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RoloTomassy · 06-22-2003, 01:52 AM

OK, I'm not sure if this will work or if this is even the right forum but I just had an idea that was used in my creative writing story. What if, as a group (the people of TFP) decided to write a story. We start with a paragraph, the first one to respond writes the next paragraph and so on. If people get behind this, it could turn out to be a really interesting story. I'll try to give something to work with, but eh, not really in the "writing" mood. And if you have any ideas on it, PLEASE add on....

This was the final straw for Kurt, or so he told himself. He looked at his computer screen thinking about all the "final straws" he had been through. He thought about how pathetic it was that he was such a pushover he couldn't even make himself decide when it was time to change. Change the way he was. He always considered himself some sort of a loser, and he kept telling himself that tomarrow would be different. Although he couldn't help but thinking about how tomarrow never comes.

J.R.V.A. · 06-22-2003, 05:32 AM

That, he thought, was The dumbest thing his sister used to say. Tommorow never comes, cause when it gets here,it's today. He missed her. Nine long years she had been gone now. Alexis loved to learn word games and new sayings.He remembered her soft blonde hair, and all those dumb sayings she used to have. Now he would have to remember them all to teach her daughter. He loved her daughter like she was his own, his little Nikki. He was glad he took care of her. She looked like her mom, and laughed like her.

redravin40 · 06-22-2003, 06:13 AM

Closing his laptop, Kurt slid the sleek, black computer into a leather carrying case which he put over his shoulder.
Making sure that he could still quickly reach the 357 magnum tucked in a quick-draw holster under his arm, with his other hand he scooped up his duffel, duster and Nikki's suitcase.
The small hotel room was just one of many that they had stayed in since the death of his sister and her husband.
Nikki was still sleeping, her sweet face scrunched into the pillow.
He would wait to wake her up until he had the car loaded and the bill paid.
Opening the back of the 70 Javelin Kurt tossed their stuff in the car.
The muscle car was his pride and joy, probably the only project he had ever managed to complete without it blowing up in his face.
He had spent counless hours painting and finishing the custom pearl blue exterior.
Now bullet holes pocked the paint job.

06-22-2003, 01:52 AM	#1 (permalink)
RoloTomassy Banned Location: my room	TFP Story OK, I'm not sure if this will work or if this is even the right forum but I just had an idea that was used in my creative writing story. What if, as a group (the people of TFP) decided to write a story. We start with a paragraph, the first one to respond writes the next paragraph and so on. If people get behind this, it could turn out to be a really interesting story. I'll try to give something to work with, but eh, not really in the "writing" mood. And if you have any ideas on it, PLEASE add on.... This was the final straw for Kurt, or so he told himself. He looked at his computer screen thinking about all the "final straws" he had been through. He thought about how pathetic it was that he was such a pushover he couldn't even make himself decide when it was time to change. Change the way he was. He always considered himself some sort of a loser, and he kept telling himself that tomarrow would be different. Although he couldn't help but thinking about how tomarrow never comes.

06-22-2003, 05:32 AM	#2 (permalink)
J.R.V.A. Junkie Location: Utah	That, he thought, was The dumbest thing his sister used to say. Tommorow never comes, cause when it gets here,it's today. He missed her. Nine long years she had been gone now. Alexis loved to learn word games and new sayings.He remembered her soft blonde hair, and all those dumb sayings she used to have. Now he would have to remember them all to teach her daughter. He loved her daughter like she was his own, his little Nikki. He was glad he took care of her. She looked like her mom, and laughed like her. __________________ And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart

06-22-2003, 06:13 AM	#3 (permalink)
redravin40 Loser Location: With Jadzia	Closing his laptop, Kurt slid the sleek, black computer into a leather carrying case which he put over his shoulder. Making sure that he could still quickly reach the 357 magnum tucked in a quick-draw holster under his arm, with his other hand he scooped up his duffel, duster and Nikki's suitcase. The small hotel room was just one of many that they had stayed in since the death of his sister and her husband. Nikki was still sleeping, her sweet face scrunched into the pillow. He would wait to wake her up until he had the car loaded and the bill paid. Opening the back of the 70 Javelin Kurt tossed their stuff in the car. The muscle car was his pride and joy, probably the only project he had ever managed to complete without it blowing up in his face. He had spent counless hours painting and finishing the custom pearl blue exterior. Now bullet holes pocked the paint job. Last edited by redravin40; 06-22-2003 at 06:20 AM..