[StillFingers]

Since the two word games are being violated on a regular basis, I thought it about time we had a free form writers area/challenge...write anything you want, about anything you want, fact or fiction, word, sentence, paragraph, poem, spelled correctly or not, be creative, surprise everyone, just continue the story...do keep it clean tho, no filthy or offensive language...subject matter I leave to your discretion, unless someone objects, then I guess Simon will axe the offending prose and/or move this to the members only area. Oh yeah...if you hadn't noticed, sentence run-ons and lousy punctuation are okay. If you're all up for something new in 2010, crack your knuckles, dip your quills and; here's something to start us off...

An early morning's fog began to lift revealing a magnificent sunrise. Birds began singing as dew vanished from each blade of grass while the town of...

This post has been edited by StillFingers: 02 January 2010 - 07:14 PM

[Scribbler]

StillFingers, on Jan 2 2010, 07:10 PM, said:

Since the two word games are being violated on a regular basis, I thought it about time we had a free form writers area/challenge...write anything you want, about anything you want, fact or fiction, word, sentence, paragraph, poem, spelled correctly or not, be creative, surprise everyone, just continue the story...do keep it clean tho, no filthy or offensive language...subject matter I leave to your discretion, unless someone objects, then I guess Simon will axe the offending prose and/or move this to the members only area. Oh yeah...if you hadn't noticed, sentence run-ons and lousy punctuation are okay. If you're all up for something new in 2010, crack your knuckles, dip your quills and; here's something to start us off...

An early morning's fog began to lift revealing a magnificent sunrise. Birds began singing as dew vanished from each blade of grass while the town of...

Who are you accusing of violating the Word Game Gerry?.. People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones!!!

[StillFingers]

Scribbler, on Jan 2 2010, 11:26 AM, said:

StillFingers, on Jan 2 2010, 07:10 PM, said:

Since the two word games are being violated on a regular basis, I thought it about time we had a free form writers area/challenge...write anything you want, about anything you want, fact or fiction, word, sentence, paragraph, poem, spelled correctly or not, be creative, surprise everyone, just continue the story...do keep it clean tho, no filthy or offensive language...subject matter I leave to your discretion, unless someone objects, then I guess Simon will axe the offending prose and/or move this to the members only area. Oh yeah...if you hadn't noticed, sentence run-ons and lousy punctuation are okay. If you're all up for something new in 2010, crack your knuckles, dip your quills and; here's something to start us off...

An early morning's fog began to lift revealing a magnificent sunrise. Birds began singing as dew vanished from each blade of grass while the town of...

Who are you accusing of violating the Word Game Gerry?.. People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones!!!

i did not exclude myself, for i am indeed a violator of both...evil laugh, just thought i'd try something new...my bad, oh well

[E-DOG]

Well shit! Didn't this get off to a great start!
The hell am I gonna do now? I know, maybe I'll go see if the vacuum cleaner is powerful enough to suck one of my eye balls outa my head.

Great work guys. Now my Saturday's shot all to hell.

"while the town of Turdbottom Alabama, once considered the chewing tobacco capital of the deep south, slowly shook off the vertiginous effects of yet another Bourbon soaked cock fighting frenzy of a night. A night never to be forgotten no matter how much of that sour mash syrup the towns people poured down their throats. A night of horrific violence and depravity the likes of which not even Steven King could possibly describe. A night that would scar the psyche's of every man woman and child, every dog and cat to their dying days.

[Tetracyclone]

Not so the one losing rooster who had actually survived the night. he awoke to find he was not only alive, but under the front porch where chicken wire stapled to the supports kept him safe from 2 lurking cats. Perhaps his human had tossed him there in disgust after he lost his round last night, but it is morning and this rather weary rooster still felt enough life to salute the sun in the usual way.

Following his second salute a boot hit the chicken wire hard. Two human feet- one booted and one naked, were visible a few meters away, and his beloved human cursed him soundly. Guess the Old Guy felt worse than Rooster. Rooster primmed proudly and let loose one more salute, much though it cost him, and his Old Guy exploded with, "...

[StillFingers]

"ah hell with you, stay there an rot for all I care you worthless cock." Little did the human know this ragged out old bird had a name. A name hidden, not spoken by many a town's folk, for all feared the evil being hidden within would once again arise from from it's feathery cloak. As it's human began to walk away, Rooster raised its head and winked, then continued primming as the sun burned away the remaining morning's fog.

Standing close to lake's edge, rod n reel in weather hands, Turdbottom's paster waited for another bite. An old worn gunnysack laid to his left, near full of fat whiskered catfish. Down the lake a bit, clothed in sun bleached jeans and teeshirts, children skipped smooth shiny rocks across it's muddy ripples. As they played, all wondered how much fun next week's county fair would be.

Arranged in near perfect formation, a flock of grey geese flying in from the northeast caught the paster's eye, suddenly the line from his fishing reel...




Ian, Pat, thanks for given this a go...XO!

