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Just write a few sentences. How many it's up to you but hte first word must begin wtih the last word in the previous post. I'll start.

There was once a gypsy living on her own at the eastern edge of a town. It was dusk when it all happened. The moon just faded away.

Affinity One;1302178 wrote: Just write a few sentences. How many it's up to you but hte first word must begin wtih the last word in the previous post. I'll start.

There was once a gypsy living on her own at the eastern edge of a town. It was dusk when it all happened. The moon just faded away.


You could smell her fear in the air as she entered the woods.

Jazzy;1302182 wrote: You could smell her fear in the air as she entered the woods.


"Do bears sh!t in the woods" she wondered as she tip-toed along. "what if I meet one"?

There was once a gypsy living on her own at the eastern edge of a town. It was dusk when it all happened. The moon just faded away. You could smell her fear in the air as she entered the woods. "Do bears sh!t in the woods" she wondered as she tip-toed along. "what if I meet one"?


The adrenaline started making her heart race faster, with the anticipation of an encounter with a bear.

I don't think we are playing this game right :wah:

Right way, I knew there was a problem.



:D

Keep going she thought. Perhaps bend the rules a little! But keep going despite the smell!!!!?

Smell the aroma of freshly budding flowers.

along-for-the-ride;1302503 wrote: Smell the aroma of freshly budding flowers.


Flowers did not hold happy memories for her. Their beauty never lasted, their petals would fall, their leaves go brown.

theia;1302508 wrote: Flowers did not hold happy memories for her. Their beauty never lasted, their petals would fall, their leaves go brown.


Brown was not her favorite color. It seemed to have no life. She much preferred Spring and Summer's brilliant pinks, yellows and scarlet.

Zapata;1302523 wrote: Brown was not her favorite color. It seemed to have no life. She much preferred Spring and Summer's brilliant pinks, yellows and scarlet.


Scarlet. That colour stopped her mind from wandering, searching for distraction and pretty things. The flowers wouldn't do now. Her imagination could not sweeten the smell in the atmosphere. The hairs on her neck began to bristle. Fear chilled her skin again and there was an awful electricity in the air.



Deep within her tightening chest walls her heart started pounding. Then she heard twigs crunching, snapping, leaves rustling and the sound grew louder and nearer.

Amythest;1302525 wrote: Scarlet. That colour stopped her mind from wandering, searching for distraction and pretty things. The flowers wouldn't do now. Her imagination could not sweeten the smell in the atmosphere. The hairs on her neck began to bristle. Fear chilled her skin again and there was an awful electricity in the air.



Deep within her tightening chest walls her heart started pounding. Then she heard twigs crunching, snapping, leaves rustling and the sound grew louder and nearer.


Nearer and nearer still. It became clear as she turned around, she saw it, the source of the noise. She felt cold, very cold as it drew nearer to her. Her mouth watered, stomach rumbled. The man on the ice-cream van smiled at her.

Oh my dear, he smerked. "come closer, and see what i have here for you!!"

You have nothing to fear, he said. Nothing is as it seems, even you. Clear your mind of all your fearful thoughts and tell me what you see.

"Zip your pants back up or I'll report you" she yelled, then turned and ran.

theia;1302561 wrote: You have nothing to fear, he said. Nothing is as it seems, even you. Clear your mind of all your fearful thoughts and tell me what you see.


See? What I see? Is this some mystical being and not the ice cream vendor he wants the world to believe he is?

Zapata;1302671 wrote: See? What I see? Is this some mystical being and not the ice cream vendor he wants the world to believe he is?


Is life but a dream? the vendor replied, a screen on to which we project our hopes and fears and around which we weave our stories? Now, my lady, am I your hopes...or perhaps your fears?

theia;1302672 wrote: Is life but a dream? the vendor replied, a screen on to which we project our hopes and fears and around which we weave our stories? Now, my lady, am I your hopes...or perhaps your fears?


Fears . . . Her fears were the things that she had hoped to hide from the rest of the world and perhaps from herself as well. Should she now strive for a better understanding?

Was this really happening, she thought.??

