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Ár nDraíocht Féin
Three Cranes
Chaos Matrix

March 12th, 2004

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11:34 am - Challenge!
Okay. Here's the deal. I've taken everyone on my friends list, and (I think) ruled out duplicates. If you aren't on the list, let me know so I can add.

But the object is this: I give you the first line or phrase of a story, and you finish it. It can be as long or as short as you wish, and it can be in the comments or in your own journal.

Have fun, it's a time waster. The phrases were written down and then assigned randomly. Enjoy.

aicerno - "Mary looked up and saw. .."
aislinggheal - "No shit, there I was. . ."
anivair - "Bowing his head in prayer, Jacob. . ."
athanasios - "It must have been those beautiful blue eyes. . ."
autumnfey - "The sixteen men had obviously died drunk. . ."
bamfchickie - "The knocking grew louder. . ."
bean_drui - "The sex had been magnificent. . ."
beautycorrosion - "That night, the world stopped moving. . ."
blackthornglade - "Jane was several branches higher than I was. . ."
borabora385 - "His smile melted my heart. . ."
capriciouslass - "Her lungs ached and her muscles refused to obey. . ."
danicia - "The stewardess asked me. . ."
deedeehopskotch - "Twelve pirates and only one shot. What's a lady to do?"
drakhuss - "The bells grew louder. . ."
exina - "Sometimes an idiot tells the truest tales. . ."
eydimork - "'That bastard!' she screamed through her tears. . ."
featherynscale - "My anger had finally dissipated. . ."
fionnghal - "I hold the key. . ."
flyfishingdruid - "Captured by Amazons, I. . ."
fred_smith - "Angrily, she stormed out of the house carrying her. . ."
freyjasgydhia - "The road was dark and lonely, but the radio played on. . ."
gypsydove - "The creatures came to feed. . ."
ravenlaughing - "The tent was dark, but I knew what I was groping for. . ."
hearthstone - "Edith Whaley was burried with her golden. . ."
hekatatia - "There was nothing Penny liked in a man so much as. . ."
icemagick - "There was nothing Clark liked in a man so much as. . ."
jadewaterflame - "Elvis had a stinky butt. . ."
jenarael - "I felt like I was missing something. . ."
kallisti - "Otis Green was one ugly son of a bitch. . ."
khamul_shadow - "The candles burned low. . ."
kittenpants - "The hula dancer had obviously forgotten. . ."
kstanley - "When I first saw the brothel. . ."
ocean_star - "The sled dogs huddled around their dead musher. . ."
liliths_bane - "I reached for my gun as. . ."
invicti_solis - "It was about this point where I realized something was terribly wrong. . ."
mlleelizabeth - "As I entered the temple grounds. . ."
mmefrufru - "Pretending to sleep, I. . ."
myrch - "I awoke to two large eyes. . ."
occipitaldruid - "The dragon's horde glowed. . ."
perlgirlju - "When he said 'I love you'. . ."
qorinda - "Angry as she was. . ."
healing_coyote - "What I love best about. . ."
ray716 - "The Greek phalanx was closing in. . ."
raydon_12 - "The unicorn turned. . ."
rhiannon76 - "The rain just kept coming down. . ."
roc441 - "The saucer landed only a few feet away. . ."
rubydolphin - "The sky suddenly cleared. . ."
saffronhare - "He wrapped his strong hands around. . ."
sarahdipity418 - "She awoke with a start. . ."
satikat - "Twice this had happened. . ."
shes_unreal - "Sometimes in the night. . ."
smithing_chick - "The creature rose from the water. . ."
sparkliedragon - "She had killed nineteen men in her life. . ."
styskel - "And again the spiders came. . ."
suicidekttn - "Seven men and women gathered in the dark. . ."
tlachtga - "His teeth sank into her neck. . ."
tosk - "The coven was having its regular business meeting. . ."
triadruid - "There was that damn song again. . ."
vampyrecandy - "Oh, what a plesant dream *that* was. . ."
wishesofastar - "The old man had eyes of fire. . ."
wolf_sounds - "Running, she tripped. . ."
zylch - "Sweetly singing, she slipped several . . ."
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: "Math Suks", - JB

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Date:March 12th, 2004 08:39 am (UTC)
I am *not even* posting where that line made me go mentally....
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Date:March 12th, 2004 08:42 am (UTC)
Aww! Come on! You could always just speculate on where *my* mind was when I jotted it down. . .

