thought to himself it was an easy miscalculation to make afterall two plus two is not easy to grasp. But enough of that, he thought to himself I must tend to the matter at hand. So, as Charlie sized up the situation with Sawyer, Sawyer sized up the situation with Charlie. There they stood, well Charlie was still seated, mano a mano, studying each other with an intensity that burned much like the stars in the night sky because they are massive bodies of plasma in outer space that produce energy through nuclear fusion. Suddenly, both Sawyer and Charlie heard a shot. Suddenly, Charlie feels a pain in his chest and burps. Then Sawyer feels a rumbling in his stomach and says to Charlie, “Excuse me.” Then Sayid suddenly appears as if from nowhere much like my cat does from under the sofa and tells both Sawyer and Charlie to “run, run da do run run”. Sawyer and Charlie exchange glances when Sawyer suddenly remembers the blade of grass that understood his pain. To be continued…
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 12:58 PM
by: captainaeon
"Charlie's Early Morning Daybreak Adventure"Charlie was taking a walk in the dense, tree-filled jungle. He had a headache. The ache in his head was hurtfully painful and large. It was so large in fact that an aspirin of the size large enough to cease its hurtful nature would be so large as to be unswallowable. (Unless, of course, he was an anaconda and could unhinge his jaw. That would be cool.) The pain was like slamming a car door on his hand repeatedly, over and over again and then some more even. Charlie, sighed a breath of air. It had been so long since he had had a car door to slam on his hand, he could barely remember what it was like. He waxed his nostalgia thinking of the past, yesterdays of long ago and far away, and things gone by in the past. Thinking made his head exfolliate.In the distance over there, Charlie saw a visual sight that made him as mesmerized. It was almost like being hypnotised under a spell of hypnotic hypnosis. He couldn’t believe what he saw walking towards his place of standing up.‘Elephants...yeah...’
Posted: Dec 08 2005 2005 @ 12:59 PM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
Cappy! Ella's pants! YEAH
Posted: Dec 08 2005 2005 @ 01:02 PM
by: mistressshake
these are fantasmagorical to read, but why do i feel like i'm taking the sat's?
Posted: Dec 08 2005 2005 @ 01:04 PM
by: LIONARTist
I'm sorry Slap. But this is so BAD that it qualifies as GOOD. Therefore it really shouldn't be included in the BAD portion of our program. I think it speaks to me, and says, "Go wash your hands. Didn't you just use the restroom?"
Posted: Dec 08 2005 2005 @ 01:05 PM
by: LIONARTist
He waxed his nostalgia thinking of the past, I have often waxed my nostalgia. But only when the wife was out of town.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 2005 @ 01:08 PM
by: captainaeon
I disagree. Slap has achieved badness very much so indeed.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 01:15 PM
by: LIONARTist
Alright. I'll allow it. Have my previous remarks stricken from the record and paddle me repeatedly with my toothbrush.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 01:23 PM
by: NoNicksinExile
Jack looked angrily at the book held in the hand that was his. “Give that back!” He yelled at Locke, standing a few feet from him.“Give what back?” Asked Locke, his face an image of the confusion he felt.“The book!” Yelled jack, starting to get angrier then before.“I don’t have the book.” Explained Locke, calmly halting his progress skinning the recently killed boar. “You have the book. Look at what the story just said… ‘Jack looked angrily at the book in the hand which was his…’ that’s your hand not mine.”“What are you talking about?” Asked jack, now getting more confused then he was getting angry. Locke was talking a lot and it made him very confused.“Look... You’re doing it again… I’m not very confused. You are..." He was a patient man, but he wanted to get back to his boar.Jack looked on as if he hadn’t heard Locke speaking. His eyes were glassy like glass.“Right then…” Continued Locke, “I’m just going to finish up here if you don’t mind.”Jack didn’t.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 01:27 PM
by: captainaeon
“Right then…” Continued Locke, “I’m just going to finish up here if you don’t mind.”Jack didn’t.
