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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….