Michelle420
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A carl's jr 6 dollar burger in which the original flowery blue eyed blonde gladly ate nom nom nom, of course offering the cross dressing cop a bite to
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ropey's rope near lumpy's lump it was quite a site for...
Add a couple lines and let's see where it goes..
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She seemed to float gracefully through the tall grass of the meadow. He cherished the sight and was taken as if held in a dream.
The day was one that brought him back to a childhood of carefree play, with friends who stood by you, or pushed you into more trouble than you could handle. The woods that surrounded the meadow were the type that brought out tales of creatures, bumping through dappled shadows, ready to eat wayward children. Had it not been for the murders a decade back, the rumors of a haunting likely would not have started. Yet, here he was, watching a woman cross a meadow as if her feet touched nothing but the ethereal. Her movement and the silence seem to hold time itself in a breathless moment.
Ever noticed how anything that starts off being united (like poets and writers doing a joint venture of writing a unique story) ends divisively? What if we started a story off that was divisive period. Would people be inclined to heal the rift or separate it further?
For example, if we started over with a worst-case scenario, where would the story go? Here's a rewrite of lumpy's starting lines:
"She seemed to stumble gracelessly through the tall grass of the meadow. He deplored the sight of her and took off."
Please add a sentence that makes the couple the epicenter of the story and not gross Freudian Stage I animalistic references.
She opened her eyes and looked straight at the man. "Sleep well, miss?" He asked. "Yes, thank you for taking care of me today. By the way, you never told me your name. I would like to know the name of my savior." She said. "My name is Damien. Damien Strauss."
"I'm so sorry, Michaela," said Damien.
"Thanks, Damien," said Michaela, "At least I learned very early in life how truly precious life is when someone you love can leave so suddenly and without notice."
"Is that a good thing to know? Damien asked, trying desperately to make conversation.
"Are you always so philosophical this early in the day?" she said with a shy smile.
He said, ...