Bravo!!!
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 01:28 PM
by: LIONARTist
You guys are professionals, aren't you?
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 01:36 PM
by: Hatchcrazy
You guys are takin it to the house today!"It's Captainaeon setting a screen for MeSlap......pass to MeSlap, behind the back to NoNicks.......for a fadeaway jumper!!!!IT'S GOOD! IT'S GOOD!!THE SLAPHATS WIN THE PENNANT!!THE SLAPHATS WIN THE PENNANT!!(I know it's from baseball but at this point who cares)scurries off to compose his own wretched fan fiction
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 01:38 PM
by: captainaeon
You guys are professionals, aren't you?
Butt of coursedly!
In the Beginning: LIONARTist gets a big idea.
I'd love to blame all this on LION. He's the one who started the original thread. But as you will see, it didn't take long for the rest of us to leap aboard what soon became a runaway train.
bg
Posted: Dec 08 2005@ 09:25 AM
by: LIONARTist
Here's my entry into the museum.
Chapter 1: The ReckoningJack stumbled out of the jungle in an awkward stumbling gate. He had just been through the worst night of his life and it was about to get even worse.His body ached in every muscle. His head throbbed like some great big throbbing thing that hurt real bad, and his ankles were sore and disconcerting. He felt like he had been put through a washing machine on a hot summer's day and he knew what that was like. Oh yes, he knew.He had just fought a great battle with the nameless island monster, which turned out to be a mass of churning alien insects from planet Gamma-X90. He had defeated the monster using the refridgerator magnets that Sayid had so thoughtfully slipped into his jeans pockets without him knowing it was even possible to do such a thing. Lucky thing for Jack that the insects proved vulnerable to the EM forces that the magnets exuded.Now he stood facing east and feeling like the worst part of his journey was over. That is until he spied a sight which was unbelievable, even to his scientific eyes. Off in the distance, about 1 mile, he viewed Kate, running fast towards the spot where he now stood. She was running very fast. He could tell she was running fast. Because pools of sweat had appeared on her shirt between her heaving breasts and she was making a face as if she was straining to run and run like the wind. She approached him and got closer and closer. Then, even closer still, until at last, she was almost upon him. As she ran, Jack could see that Kate had a glazed look in her eye. She didn't appear to be herself. It frightened Jack and he began to get worried about what fate may await him.As Kate reached Jack, he finally noticed the large pointed stick that she seemed to be carrying in her left hand. Jack thought that was odd. Because as everyone knew, Kate was right-handed. "That's odd", Jack thought to himself, as Kate thrust the pointed stick towards his waiting spleen. If it wasn't for his lightning reflexes, Jack would've got a spleenectomy. He grabbed Kate and together they tumbled over the cliff that Jack hadn't noticed until just at that moment in time. They fell for what seemed like an eternity, and then something grabbed at Jack's leg. Even though Kate had just about tried to kill him, he instinctively lashed his arm out and caught Kate and stopped her from falling any further down, down, down the face of the very frightening embankment. Just then Jack looked and saw that what was ahold of his leg was a huge man dressed in the garments of the Zulu tribesmen. What new exciting adventures await Jack and Kate and the other castaways on the LOST ISLAND!
