***************** Lets write a story and see what, if any, plot develops. Copy the story up to the point its at and add your sentence. Add as much as you wish to the story, but try not to have two consecutive postings. I'll begin. ********************
Feeling overwhelmed by the number of new postings, Mark looked at the calendar in confusion.
[This message has been edited by hughholly (edited July 20, 2004).]
Posted by Christine (Member # 1646) on :
Suddenly, the calendar began spiralling backward, month by month, in a whirlwind of electronic pages: July, june, May, April, March, February, January...
Posted by hughholly (Member # 2116) on :
Feeling overwhelmed by the number of new postings, Mark looked at the calendar in confusion. Suddenly, the calendar began spiraling backward, month by month, in a whirlwind of electronic pages: July, June, May, April, March, February, January... His increasing anxiety caused him to swallow hard, keeping the bile at bay.
[This message has been edited by hughholly (edited July 20, 2004).]
Posted by J. Alfred Prufrock (Member # 2114) on :
Feeling overwhelmed by the number of new postings, Mark looked at the calendar in confusion. Suddenly, the calendar began spiraling backward, month by month, in a whirlwind of electronic pages: July, June, May, April, March, February, January... His increasing anxiety caused him to swallow hard, keeping the bile at bay. Now he couldn't remember when his date with Julia was going to be, although she'd be sure to let him know when the time came with another foul string of phone calls.
Posted by MaryRobinette (Member # 1680) on :
Feeling overwhelmed by the number of new postings, Mark looked at the calendar in confusion. Suddenly, the calendar began spiraling backward, month by month, in a whirlwind of electronic pages: July, June, May, April, March, February, January... His increasing anxiety caused him to swallow hard, keeping the bile at bay. Now he couldn't remember when his date with Julia was going to be, although she'd be sure to let him know when the time came with another foul string of phone calls. If only he could remember when they had first met online, but the date of their anniversary eluded him.
Posted by Phanto (Member # 1619) on :
Feeling overwhelmed by the number of new postings, Mark looked at the calendar in confusion. Suddenly, the calendar began spiraling backward, month by month, in a whirlwind of electronic pages: July, June, May, April, March, February, January...
His increasing anxiety caused him to swallow hard, keeping the bile at bay. Now he couldn't remember when his date with Julia was going to be, although she'd be sure to let him know when the time came with another foul string of phone calls.
If only he could remember when they had first met online, but the date of their anniversary eluded him.
Damn it, why am I such an idiot?
Posted by hughholly (Member # 2116) on :
Feeling overwhelmed by the number of new postings, Mark looked at the calendar in confusion. Suddenly, the calendar began spiraling backward, month by month, in a whirlwind of electronic pages: July, June, May, April, March, February, January...
His increasing anxiety caused him to swallow hard, keeping the bile at bay. Now he couldn't remember when his date with Julia was going to be, although she'd be sure to let him know when the time came with another foul string of phone calls.
If only he could remember when they had first met online, but the date of their anniversary eluded him.
Damn it, why am I such an idiot? But right after thinking this, Mark noticed the calendar’s reversal seem to slow as it approached.. what date...
Posted by Keeley (Member # 2088) on :
Feeling overwhelmed by the number of new postings, Mark looked at the calendar in confusion. Suddenly, the calendar began spiraling backward, month by month, in a whirlwind of electronic pages: July, June, May, April, March, February, January... His increasing anxiety caused him to swallow hard, keeping the bile at bay. Now he couldn't remember when his date with Julia was going to be, although she'd be sure to let him know when the time came with another foul string of phone calls.
If only he could remember when they had first met online, but the date of their anniversary eluded him.
Damn it, why am I such an idiot? But right after thinking this, Mark noticed the calendar’s reversal seem to slow as it approached.. what date... but... this couldn't be.
Posted by hughholly (Member # 2116) on :
Feeling overwhelmed by the number of new postings, Mark looked at the calendar in confusion. Suddenly, the calendar began spiraling backward, month by month, in a whirlwind of electronic pages: July, June, May, April, March, February, January...
His increasing anxiety caused him to swallow hard, keeping the bile at bay. Now he couldn't remember when his date with Julia was going to be, although she'd be sure to let him know when the time came with another foul string of phone calls. If only he could remember when they had first met online, but the date of their anniversary eluded him.
Damn it, why am I such an idiot? But right after thinking this, Mark noticed the calendar’s reversal seem to slow as it approached.. what date... but... this couldn't be. After running to the window and seeing barren trees and snow, he now remembered the anniversary date... today... again.