This post has been edited by StillFingers: 03 January 2010 - 06:03 AM

[allis53ca]

......broke. "f*@k!" exclaimed the pastor...which of course sent all the children running in a panic, thinking he was off probation already.




sorry jerry, it woulda stayed pure a lot longer if you hadn't accused us of violating the other threads and using dirty words...it was just too tempting....and then you said "cock"

This post has been edited by allis53ca: 03 January 2010 - 07:28 AM

[dangerousdave]

Alas some ran straight into a rabbit net set up earlier and can now be found for sale on E-Bay

[StillFingers]

Other children ran to the preacher, thinking something horrible had occurred. When they reached him, they found...

allis53ca, on Jan 2 2010, 11:24 PM, said:

......broke. "f*@k!" exclaimed the pastor...which of course sent all the children running in a panic, thinking he was off probation already.

sorry jerry, it woulda stayed pure a lot longer if you hadn't accused us of violating the other threads and using dirty words...it was just too tempting....and then you said "cock"

this reply is provided with a lightness of heart, knowing full well my "tempting" use of the word cock and your apparent perverted vocabulary no worries, my vocabulary is just as bad, however...

surely you jest...if you hadn't noticed, "cock", was used by e-dog in the post above mine, it referenced the fighting of birds, roosters in this case, the "dirty" nature of this word would be your or perhaps a more modern interpretation, not unlike the word "gay" which in older times described a person that was happy. in this case the former describes the male of a bird species; a Rooster. There was no "dirty" intent here, you brought this down to the dirty level, fortunately or unfortunately for us...i guess...your expletive is now a common word in everyday language. Check out your dictionary or take a look at the entry in Wikipedia, in this context "cock" is not found in the crouch/gutter.

try to keep it clean folks...i know it's tempting.

Rooster
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rooster

This post has been edited by StillFingers: 03 January 2010 - 04:22 PM

[dangerousdave]

E-DOG, or someone of the same ilk
Thus loads of little gits came to a grizzly end
And the priecher thought "time to move on" and fish for more souls

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[Tetracyclone]

Rooster watched all this carefully. Possibly E-Dog was an ally from the Dark Side, but that was a contradiction of terms. There are no allies on the Dark Side, only fellow travelers. Those children's souls, however, would make a tasty meal and were still within reach. Fishing for souls occurs on both sides of the River.

Rooster cautiously squeezed out from under the porch and...

[hooplady]

..surveyed his surroundings carefully. His feline nemeses were nowhere in sight, so he set about planning his escape.

[allis53ca]

Little did he know, the pussies were watching him from the camouflage of the nearby bushes...laying in wait to ambush him.

[Tetracyclone]

The first cat was on him without warning but instinct took over and Rooster thrust his claws straight at the cat's right eye. God bless the Old Guy! He had left Roosters spurs on and that eye just popped right out. The cat loosed such a piercing yowl that the second kitty cringed backward, studied the scene, and...

[allis53ca]

...said "damn, the vacuum cleaner is powerful enough to suck one of my eye balls outa my head."

[E-DOG]

Dang thing just popped right outa my head slicker than snot on a doorknob. Rolled downhill and laid to rest right there in front o' damn game cock. Human ambled on up an' looked down an' said "why I'll be shit fried to a golden brown, some fool just throw'd away a perfectly good eyeball!" Wait'll I tell mama. She's a gonna....

[StillFingers]

"...wish I had both."

Continuing its retreat, Kitty noticed the irises of Rooster's eyes turning an unearthly black and his feathers beginning to ruffle in a violent frightening pattern. Something wasn't right. Kitty turned and was immediately devoured by the ever widening jaws of a huge cotton mouth.

As venom slowly paralyzed Kitty, milky white jaws closed. Snake glared at Rooster, a grin and a wink were exchanged between these two travelers. Each quietly returned to their lairs, one full of Kitty, the other satiated by the sheer beauty of the moment. One eyed Kitty lay torn and bleeding, trembling from the spectacle, knowing the peril all living creatures would eventually have to endure.

Jimmy and Sally, having silently watched the attack, put one eyed Kitty into a slightly sun warmed blanket and...

This post has been edited by StillFingers: 04 January 2010 - 03:32 AM

[allis53ca]

.....tossed him over the fence to junk yard dog, who had just begun to think he'd be the only one not to get any pussy.




(no fair, i'm keepin it clean and E's gettin to use bad words)

This post has been edited by allis53ca: 04 January 2010 - 07:24 AM

[greybeard]

Jake drove the tractor in irregular zigzags across the field in the general direction of the hayrick in the far corner. He would have taken a more direct route had it not been for the amount of alcohol still surging through his system. Yesterday evening, he knew he ought to stop drinking as soon as he heard the news but old habits die hard. The more he thought about..................

[Tetracyclone]

StillFingers, on Jan 3 2010, 10:25 PM, said:

"...wish I had both."

Continuing its retreat, Kitty noticed the irises of Rooster's eyes turning an unearthly black and his feathers beginning to ruffle in a violent frightening pattern. Something wasn't right. Kitty turned and was immediately devoured by the ever widening jaws of a huge cotton mouth.

