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Post by Warkitty on Jan 26, 2012 15:24:56 GMT -5
I thought it would be fun to see where a story went. Each reply should build on the previous. With as varied and entertaining as the folks here are, there's no telling what we might wind up with. Wanna Play?
So no shit, there I was just minding my own business when I heard the howl. It sounded like a pack of feral poodles or chihuahuas, which wouldn't normally seem so bad except in such large numbers.....
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Post by ssmynkint on Jan 26, 2012 15:45:44 GMT -5
...they have been known to strip the flesh off a small pig in minutes. Happily, all my porkers were safe in their sty, soI went to investigate. Rounding some shrubbery I.....
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Post by Justin Thyme on Jan 26, 2012 15:48:11 GMT -5
....noticed all the limbs had been stripped off of the bushes from the ground to about 18 inches up. There were also squirrel carcasses scattered around here and there.....
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2012 16:18:45 GMT -5
… but not for long as a murder of crows descended upon their feast, gobbling up the furry delicacies until …
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Post by Gary on Jan 26, 2012 22:58:24 GMT -5
...one by one, the crows fell slowly over, to lay motionless on the damp grass, left sodden by the recent rains. Yet, just as everything seemed lost...
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Post by Justin Thyme on Jan 27, 2012 7:17:36 GMT -5
.... I noticed one of the crows twitch. These birds weren't dead but were close to it. I considered the noise that brought me outside, the stripped shrubbery, the dead squirrels, the incapacitated crows and the recent rains. The pigs had not seemed alarmed but there was something afoot that fed on small, furry creatures and left their remains unsuitable for the scavengers. As I was thinking over these things I heard a loud "pop"......
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Post by Warkitty on Jan 27, 2012 7:45:02 GMT -5
I whirled around to look. "What could that possibly be?"
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Post by ssmynkint on Jan 27, 2012 7:51:48 GMT -5
With some trepidation, I peered over the bushes and saw a gaggled of children, howling like a pack of feral poodles, running around, stomping on the bloated bodies swelling in the sun. Then they saw me.
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Post by Warkitty on Jan 27, 2012 9:26:36 GMT -5
Their cries suddenly cut off, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. All eyes were upon me as the children started slowly edging towards me.
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Post by Justin Thyme on Jan 27, 2012 9:53:54 GMT -5
I spun on my heels and ran. As I turned the corner around the barn the ground suddenly jumped up and slammed into my face. I had tripped over something, but what? It was the handle of a scythe with the blade planted firmly in Jeb, my farm hands back. His hollow eyes were staring back at me and I recoild in revulsion but I had little time for grief. I could hear.....
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2012 10:16:58 GMT -5
… the sirens of rapidly approaching vehicles. Ambulance? Police? It could be either, but with my criminal history, I could not afford to be around to answer questions about the carnage and the evil brats on the property, much less the pork, fur and feathers, so I …
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Post by Gary on Jan 27, 2012 12:39:56 GMT -5
...stood up and quickly scanned the area, looking for a place to hide that the police wouldn't find me. The barn was out. The woods were too far away. The well... now that was a place they'd never look for me.
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Post by ssmynkint on Jan 27, 2012 12:46:41 GMT -5
I knew I needed some impliment to help me enter, and more importantly, exit the well. I wrenched the scythe from Jeb's back. The air rushing out of his dead lungs was a ghost-like whisper. I headed toward the well, but by that time the children had spotted me again.
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Post by Justin Thyme on Jan 27, 2012 16:09:19 GMT -5
At this point I felt trapped. There was no use in following my plan of entering the well, the children had already caught me. I had really messed any chance of talking my way out of this with the authorities when I grabbed the scythe. These kids might just be kids but the way they were acting, the way they were squealing and they way they were popping the bloated bodies of the squirrels had me freaked out. I was ready to start clearing a path through them with the scythe when a loud whistle caused me pause....
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Post by Warkitty on Jan 27, 2012 19:35:43 GMT -5
The children all turned to the noise like a pack of hounds might turn to watch the huntsman.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2012 20:13:04 GMT -5
While they were thus distracted, I just lay low; waiting to see who else would come to help. Surely someone else would come to the assistance of this situation. Could it really be that so few were willing to get involved? I just felt in my bones that there were many eyes seeing and knowing about this unfolding story, and yet, so little response. I knew the call had gone out. The sirens were evidence of that, but even with that, I just knew many more eyes than I could see were watching. Maybe they were just waiting to see what happened next, not knowing that their participation was essential. I couldn’t help but wonder, “What are you waiting for?” I knew I was going to be in trouble if I hung around, so I grabbed my cell phone, that infernal device I hardly knew how to use, and I …
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Post by ssmynkint on Jan 27, 2012 20:36:59 GMT -5
.. threw it into the well. I don't know why, but perhaps it will really jam things up; I was already having fantasies about others getting involved. LOL. But the whistling persisted, and, strangely, the children began walking, almost prancing in a line as if following the sound.
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Post by creekcat62 on Jan 28, 2012 13:19:58 GMT -5
The whistling meant life for me, as the children were drawn away from what was surely meant to be, a murderous end for me. Yet the sirens were getting closer, my future with the cops was nearly as bleak as the one that the children had in store for me. So I jumped to my feet,
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Post by Warkitty on Jan 28, 2012 14:45:58 GMT -5
and scampered back towards the well. At this stage, I just hoped the bucket's rope would be strong enough to climb back out with.
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Post by LimitedRecourse on Jan 28, 2012 17:57:11 GMT -5
I wept.
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Post by ssmynkint on Jan 28, 2012 19:46:02 GMT -5
Unaccustomed as I was to scampering, I managed to kick the handle of the scythe that I was still holding, propelling it up into violent contact with my nether regions.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2012 20:15:53 GMT -5
Sprawling on the ground in disabling pain and with tears in my eyes, I could only watch as the children started gathering up the crows, furry critters, swine, and even poor Jeb – and threw them all into the well. As a flock of starlings flew in group movements in concert with each other, the children suddenly turned to face me. I could only wonder what they would do next as I tried to recover from my injury. That’s when I spotted a pair of policemen running toward all of us. I knew my goose was cooked. At this point, I couldn’t outrun a snail. When one of the policemen yelled, the children suddenly ...
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Post by Police Moderator on Jan 28, 2012 21:57:11 GMT -5
... lawyered up.
Shortly thereafter, a lawyer called Flores showed up and he said.......
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Post by creekcat62 on Jan 29, 2012 2:56:24 GMT -5
, the children suddenly pointed at me, as I made my way to my feet. The policemen looked at me, standing there with my hands covering my nether regions and sycthe on the ground at my feet. I think they misunderstood my cries of pain for something other than that. I wasted no time, I tried scampering again, as best I could, until the children......... (with apologies to Police Moderator and Professorx)
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Post by ssmynkint on Jan 29, 2012 7:51:17 GMT -5
... ran en mass at the police, tackling them, gnawing at their ankles. pummeling them with tiny fists, jumping on them as on trampolines. Seizing the opportunity, and my goose, I put the latter under my arm and hobbled off towards the barn.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2012 10:40:45 GMT -5
I made it to the barn, leaving behind the horrid noises of breaking bones and anguished cries. The barn door was locked or stuck when I pulled on it, but I felt compelled to get in, so yanking with all my might, the door groaned and then ripped from its fastenings, falling on top of me. That is when I woke up from this weird dream finding myself in a room I couldn’t identify, and realizing …
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Post by joedog on Jan 29, 2012 10:48:14 GMT -5
When this guy walked into the room smoking a cigarette. Instead of in color he was in black and white. He started talking with a nasally tone. "Picture if you will......
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Post by Warkitty on Jan 29, 2012 10:55:19 GMT -5
a courtyard, you and I engaged in a kiss. The sweat of your body covers me..."
I screamed and sat up so fast that, well I banged my head, and that's why I woke up like that.
After this long tale, my cell mate looked at me and said "dude, I don't know what you been doin' but I want some of those drugs! At least now I know why you woke up screaming and hit yer head on my bunk.
"So what are you in for anyway?" He asked.
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Post by Gary on Jan 29, 2012 11:16:10 GMT -5
"Littering."
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Post by ssmynkint on Jan 29, 2012 11:53:50 GMT -5
and trespassing in a barn. You're not from around here, are you?
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