The JerzeeDevil Participative short story.

[Milu]

I saw this on a couple of other forums and I thought it might be fun to try here. I'm also posting this on Talkblade (http://www.talkblade.info/viewtopic.php?t=4621) and we can compare how the two tales work out.

This is the idea:

I start the beginning of a story and at the point I stop someone else takes up the story. Just copy all the text and add your continuation. If two writers post a continuation simultaneously then the last poster needs to edit his post. Input can be as long, short, or as silly as one wishes. If you include a character named like a forum member try not to be too offensive as the payback may come within a few paragraphs.

Let's begin.

It was a misty autumn day with a fearsome chill in the air. From the forest an attractive woman came struggling out, she was naked under a torn London Fog raincoat, she had tears streaming down her face, it was streaked where the tears had run down her cheek marking it with clean trails , her hands were dirty and bloodied, the nails broken and black rimmed. she was barefoot and had fallen in the mud many times. I couldn't believe my eyes it was Angela, my first true love. She looked at me with frightened eyes, when she recognised me she looked at me without speaking and collapsed. I picked her up and carried her to my hunting cabin. I placed her in front of the fire on the fur rug and checked her for injuries, they were all superficial. I decided not to call an ambulance but covered her in blankets and went to the kitchen to prepare a hot drink for her. I sat with her and tried to comfort her as best I could, she did not speak and did not seem to be listening, she reminded me of a frightened rabbit. I remembered our love, I remembered how strange she could be - as if she lived a second, secret life. Suddenly my musings were broken by a knocking at the door. Angela curled up and hide her face in her hands: "No!", she cried..............

[Clydetz]

It was a misty autumn day with a fearsome chill in the air. From the forest an attractive woman came struggling out, she was naked under a torn London Fog raincoat, she had tears streaming down her face, it was streaked where the tears had run down her cheek marking it with clean trails , her hands were dirty and bloodied, the nails broken and black rimmed. she was barefoot and had fallen in the mud many times. I couldn't believe my eyes it was Angela, my first true love. She looked at me with frightened eyes, when she recognised me she looked at me without speaking and collapsed. I picked her up and carried her to my hunting cabin. I placed her in front of the fire on the fur rug and checked her for injuries, they were all superficial. I decided not to call an ambulance but covered her in blankets and went to the kitchen to prepare a hot drink for her. I sat with her and tried to comfort her as best I could, she did not speak and did not seem to be listening, she reminded me of a frightened rabbit. I remembered our love, I remembered how strange she could be - as if she lived a second, secret life. Suddenly my musings were broken by a knocking at the door. Angela curled up and hide her face in her hands: "No!", she cried..............
"Shhhhh"... I said, it is only Count von LaBella my short, rotund next door neighbor. With that I opened the door and in hopped the Count. Upon seeing Angela all huddled by the fire, the Count, without any hesitation, asked... "Hey bro', getting any?" He had this dumb look on his face which startled me but I let it pass! I looked over at Angela and noticed her face was contorted with animalistic rage! What was going on here?

[Clydetz]

Yep! Just a typical day except I had the fireplace operating on all cylinders! :devil:

[Milu]

Yep! Just a typical day except I had the fireplace operating on all cylinders! :devil:

"I'll be cooking with gas in no time at all." He looked down at Angela's grimy face and said, "Damn, I know her. It's Angela. She used to work as a customer care assistant for some clown in Florida, what was his name?"

[bart-1]

(Will this be in Penthouse forum next month?)


Count von LaBella, the town pimp was always on the lookout for another working girl. Angela, the Count yelled out to the battered wrench. How would you like to work for me? Startled at first but then she told the Count, I'll start tonight! She always wanted to work for a midget dwarf pimp, especially one she could stomp his ass!

The Count demanded she service him first and with that he pulled off all of his clothes!


http://www.jerzeedevil.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10115/normal_ROnlad.jpg

[Drivetech]

Unfortunately, she had lost her reading glasses in the woods...

[aaron]

"and then i ate the bowl"

[007]

Even SuperJew can't save this thread. :(

[BenDibble]

"and then we all died"



this has more impact if i had my old title still in place.

[BenDibble]

no, but nice try. :hityou:

[Milu]

Even SuperJew can't save this thread. :(

What a pig's ear! :dammit:

Oh well, here's a tidy up before we let it die:



It was a misty autumn day with a fearsome chill in the air. From the forest an attractive woman came struggling out, she was naked under a torn London Fog raincoat, she had tears streaming down her face, it was streaked where the tears had run down her cheek marking it with clean trails , her hands were dirty and bloodied, the nails broken and black rimmed. she was barefoot and had fallen in the mud many times. I couldn't believe my eyes it was Angela, my first true love. She looked at me with frightened eyes, when she recognised me she looked at me without speaking and collapsed. I picked her up and carried her to my hunting cabin. I placed her in front of the fire on the fur rug and checked her for injuries, they were all superficial. I decided not to call an ambulance but covered her in blankets and went to the kitchen to prepare a hot drink for her. I sat with her and tried to comfort her as best I could, she did not speak and did not seem to be listening, she reminded me of a frightened rabbit. I remembered our love, I remembered how strange she could be - as if she lived a second, secret life. Suddenly my musings were broken by a knocking at the door. Angela curled up and hide her face in her hands: "No!", she cried..............
"Shhhhh"... I said, it is only Count von LaBella my short, rotund next door neighbor. With that I opened the door and in hopped the Count. Upon seeing Angela all huddled by the fire, the Count, without any hesitation, asked... "Hey bro', getting any?" He had this dumb look on his face which startled me but I let it pass! I looked over at Angela and noticed her face was contorted with animalistic rage! What was going on here? "sooo...it was just a typical day right?"

"Yep! Just a typical day except I had the fireplace operating on all cylinders, "I'll be cooking with gas in no time at all." He looked down at Angela's grimy face and said, "Damn, I know her. It's Angela. She used to work as a customer care assistant for some clown in Florida, what was his name?" "Count von LaBella, the town pimp was always on the lookout for another working girl. Angela, the Count yelled out to the battered wrench. How would you like to work for me? Startled at first but then she told the Count, I'll start tonight! She always wanted to work for a midget dwarf pimp, especially one she could stomp his ass!"

The Count demanded she service him first and with that he pulled off all of his clothes! Unfortunately, she had lost her reading glasses in the woods, and then I ate the bowl. This was not going to be a pleasant experience and I was not sure if I would be able to perform my part.

To help nature I put a sardine in my underpants and concentrated hard on a creature from the depths of depravity, dressed in leather, stockings and steel jewellary, a creature known as...........

[007]

...Chief Asswipe?

[RoadFish]

No, it wasn't Chief Asswipe, he was out of style since the invention of toilet paper. It was a creature known as a "Mod". Feared by many as a ruling class, but in reality humble keyboard creatures who worked in dim lit environs by the glow of their computer monitors keeping the Forums safe for the masses. There are many types of Mods, but this one was called ....

[tubtar]

No, it wasn't Chief Asswipe, he was out of style since the invention of toilet paper. It was a creature known as a "Mod". Feared by many as a ruling class, but in reality humble keyboard creatures who worked in dim lit environs by the glow of their computer monitors keeping the Forums safe for the masses. There are many types of Mods, but this one was called ....

And believe you , me ..............very few are chosen and fewer still are called.:bwah::bwah: