I am *not even* posting where that line made me go mentally....
LOL

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Aww! Come on! You could always just speculate on where *my* mind was when I jotted it down. . .

*grins*

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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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Ooh! If that's just a snippet, then I look forward to the rest of that!

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Is there a deadline?

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Nope :)

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Yay! Excellent! Bravo!

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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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Very, very nice. I like it :)

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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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*laughs* That was great! Extremely creative!

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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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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 :)

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I did mine as a poem.. You probably figured I would though didn't you?

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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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Cool :) I'm looking forward to what you write :)

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Elvis had a stinky but because he ate so much food that he got fat and shit a lot

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Simple and efficient. Rock!

(that was a difficult one to work with)

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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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Aww. But that's actually really good! Thanks for playing/humouring me :)

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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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Hehe. Posted my comment on that on the previous entry :)

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"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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Aw, man, I love it! It's excellent! :)

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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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Beautiful!

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

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