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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...