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  • 21-10-2000 1:16am
    #1
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 568 ✭✭✭


    RECEIVED FROM AN ENGLISH PROFESSOR:

    "You know that book Men are from Mars, Women from Venus? Well, here's a
    prime example
    of that. This assignment was actually turned in by two of my English students:
    Rebecca - last
    name deleted and Gary - last name deleted.

    English
    44A
    SMU,
    Creative Writing
    Prof. Miller

    In-class Assignment for Wednesday

    "Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process
    is simple. Each
    person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right.
    One of you will then write
    the first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first paragraph
    and then add another
    paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph,
    and so on back and
    forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep
    the story coherent.
    The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."


    STORY:

    At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The camomile,
    which used to be
    her favourite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl,
    who once said, in
    happier times, that he liked camomile. But she felt she must now, at all
    costs, keep her mind off
    Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too
    much her asthma
    started acting up again. So camomile was out of the question.


    Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now
    in orbit over
    Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of
    an air-headed asthmatic
    bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago.
    "A.S. Harris to
    Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit
    established. No sign of
    resistance so far...". But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam
    flashed out of nowhere
    and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct
    hit sent him flying out of
    his seat and across the ****pit.


    He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one
    last pang of regret
    for psychically brutalising the one woman who had ever had feelings for
    him. Soon afterwards,
    Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of
    Skylon 4. "Congress
    Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel." Laurie read in
    her newspaper one
    morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out
    the window,
    dreaming of her youth - when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree,
    with no newspapers
    to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder
    at all the beautiful things
    around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered
    wistfully.


    Little did she know, but she has less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands
    of miles above the city,
    the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles.
    The dim-witted wimpy
    peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through
    Congress had left
    Earth a defenceless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined
    to destroy the
    human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian
    ships were on
    course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverise the entire planet.
    With no one to stop
    them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile
    entered the atmosphere
    unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters
    on the ocean floor
    off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion which vaporised
    Laurie and 85
    million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference
    table. "We can't allow
    this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"


    This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing
    partner is a violent,
    chauvinistic, semi-literate adolescent.


    Yeah? Well, you're a self-centred tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing
    are the literary
    equivalent of Valium.


    a$$hole.


    b1t<h.

    [This message has been edited by stu_69 (edited 21-10-2000).]


Comments

  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 1,398 ✭✭✭the fnj


    hehe

    I like it!


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 4,307 ✭✭✭richindub2


    lol,i like it too biggrin.gifbiggrin.gifbiggrin.gif

    UP DA DUBS!! :)


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 1,004 ✭✭✭Lord Khan


    But how does it eend?

    did laurie every get her cup of tea? did earth fight back? how many beetnicks does it take to screw in a lightbulb? what is the speed of a unladden swallow?


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 10,339 ✭✭✭✭LoLth


    that an african or a european swallow?


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