Posted by TruHero (Member # 1766) on :
Feeling overwhelmed by the number of new postings, Mark looked at the calendar in confusion. Suddenly, the calendar began spiraling backward, month by month, in a whirlwind of electronic pages: July, June, May, April, March, February, January... His increasing anxiety caused him to swallow hard, keeping the bile at bay. Now he couldn't remember when his date with Julia was going to be, although she'd be sure to let him know when the time came with another foul string of phone calls. If only he could remember when they had first met online, but the date of their anniversary eluded him.
Damn it, why am I such an idiot? But right after thinking this, Mark noticed the calendar’s reversal seem to slow as it approached.. what date... but... this couldn't be. After running to the window and seeing barren trees and snow, he now remembered the anniversary date... today... again. These experiments were taxing him pretty heavily and he knew he couldn't keep this up much longer.
Posted by Keeley (Member # 2088) on :
Feeling overwhelmed by the number of new postings, Mark looked at the calendar in confusion. Suddenly, the calendar began spiraling backward, month by month, in a whirlwind of electronic pages: July, June, May, April, March, February, January... His increasing anxiety caused him to swallow hard, keeping the bile at bay. Now he couldn't remember when his date with Julia was going to be, although she'd be sure to let him know when the time came with another foul string of phone calls. If only he could remember when they had first met online, but the date of their anniversary eluded him.
Damn it, why am I such an idiot? But right after thinking this, Mark noticed the calendar’s reversal seem to slow as it approached.. what date... but... this couldn't be. After running to the window and seeing barren trees and snow, he now remembered the anniversary date... today... again.
These experiments were taxing him pretty heavily and he knew he couldn't keep this up much longer.
Mark took a shivering breath and ran his trembling fingers through his unwashed hair.
[This message has been edited by Keeley (edited July 22, 2004).]
Posted by Christine (Member # 1646) on :
Am I the only one who thinks this story stopped making sense a long time ago?
Posted by Keeley (Member # 2088) on :
No. But then, I have kids, so I'm used to confusion.
Posted by Phanto (Member # 1619) on :
*and to snap it back into "rationality" --fine, it's not one sentence...sorry *
Feeling overwhelmed by the number of new postings, Mark looked at the calendar in confusion. Suddenly, the calendar began spiraling backward, month by month, in a whirlwind of electronic pages: July, June, May, April, March, February, January... His increasing anxiety caused him to swallow hard, keeping the bile at bay. Now he couldn't remember when his date with Julia was going to be, although she'd be sure to let him know when the time came with another foul string of phone calls. If only he could remember when they had first met online, but the date of their anniversary eluded him. Damn it, why am I such an idiot? But right after thinking this, Mark noticed the calendar’s reversal seem to slow as it approached.. what date... but... this couldn't be. After running to the window and seeing barren trees and snow, he now remembered the anniversary date... today... again.
These experiments were taxing him pretty heavily and he knew he couldn't keep this up much longer.
Mark took a shivering breath and ran his trembling fingers through his unwashed hair. The vial of bright pink liquid caught his eye.
No. I can't. Not today.
Posted by Lord Darkstorm (Member # 1610) on :
Feeling overwhelmed by the number of new postings, Mark looked at the calendar in confusion. Suddenly, the calendar began spiraling backward, month by month, in a whirlwind of electronic pages: July, June, May, April, March, February, January... His increasing anxiety caused him to swallow hard, keeping the bile at bay. Now he couldn't remember when his date with Julia was going to be, although she'd be sure to let him know when the time came with another foul string of phone calls. If only he could remember when they had first met online, but the date of their anniversary eluded him. Damn it, why am I such an idiot? But right after thinking this, Mark noticed the calendar’s reversal seem to slow as it approached.. what date... but... this couldn't be. After running to the window and seeing barren trees and snow, he now remembered the anniversary date... today... again.
These experiments were taxing him pretty heavily and he knew he couldn't keep this up much longer.
Mark took a shivering breath and ran his trembling fingers through his unwashed hair. The vial of bright pink liquid caught his eye.
No. I can't. Not today.
He was so close to haveing the answer. It was just out of reach, and he wished Julia could just understand. This was his life's work.
