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Writers Tennis!

  • 19-03-2007 10:47am
    #1
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 138 ✭✭


    Just an idea...creative writing tennis! everybody writes one paragraph. Anybody interested?


Comments

  • Closed Accounts Posts: 11 OliverTheLithe


    yes!


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 21 lu22*


    yes!!


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 138 ✭✭don.juanito


    Alright! Lets begin.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 138 ✭✭don.juanito


    Work in progress...will post soon


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 5,943 ✭✭✭smcgiff


    Michael tentatively tore open the letter. This letter was expected. Don, his former partner in their law firm promised to post it. The plain brown business envelope could not have looked more innocuous, but its contents were enough to confirm Michael’s worst fears.


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  • Closed Accounts Posts: 21 lu22*


    He had never felt so helpless in his whole life, Suddenly Don, his closest friend and confidant seemed like a stranger, Micheal felt his world collapse around him as he read the letter over & over again. His mind was filled with nothing else, polluted by the truth.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 267 ✭✭Tom


    An age passed. Sweat trickled from his furrowed brow onto the page that would change his life. He had to get out, to breath some fresh air. He felt like screaming and needed to escape. He grabbed his keys and pulled open the front door.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 138 ✭✭don.juanito


    It was raining outside. Dark, dirty clouds hung in the sky filled to the brim with salty rain. He exited the building panting and ran across the street to his car. That was when he saw her. Standing on the footpath like some beauteous demonic vision from the depths of his own personal hell. He looked at her and said 'so, you couldn't stay away'.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 11 OliverTheLithe


    She shot him, he died there in the rain, pathetic and helpless. As she climbed into his car she whispered the words and drove away.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 138 ✭✭don.juanito


    a bit premature oliver!:confused:


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  • Closed Accounts Posts: 5,943 ✭✭✭smcgiff


    She shot him, he died there in the rain, pathetic and helpless. As she climbed into his car she whispered the words and drove away.

    The tyres of her Ford GT screeched as she cornered onto Lithe Oliver Street without a glance to her rear view mirror. Michael was already a fading memory. If she had she would not have missed the arriving ambulance.
    Two burly medics burst from their hastily parked vehicle and approached the prone body laying across the centre line.
    ‘This guy looks like toast,’
    ‘Is that your expert medical opinion, George?’
    ‘Looks like we’re not picking up the pregnant woman then. I’ll call in and get Dan to collect her,’ George said as he climbed back into his rig.
    ‘Forget that! Get the cart! This guy just started breathing again,’
    ‘No way, Frank. I’m not falling for the ‘reanimated stiff’ gag,’ George mumbled from the cab.
    ‘Come on buddy! You're not going to die! Not after taking the trouble of coming back from the dead!’


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 5,016 ✭✭✭Blush_01


    Unfortunately, the ambulance exploded without warning. Not only was Michael definitely killed, but George and Frank were mortally dismembered by the blast. However, the post mortem was more entertaining than usual. It was rare that Morris got to play jigsaw with human body parts and it was one of the perks of his job he enjoyed most. As he played "Pin the Penis on the Burns Victim" he hummed a happy tune and thought of the nice pork stir-fry he'd make when he got home.

    The end.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 5,943 ✭✭✭smcgiff


    Blush_01 wrote:
    It was rare that Morris got to play jigsaw with human body parts and it was one of the perks of his job he enjoyed most. As he played "Pin the Penis on the Burns Victim" he hummed a happy tune and thought of the nice pork stir-fry he'd make when he got home.

    The end.

    Very funny - Tears streaming down my cheeks! :D:D:D


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 267 ✭✭Tom


    And the moral of the story is......

    Don't bother trying to do something creative as someone will try to ruin it.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 5,016 ✭✭✭Blush_01


    Ah come on Tom, it was a joke. Maybe Morris will reassemble them, make an army of Frankenstein types and wipe Don and the nameless, murderous beeatch out. Just wait and see!


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 11 OliverTheLithe


    creativity is relative, and has no time constraints, much respect to blush for making sure that bastard was dead


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 31,967 ✭✭✭✭Sarky


    Well, that turned out to be pointless. I guess nobody wants to try something that's not a soulful heartfelt poem about something or other.


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