Lets write a story. 3 lines each.... :)

i.need.a.job

I never thought I'd get this far. I don't think anybody did. But where do I go from here.

djeddy

i.need.a.job wrote: »

I never thought I'd get this far. I don't think anybody did. But where do I go from here.

You find a job on a film set,i will write the plot,you write some lines,

Denerick

but nay! I have neither the desire, nor the power, to stand in your way. You must right the lay, dear lady.

Oryx

But that godawful man with the shotgun is in my way. Well, nothing for it but grab my knife. I cannot listen to her scream any longer!

Lando Griffin

Knife in one hand and vuvuzula in other I blow as hard as my lungs can go drowning the screams, the man with the shot gun yells " Stop playing that shagging thing its scaring the ducks away"

ToasterSparks

But then, as I turn around, I realise that the ducks aren't running from me and the noises I'm making. A giant horse, 10 foot tall with a black, shaggy mane and hooves of steel, clip-clops steadily towards me. The horse's mouth widens, revealing a set of razor-sharp fangs taken straight from the set of Jaws....

sudoku987

Then, at the last possible second the horse turns from me and flattens the man with the shotgun so I take the vuvuzela and scatter the ducks with a wild swing which for some reason they find hilarious and fall about quackling madly ...

Lando Griffin

But one duck was not laughing. The last time someone swong a vuvuzela in his company the vuvuzela slipped from the persons grasp and landed on his mothers head, swollowing it whole. There would be no trip to Iceland this year he thought, pulling at the lodged instrument.

sudoku987

“Sacré Eyjafjallajökull!” muttered famed ENT specialist Professor Henry, he of the ‘magic hands’, to his pretty assistant Sister Dominique, “We are going to have to perform the world’s first vuvuzelectomy if our unfortunate patient is ever to see Reykjavik again!” (The Sister was not pretty to look at but pretty incompetent and pretty much a waste of space.)

af_thefragile

"This is absolutely ridiculous!" the unfortunate patient muttered to himself. He had to get to the plot soon but the doctor's indecisiveness and the overall lack of direction of the whole operation wasn't taking him anywhere let alone Iceland...

dawvee

"This isn't a story," detective Horatio Caine said, his eyes just peeking over the top of his sunglasses, "it's... murder." YEEEEAAAAAAH!

master-t

With that, Horatio took off his sunglasses and walked over to the Professor and asked him gently to turn down his radio as he wasn't a fan of The Who and could hardly hear himself think with all that racket. The professor informed Horatio that they found the horse with semen in its mouth. "Well, you know what they say. The truth..." *PUTS BACK ON SUNGLASSES SLOWLY* "..Is hard to swallow." Immediately the professor turns back on his Best of The Who CD.

sudoku987

"And somebody's done it!" said his assistant Whacker. "But wait," he continued, whacking his forehead, "Perhaps it's the story-telling art which is the victim here and what we need .... is the IRA!" (The Incorrigible Raconteurs' Association)

i.need.a.job

'no' said Jim, 'its Rosie we need'. and with that, he went back to the boat, careful not to let John see him. But when he got there, Rosie was no where to be seen.

Oryx

Bang, Bang! 'Rosie!' Jim rapped loudly on the cabin door, which caused panicked scuffling within. 'Are ya decent?'

iguana

But all was well, the banging sound was just Duck, arriving back at the old Ragdoll following the Vuvuzela scare. Rosie was calming him down with a tincture of Rescue Remedy from her bag which was sitting by Jim's drawing book. "It looks like you have found quite the story Duck," Jim cried, "John must write it down."