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Date:March 12th, 2004 08:44 am (UTC)
Here's just a snippet:

When I first saw the brothel, I said, "Isn't it funny—the things you find when you come home unexpectedly?"

Naturally, it had never occurred to me that someone might be running a brothel out of my apartment when I wasn't there. Who were all these people and how did they get in and out so smoothly? Practice I suppose.
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Date:March 12th, 2004 08:48 am (UTC)
Ooh! If that's just a snippet, then I look forward to the rest of that!
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Date:March 12th, 2004 09:13 am (UTC)
Is there a deadline?
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Date:March 12th, 2004 09:54 am (UTC)
Nope :)
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Date:March 12th, 2004 09:55 am (UTC)
Yay! Excellent! Bravo!
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Date:March 12th, 2004 09:30 am (UTC)
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Date:March 12th, 2004 09:36 am (UTC)
The unicorn turned his head, his large liquid eyes falling upon the innocent young woman. Whispy strands of her auburn hair floated in the gentle breeze as her hazel eyes were locked into and entranced by the unicorns eyes. The stare slowly and irrvocably entwined their souls. After what may have been a moment or a millenium, the unicord broke the trance and vanished into the thick undergrowth. Even thought the unicorn has vanished from sight, Morrigan knew that she would always now where he was and what he was doing, and he her.
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Date:March 12th, 2004 10:00 am (UTC)

Very, very nice. I like it :)
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Date:March 12th, 2004 09:36 am (UTC)

It's bad...I'm not a writer...ah well

Running, she tripped. . . But isn’t that what all heavily-bosomed maidens do when running away from dragons. Especially when running through the swamp. And the shoes were 2 sizes too small to boot (she chuckled at the pun… ahem…). Whose idea was this, anyway, giving her high heels to wear? And come on, no maiden in their right mind would ever think about roaming around in a swamp by herself! As soon as she could pull her leg free from the knee-high crap that had the consistency of wet Coliche, she was going to commit a heinous murder on someone whom, she was sure, belonged to the Writers Guild. Her agent would hear about this! And where was the orange-and-mango-flavored soy milk she ordered to her trailer this morning? God forbid she had to eat her Wheaties DRY!!!!!!!!! And while she was on the subject, she could swear up and down that that new intern was googling at her boobs when she walked out of the trailer. Why must all flattering costumers work for sex-depraved directors who want nothing more than to get a million cleavage shots as you breathe heavily, wading through horse-shit!!!! And exactly WHERE did they get those horses from, anyway? Glue Factory rejects! Ugh! Her hair was in her face for the millionth time and she hadn’t eaten in an hour and they kept promising a soy latte before the scene, but did that come? Noooooo. And where was her assistant with the umbrella to shade her delicate eyes from the harsh rays of the tungsten lighting? Who was responsible for this poorly-run joint??? MAKE-UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!√
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Date:March 12th, 2004 10:03 am (UTC)

Re: It's bad...I'm not a writer...ah well

*laughs* That was great! Extremely creative!
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Date:March 12th, 2004 09:46 am (UTC)
Question - I'd like to do the same thing on my LJ, however I'm not creative with the lines. I was wondering (I'd give you credit, obviously) if I could swipe a few from your game to use?
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Date:March 12th, 2004 10:01 am (UTC)
Absolutely! Of course, if it turns into a meme, we'll all be writing stories until our fingers cramp up, but maybe that's for the best :)
Date:March 12th, 2004 10:04 am (UTC)
I did mine as a poem.. You probably figured I would though didn't you?
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Date:March 12th, 2004 10:35 am (UTC)
Actually, what a fortuitous line to assign me; I needed a phrase to begin my next Alien/Hobbit crossover Portugese-language slash fiction story.