As venom slowly paralyzed Kitty, milky white jaws closed. Snake glared at Rooster, a grin and a wink were exchanged between these two travelers. Each quietly returned to their lairs, one full of Kitty, the other satiated by the sheer beauty of the moment. One eyed Kitty lay torn and bleeding, trembling from the spectacle, knowing the peril all living creatures would eventually have to endure.

Jimmy and Sally, having silently watched the attack, put one eyed Kitty into a slightly sun warmed blanket and...

Oh Still, that is beautiful...

[Tetracyclone]

The more sure he was that the accident which laid the Pastor up in the hospital was a Sign. A sign meant for Jake himself. Pastor had taken his catfish home and then slipped in the pile of innards he dumped on the floor before he even got to cooking lunch. Broke his neck in his own kitchen! Ma said Pastor has a spinal cord injury and he can't move anything but his right hand a little. His whole life taken from him between breakfast and lunch! Guess the man won't be breaking probation with any more sweet young parishioners.

He and the Pastor had been drinkin' together just last night, and this was a sign. Jake had to quit drinking, which means he has to get his own place because Ma is always drinking. Might even have to quit raising fighting cocks- that business always includes bourbon. Cannot do the simplest transaction without bourbon.

Jake got to the hayrick but ...

[E-DOG]

but upon arrival the realization that he would never return home hit him like a ton of bricks. Actually more like a ton of porcine viscera left in the hot summer sun for a week and a half. Because what ol' Jake the drunk saw that day was beyond anything anyone could possibly imagine, in this lifetime or any other. For there Jake stood, up close an' personal, face to face to the most unbelievable piece of.........

[StillFingers]

pork butt, and other bits, that would be perfect for the coming County Fair barbecue contest.

Jake scratched his near hairless head a bit, wondering who or what could or would have butchered the paster's prize winning sow. Each bit of flesh had been dressed to perfection and wrapped in cling wrap. He loaded the dozen or so beer coolers on the tractor and headed for his Ma's, figurin he'd come back tomorrow to finish chores.

As Jake rounded the corner, tractor full of potential barbecue, he noticed half a dozen police cars surrounding...

[allis53ca]

....his ma...probably busted for prostitution again, he thought to himself

[dangerousdave]

Then he noticed thier hands were in the air and his mum was now sporting a black tent and looked as if she had just eaten all that pork (quick check)

So I doubled back (didn't want to spoil that pork) to watch the lightshow and the forthcoming fireworks as a chopper was coming into view...........

[E-DOG]

and not just any chopper.
This was a Sikorsky gunship, loaded for bear. Obviously an old relic from Brezhnev's better days. That the pilot appeared to be Jake's father was the real shocker, considering he had been dead, or so everyone thought, for more that 10 years. WHOOMPF! An air to ground "Wildkat" cluster rocket let loose by the gunship hits a police cruiser not 50 yards from Jake vaporizing the car, it's human contents, and 3 cows languishing in the hot sun.

Well I'll be dipped in shit an' fried to a crispy golden brown! Cries ol' Jake. I ain't seen nothin' like that since Fred the mortician told his wife that he'd been having his way with the..................

[allis53ca]

......pet shop gerbils.

[StillFingers]

Having slithered back to the dark safety of his lair, Snake relaxed and digested the remains of Kitty. This ancient lightening scorched Red Oak had been his undisturbed home for centuries, it was also a marker, the entrance for many secret traveler meetings.

Not many inhabitants of Turdbottom ever ventured this far out of town. Horrific memories of the last coal mine collapse still haunted everyone, for not a single body was recovered. A few hundred meters to the east lay Turdbottom's deepest shame. Neglected, in unimaginable disrepair was an old Civil War cemetery. A place of fallen heros, a place of honor, disrespected and forgotten by all, where only travelers now tread.

Having awoken from his digestive coma, Snake noticed the aroma of burning flesh. Hoping for a quick meal, he slithered out from beneath the oak. In the distance, near the trailer park, billowing smoke and an ever growing crescendo of screams caught his attention, as did the Sikorsky gunship firing it's last...

This post has been edited by StillFingers: 06 January 2010 - 03:58 PM

[Tetracyclone]

... cluster rocket dead center into the highway intersection so that no police reinforcements could get in. Of course that meant no ambulances, but perhaps the near-dead were cold by now. There was movement in the field next to the trailer park. Children too big to interest the snake, even if he had been ravenous, crept toward the action.

"Dang," thought Jake, steering the tractor back in the direction of the uproar, "Them's my kids, Jimmy and Sally!" Those kids were the only thing in this world Jake truly cared about. They took after him maybe too much, but he thought he had taught them to avoid serious trouble. Creeping into a war zone was no way to avoid trouble! Wait. Those kids were a lot smarter that Jake ever was- they might know something truly interesting about all this.

Sally touched Jimmy's arm and whispered, "Travelers come looking for fresh souls here. Pull your fetish our of your shirt so they can see you're protected, then go...

This post has been edited by Pwuff: 06 January 2010 - 11:03 PM

[hooplady]

...quickly and perform the ceremony as I have taught you. Remember to bow to each of the compass points lest you anger one of the Spirits."

Jimmy obeyed, knowing from experience that Sally could be a bit of a Spirit herself. He slowly strode forward...