Posted by Robyn_Hood (Member # 2083) on :
Feeling overwhelmed by the number of new postings, Mark looked at the calendar in confusion. Suddenly, the calendar began spiraling backward, month by month, in a whirlwind of electronic pages: July, June, May, April, March, February, January... His increasing anxiety caused him to swallow hard, keeping the bile at bay. Now he couldn't remember when his date with Julia was going to be, although she'd be sure to let him know when the time came with another foul string of phone calls. If only he could remember when they had first met online, but the date of their anniversary eluded him. Damn it, why am I such an idiot? But right after thinking this, Mark noticed the calendar’s reversal seem to slow as it approached.. what date... but... this couldn't be. After running to the window and seeing barren trees and snow, he now remembered the anniversary date... today... again. These experiments were taxing him pretty heavily and he knew he couldn't keep this up much longer.
Mark took a shivering breath and ran his trembling fingers through his unwashed hair. The vial of bright pink liquid caught his eye.
No. I can't. Not today.
He was so close to haveing the answer. It was just out of reach, and he wished Julia could just understand. This was his life's work.
In order to learn how to control time, it would mean sacrifices, not just for him but for the people he was close to. It struck him as odd though that Julia seemed to be aware of the temperal shifts. No one else had ever seemed to notice. Yet, once he had met her, they seemed to be linked. No matter how many times he hit the proverbial rewind button, they always met and she always knew everything.
Posted by cathcoll (Member # 2127) on :
Feeling overwhelmed by the number of new postings, Mark looked at the calendar in confusion. Suddenly, the calendar began spiraling backward, month by month, in a whirlwind of electronic pages: July, June, May, April, March, February, January... His increasing anxiety caused him to swallow hard, keeping the bile at bay. Now he couldn't remember when his date with Julia was going to be, although she'd be sure to let him know when the time came with another foul string of phone calls. If only he could remember when they had first met online, but the date of their anniversary eluded him. Damn it, why am I such an idiot? But right after thinking this, Mark noticed the calendar’s reversal seem to slow as it approached.. what date... but... this couldn't be. After running to the window and seeing barren trees and snow, he now remembered the anniversary date... today... again.
These experiments were taxing him pretty heavily and he knew he couldn't keep this up much longer. Mark took a shivering breath and ran his trembling fingers through his unwashed hair. The vial of bright pink liquid caught his eye.
No. I can't. Not today.
He was so close to haveing the answer. It was just out of reach, and he wished Julia could just understand. This was his life's work.
In order to learn how to control time, it would mean sacrifices, not just for him but for the people he was close to. It struck him as odd though that Julia seemed to be aware of the temporal shifts. No one else had ever seemed to notice. Yet, once he had met her, they seemed to be linked. No matter how many times he hit the proverbial rewind button, they always met and she always knew everything.
He thought about the recent roadblock he had encountered and for a fleeting moment a thought went through his head: what if Julia were part of the problem?
Posted by goatboy (Member # 2062) on :
Feeling overwhelmed by the number of new postings, Mark looked at the calendar in confusion. Suddenly, the calendar began spiraling backward, month by month, in a whirlwind of electronic pages: July, June, May, April, March, February, January... His increasing anxiety caused him to swallow hard, keeping the bile at bay. Now he couldn't remember when his date with Julia was going to be, although she'd be sure to let him know when the time came with another foul string of phone calls. If only he could remember when they had first met online, but the date of their anniversary eluded him. Damn it, why am I such an idiot? But right after thinking this, Mark noticed the calendar’s reversal seem to slow as it approached.. what date... but... this couldn't be. After running to the window and seeing barren trees and snow, he now remembered the anniversary date... today... again. These experiments were taxing him pretty heavily and he knew he couldn't keep this up much longer. Mark took a shivering breath and ran his trembling fingers through his unwashed hair. The vial of bright pink liquid caught his eye.
No. I can't. Not today.
He was so close to haveing the answer. It was just out of reach, and he wished Julia could just understand. This was his life's work.
In order to learn how to control time, it would mean sacrifices, not just for him but for the people he was close to. It struck him as odd though that Julia seemed to be aware of the temporal shifts. No one else had ever seemed to notice. Yet, once he had met her, they seemed to be linked. No matter how many times he hit the proverbial rewind button, they always met and she always knew everything.
He thought about the recent roadblock he had encountered and for a fleeting moment a thought went through his head: what if Julia were part of the problem?
Without conscious thought, his fingers began caressing the vial of pink fluid...