Posted: Dec 08 2005@ 09:39 AM
by: LIONARTist
Here is another writer who inspired me. I'll leave them as anonymous unless they want to claim their work.It was a really dark night on the island of mysteries. It was storming. It was a dark and stormy night. Not a star was in the sky.. Well, they were in the sky but they couldn't be seen because there were so many clouds. Lightning thundered across the sky. Thunder lightninged to the ground. It was really scary. It was the type of night that "others" could snatch you at any time.Jack had traveled many miles across the island to get from the beach back to the caves. On his way back to the caves Jack could here running footsteps all around him. Jack wasn't scared. Jack was a man of science. Jack was going to the caves because he thought the caves would be safer during the storm. He didn't know that he would end up saving people's lives but he would.Jack realized that he could not find the caves and that he was "lost". Jack pitched a "tent" out of some blankets that he was bringing to the caves. The "tent was pitched at the bottom of a really scary dark hill with a really scary cave(that wasn't the cave he was looking for) on the top that could only be seen when the lightning flashed. He was brave. He ate some mangos and went to sleep in the tent that he had pitched so that he could sleep in it.Later in the night, Jack was awakened by a really scary scream(that sounded familiar). Someone is in trouble, thought Jack. Loud whispers were heard. Jack could see a very large man on top of the hill as lightning still flashed in the distance(it had stopped raining by now). Jack could hear a voice that was loud and scary. He had a long sharp stick. Jack approached the man, he noticed blood on the stick. Jack assumed that the man had killed people before. He was a mean "other" who liked to kill people with his stick. He was going to kill people with his stick tonight."I will go to the survivors and take one of them tonight", the man shouted. "It has to be a child because that would seem more evil than if it was just anybody. Maybe I'll kill an old man and a woman too. That would be very evil and cruel," the man yelled. So he picked up his stick which he had set down while he was talking so that he could gesture with his grotesque(or gross if that is spelled wrong) hands. He left to snatch a child. And maybe an old man or a woman too.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 10:01 AM
by: libbyrocks05
Vincent awakens with a start. "What was that?" He thought.It was a bear. A great, big, shiney white polar bear.See Vincent run.Run, Vincent, run.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 10:27 AM
by: dad_of_4_
Ok - then the girl, not the pregnant one ran real fastily. The girl with the dark hair, not the blonde one that got died, ran toward the beach.When the girl, not the one that can speak English but didn't tell her husband, got at the beach, she stopped running fastily. There he was, her man, not the doctor guy, the other one.Her man, the guy that took everybody's stuff, was nekked as a jay bird but she couldn't see the good stuff a cause he was in the water about yay high.He, the one with the long hair, turned and looked at her and said, " Ay - Ow's yore Mom 'n 'em."She smiled exposing the peel of a sliced orange that she had been given by the bald guy that couldn't walk but now he can. He, the one that killed the shrimp guy, laughed.She, the one that blowed up her Daddy, spit out the peel and said, "I don't want to talk about my Mom 'n 'em. You're needed back at the hatch thingy. The Korean guy that can't speak English and the large guy that says "Dude" need to talk to you."He, the one that that the Iraqui guy tortured, said, "Tell Chewy and Dhudda, that I'll be right there."She, the one that the robbed the bank, said, "OK, and uh...you might want some sunscreen back there."To be continued.....
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 10:32 AM
by: trolltrolltrolltroll1
The snow started up again and snowed off and on all day as the donkeys played. Even Bella and Annie got into the spirit and played in the snow. All four donkeys had a wonderful time making snow donkeys, slideing down the hill, rolling around in the white fluffy stuff and giggling at Bogie. Bogie decided he was he-man of the pasture snow hill. He would push everyone off the hill that tryed to concour his domain. Thru all the fun and frollick the donkeys had one friend wasn't feeling so good. Joseph couldn't quite get comfortable in his bed. He tossed and turned to no avail. His breathing became raspy and he couldn't call out for help from his friends. Joseph knew his time was limited, the life span of a butterfly is only so long. He tried to remain on this earth long enough to say thank you and good bye to his family. But as the donkeys played, Joseph's guarding angel took his wing and gently guided him towards the bright lite. She kissed his cheek and handed him over to a life ever lasting in heaven. As