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The "Write a story backwards" thread
Im not sure this will work but here is the premise......
I'll start a story with the ending and then the following people can the write the story in reverse one a sentence at a time....here goes. And he walked away from the lifeless corpse feeling avenged, knowing that the hatred was to now be six feet under. |
Roger fired six shots, but all missed. Then, he ran over Finklestein with his Prius, thus saving both gasoline, his marriage, and his bank account.
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Roger caught a glimpse of the man he was looking for, the man who had runined his life, and began chasing him with his car. He rolled down the window and fired 6 shots in the man's direction.
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"Ohh, shesus" said Finkelstien! "I'm caught!"
Finklestein left the gallery at a dead run, the manager in hot pursuit. |
As he grabbed her for a long kiss goodbye, he caught a glimpse over her shoulder of an out of control Toyota rounding the corner.
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Ganglia of erotic fury bursting in his veins, he looked at the woman he had always loved - the woman who made him gurgle with chaotic memories of his tempestous youth - and felt the premonition in his gut that he would never see her again.
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Their eyes met, and locked together. He knew. She knew. He knew she knew. He wanted her to know he knew she knew.
He loved her, desired her, cried out in the night for her. Was it ever to be? |
As she stared at the brilliant Dali hanging before her, Finkelstein quickly took the precious gem on display and stashed it in the small bag. Arush of adrenalin shot through him. The alarm began to sound....
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A woman was viewing the Dali. He didn't notice who, just that she was not watching him. The manager was occupied with a customer... if you could consider Finklestein's fence a customer.
Ah, they'll wish they'd never loaned it out, he thought. Like taking candy from a babe. |
Lenora wished that Finkelstein had better control over his anger; hanging the janitor Ernesto - or Mr. D as most of the night staff called him - was bad enough. Setting him on fire was oblivion.
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Disguised in a blonde wig and sunglasses, she followed him into the gallery, being careful to not look directly at him. She also did not want her husband,Roger to spot her here. She only wanted to stop Finkelstein before his anger took hold again.
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"I hope she doesn't follow me here! If she sees another outburst of anger, that might be it!" Finklestein said to himself while storming into the gallery. Then, he saw the gem and a plan formed...
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His hemmoroids had been acting up all day; it made him think of smoldering flames and violent eruptions with an aftertaste of mild chafing...to say he was in a peculiar mood was probably an understatement.
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