Posted by MisterRaziel (Member # 2151) on :
Feeling overwhelmed by the number of new postings, Mark looked at the calendar in confusion. Suddenly, the calendar began spiraling backward, month by month, in a whirlwind of electronic pages: July, June, May, April, March, February, January... His increasing anxiety caused him to swallow hard, keeping the bile at bay. Now he couldn't remember when his date with Julia was going to be, although she'd be sure to let him know when the time came with another foul string of phone calls. If only he could remember when they had first met online, but the date of their anniversary eluded him. Damn it, why am I such an idiot? But right after thinking this, Mark noticed the calendar’s reversal seem to slow as it approached.. what date... but... this couldn't be. After running to the window and seeing barren trees and snow, he now remembered the anniversary date... today... again. These experiments were taxing him pretty heavily and he knew he couldn't keep this up much longer. Mark took a shivering breath and ran his trembling fingers through his unwashed hair. The vial of bright pink liquid caught his eye. No. I can't. Not today.
He was so close to haveing the answer. It was just out of reach, and he wished Julia could just understand. This was his life's work.
In order to learn how to control time, it would mean sacrifices, not just for him but for the people he was close to. It struck him as odd though that Julia seemed to be aware of the temporal shifts. No one else had ever seemed to notice. Yet, once he had met her, they seemed to be linked. No matter how many times he hit the proverbial rewind button, they always met and she always knew everything.
He thought about the recent roadblock he had encountered and for a fleeting moment a thought went through his head: what if Julia were part of the problem?
Without conscious thought, his fingers began caressing the vial of pink fluid... His mind still on other things, it was with the deepest terror and surprise that he found himself choking on a mouthful of the thick, acrid liquid.
Posted by anna082347 (Member # 2177) on :
He gagged. There was a sudden, horrible taste of rotten eggs in his mouth. Bending his head forward, he fought to keep his bile in his stomach.
Posted by tonyleehealey (Member # 2171) on :
Feeling overwhelmed by the number of new postings, Mark looked at the calendar in confusion. Suddenly, the calendar began spiraling backward, month by month, in a whirlwind of electronic pages: July, June, May, April, March, February, January... His increasing anxiety caused him to swallow hard, keeping the bile at bay. Now he couldn't remember when his date with Julia was going to be, although she'd be sure to let him know when the time came with another foul string of phone calls. If only he could remember when they had first met online, but the date of their anniversary eluded him. Damn it, why am I such an idiot? But right after thinking this, Mark noticed the calendar’s reversal seem to slow as it approached.. what date... but... this couldn't be. After running to the window and seeing barren trees and snow, he now remembered the anniversary date... today... again. These experiments were taxing him pretty heavily and he knew he couldn't keep this up much longer. Mark took a shivering breath and ran his trembling fingers through his unwashed hair. The vial of bright pink liquid caught his eye. No. I can't. Not today. He was so close to haveing the answer. It was just out of reach, and he wished Julia could just understand. This was his life's work.
In order to learn how to control time, it would mean sacrifices, not just for him but for the people he was close to. It struck him as odd though that Julia seemed to be aware of the temporal shifts. No one else had ever seemed to notice. Yet, once he had met her, they seemed to be linked. No matter how many times he hit the proverbial rewind button, they always met and she always knew everything.
He thought about the recent roadblock he had encountered and for a fleeting moment a thought went through his head: what if Julia were part of the problem?
Without conscious thought, his fingers began caressing the vial of pink fluid... His mind still on other things, it was with the deepest terror and surprise that he found himself choking on a mouthful of the thick, acrid liquid. He gagged. There was a sudden, horrible taste of rotten eggs in his mouth. Bending his head forward, he fought to keep his bile in his stomach.
His vision blurred and then he was thrown backward into one of the filing cabinets, as if a giant had slugged him one in the guts. His breath was knocked out of him, and he slid to the floor. The hairs began to sprout on the backs of his hands, his legs began to lengthen, and (Oh Dear God!) that old transformation started to take place all over again. "No! Please!" he screamed as his clothing ripped and his body bristled with a new covering of thick brown fur...
Tony.
Posted by J (Member # 2197) on :
The fur dissapeared, replaced by blue spots. His remote awareness that the hallucinations were his mind's way of coping with time travel was a thin shield against the insanity of the moment.
Posted by Keeley (Member # 2088) on :
The blue spots spread and thinned, changing color as they moved, like the images in a kaleidascope, changing faster -- faster -- faster until the world was nothing but burning white light.
Posted by J (Member # 2197) on :
Slowly awareness returned, as his mind once again recovered from experiencing the extra-dimensional madness no man was meant to see.
[This message has been edited by J (edited October 18, 2004).]
But then, I have kids, so I'm used to confusion.
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