Joseph approched the gates of heaven his mother and father and siblings were there to welcome him in. Joseph was in awe at how beautiful heaven was. Crystal clear water falls, pastures green as the first day of spring and flowers blooming everywhere. All of his relatives were there and he felt at peace. Joseph traded in his earthly wings for ones made of gold. His antenias became halos and he was able to look thru the clouds at the donkeys. He knew that if he could watch over them from Heaven, everything was going to be just fine. The donkeys raced back into the barn, Bogie and Fannie went in search of Joseph only to find him gone. In Joseph's place was a single wing of many colors. The children were confused and took it to Bella to ask where Joseph went. Bella took one look at the beautiful wing and knew that Joseph's time on earth has ended. She gently asked the children to sit down and she proceeded to tell them that Joseph has passed on. He is in heaven now with his family and sitting at God's table eating the finest nector from the most beautiful flowers. He is happy and at peace now.Bogie couldn't believe his ears. How could Joseph leave without telling them good bye? He couldn't hide the tears that ran down his face and ran out of the barn before anyone tried to comfort him. Bogie ran to the opposite side of the pasture and cryed. His tears froze on his cheeks, but he didn't care. His friend was gone and nothing in the world could bring him back. What started out as such a wonderful day turned into the worse day of Bogies life. Fannie cried in Annies arms and Bella stroked her back comforting her. They knew that Bogie needed to be alone with his emotions so they didn't try to bother him just yet. In time Bogie will come back and they can plan a memorial for Joseph. Until that time all they could do is comfort each other and talk about all the joy Joseph brought to their lives in the short time he was there.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 11:30 AM
by: NoNicksinExile
“I’m hungry.” Said Hurley looking at Jack in hunger. “Oh, maybe you can get some boar from the caves.” Said Jack not looking at hurley. “No, we’re out of boar cause Locke won’t get anymore.” Said Hurley back to Jack the hunger getting even more in his stomache. “Oh that’s too bad” said jack. Jack was a Dr, and because of his being a Dr people were always asking him for advice. Jack didn’t like it too much because he didn’t like to give advice. Unless it was medical advice, or people weren’t actually asking him for his advice. Hurley decided to go to the beach because he wanted to talk to Rose, who was probably there doing laundry like she normaly did. He wan’t sure why she didn’t use the crazy space age anachronistic washer and dryer set in the hatch but he didn’t care much. He was just getting more hungrier with each step which were many because it was a long way to the beach from the hatch. By the time hurley got to the beach he was sweating a lot. He didn’t see Rose. Maybe she was out somewhere walking with Bernard. Bernard was Roses’ husband who just came back from the other side of the island that was white. (Her husband not the island) No one saw that coming, except maybe Ana Lucia that new chick who was with Bernard. No one liked her much. “hello Hurley.” Said the chinese, from behind him who everyone hated because he was mean to his wife. He wasn’t so mean anymore though. “What? I thought you spoke Chinese?” said Hurley quickly turning to face Jin. “Korean actually. But you’re dreaming.” “oh” said Hurley quietly as he woke up in the hatch. “What?” asked locke who was on the couch next tom him. “Nothing.” Said Hurley. What a strange dream. “If your hungry there’s boar on the table out there.” Said locke, which he thought was really ironic.The End.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 11:35 AM
LIONARTist
I'll give you excellent marks for the heavy use of run-on sentences and the almost complete absence of mental imagery. Very bad indeed.
Posted: Dec 08 2005 @ 11:50 AM
by: MeSlapMeThrowRock
ROTFLMAO!! First chance today to sign on and this is what greets me! This stuff is SO BAD.
Postedby: LIONARTist
Thank you?
Posted: Dec 08 @ 12:27 PM
by: LIONARTist
Capter 2: The Reckoning part 2The huge, yet somehow gentle man with vengeance in his heart, pulled Jack to him, and Kate as well. "You must be very careful", the big guy said. "She has the sickness".Jack was in shock and dismay. So much so, that he lost his grip on Kate and she fell all the way down and hit some big rocks, thus killing her through blunt-force trauma of the worst variety."It's just as well. She was dead to you and me already" said the huge funnily dressed man, who Jack would later find out was named Mr. JOOP. Jack quickly forgot about Kate's unseemly death, even though she was the love of his life."What do you mean by saying, THE SICKNESS?"Find out what Mr. JOOP MEANS IN CHAPTER 3 - THE RECKONING PART 3.
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