I mean... getting right on it. Yessiree.
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Date:March 12th, 2004 10:37 am (UTC)
Cool :) I'm looking forward to what you write :)
Date:March 12th, 2004 11:21 am (UTC)
Elvis had a stinky but because he ate so much food that he got fat and shit a lot
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Date:March 12th, 2004 11:35 am (UTC)
Simple and efficient. Rock!

(that was a difficult one to work with)
Date:March 12th, 2004 11:21 am (UTC)

I do NOT like creative writing

The sky suddenly cleared, making it possible for everyone to leave and go home. I sighed, wishing for the storm to return now that everyone was on the road. Then I thanked the gods for small favors and settled down for an afternoon nap in my cool, dark room.

The End
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Date:March 12th, 2004 11:35 am (UTC)

Re: I do NOT like creative writing

Aww. But that's actually really good! Thanks for playing/humouring me :)
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Date:March 12th, 2004 11:49 am (UTC)
The creatures came to feed during the light of the full moon. It was windy and cloudy...they visited the trough earlier that day and found it empty of all but a few crumbs. They came back that night, hopeing that the PEOPLE had left some crumbs...
Crumbs they found, plus a few extra things. The lost felt all the better for that...
A cape, a pair of boots...a tankard....all left lying near the trough. The man creature took the cape and wrapped it around his woman...tried on the boots, found they fit. The tankard they filled with water from a puddle left by the rain earlier that afternoon.
From the Shadows, their Patrons smiled and disappeared in a gust of wind.
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Date:March 12th, 2004 11:49 am (UTC)
Hehe. Posted my comment on that on the previous entry :)
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Date:March 12th, 2004 11:57 am (UTC)

bah......no good.

"The saucer landed only a few feet away. . ."

The saucer landed only a few feet away, quite to my surprise it didn't break as the teacup that had hit the wall above my head had. I was huddled in the corner of the sitting room, behind an overstuffed armchair. It amazed me that the war zone I was in the middle of had only an hour ago started off as a visit with the two old widows that lived together in their run down house at the end of our street. I marvelled at the accuracy an eighty year old wheel chair bound woman could achive once you put a sugar bowl in her frail hands, and it was all over what one womans son had said about the other womans grandaughter. As another platter smashed against the table I hoped they would soon run out of china, and decided it would be wisest to make my escape before they got to the silverware.

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Date:March 12th, 2004 12:51 pm (UTC)

Re: bah......no good.

Aw, man, I love it! It's excellent! :)
Date:March 12th, 2004 01:46 pm (UTC)

235 words of mini-saga

Angrily, she stormed out of the house carrying her Infernal Engine. Not for the first time in her life, Carla found herself amazed at how incredibly inconsiderate her little brother could be. This was third time that he had cannibalised her machines for batteries for his Game Boy Advanced without asking. And this time around he hadn't even been willing to apologise.

Carla knew that he was young, and that to him the output of the Infernal Machine was far less important than another game of Tetris. But still, this was even worse than the time her mother had accidentally disabled the internal chronometer trying to turn the volume down, or when dad had accidentally snapped off the waveform amplifier. It would take weeks for the Infernal Engine to recover its essential functions, and that's if she could find time for it in between homework and her part time job.

For now, she couldn't be bothered with it. There wasn't time right now, with exams and history essays to write. She crossed the road and angrily threw the machine into the recycling bins. Carla walked away, as a thick cloud of toxic black smoke rose from the trashcan behind her. She knew, secretly, that it would never have worked anyway. It's hard to be a mad scientist at the best of times, but when you still live with your family it is all but impossible.
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Date:March 12th, 2004 01:49 pm (UTC)

Re: 235 words of mini-saga


I am glad I added you to the friends list and gave you a line to write from! Bravo!

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