Zapata;1302680 wrote: Fears . . . Her fears were the things that she had hoped to hide from the rest of the world and perhaps from herself as well. Should she now strive for a better understanding?


Understanding little of the nature of men and just wanting some ice cream, she smiled and strolled over to the truck. She may regret this decision for the rest of her life.

along-for-the-ride;1302807 wrote: Understanding little of the nature of men and just wanting some ice cream, she smiled and strolled over to the truck. She may regret this decision for the rest of her life.


"Life is a highway, though," she told herself, as she tried to quiet any doubt that was welling up inside of her.

Zapata;1302810 wrote: "Life is a highway, though," she told herself, as she tried to quiet any doubt that was welling up inside of her.


Her eyes suddenly focused on the open window of the ice cream truck. She smiled with delight to see a huge banana split, made especially for her. All her regrets and doubts vanished at that very moment.

Mustang;1302811 wrote: Her eyes suddenly focused on the open window of the ice cream truck. She smiled with delight to see a huge banana split, made especially for her. All her regrets and doubts vanished at that very moment.


. . .moment in time. She could hear the notes of that song in the air . . . She sang softly to herself, "One moment in time . . ."

With that a errie sound came from within the truck. Not animal, nor human.

southern yankee;1302818 wrote: With that a errie sound came from within the truck. Not animal, nor human.


human it was not...if it was animal, it was one unknown to her. It seemed to overwhelm her whole being and she felt herself being lifted up by a strange and powerful force.

Zapata;1302817 wrote: . . .moment in time. She could hear the notes of that song in the air . . . She sang softly to herself, "One moment in time . . ."


Time seem to stand still. There was no breeze in the air. There were no birds chirping or dogs parking or children laughing. She felt she was in a large room with just her and whatever was parked in front of her.

then from behind the truck seeped a purple haze. more like a fog , like from a old horror movie.

Movie she had seen only a few weeks earlier. But the smoke was not purple then. It was rather tinted blue unlike this one. The sound she heard. It sounded like, to her, a misfire of the engine. This took her right back to the time when she worked as an engine mechanics in the garage in town. The only garage intown it was. She thought back to the smoke again. Why purple? Wasi it that new engine oil? The one advertised to keep you engine run smoothly even if your engine broke down!!!? Yes, that was it that 0w 50 pink coloured engine oil. The same one that she used on her boss, the garage owner, who always gave her funny looks when she stripped the engine to pieces. His funny look every time she bent over to pick up the tools. But she should not really have done it. She now regretted her action. On the other hand, she thouhgt that was what he deserved. But would the police find out what happened?

She turned her attention back to the situation at hand. Somehow....

She would regroup her thoughts. And make it out of this Nightmare. Leaving and go back to where she had dreamed about for years. Her childhood home......

Home. With all the happiness it used to hold for her. Although it was a small carravan that she needed to share with all 15 members of her family, Her father, Mother, and her 12 brothers and sisters. The smell of her mother's cooking filled her nostrils. Again she was broght back to the carravan.

tears, she thought. not me. crying is a distraction. i have to keep on top of this. or it will the end for me. She shook off the tears, wiped her face, and--------

southern yankee;1306340 wrote: tears, she thought. not me. crying is a distraction. i have to keep on top of this. or it will the end for me. She shook off the tears, wiped her face, and--------


she drove to a garden centre to buy jack in the pulpits and trilluims to cheer her up, then she..........

REMEBERED----- i will NEVER have this life back. EVERYONE is dead, or insaine. AM i loosing it too???? A pannic came over her..........;

WHAT!........ Panic again?......... I just panicked 5 minutes ago! That should be enough for today, she thought. Then she turned around and started to smile. Smile to herself mostly.

Then sang her most loved song . as a teenager. She felt like she was back on stage, at her old high school. Playing the lead and again. With her beloved, Eric.

Yes. Eric. Eric who had only one left arm. HA Ha Ha..... She smiled to herself again, thinking that his other arm was the right one! What he could do with that left arm of his. The hand so soft. Softer than cotton wool I used to remove my make up after the performance. Oh Those soft hands of Eric........

What was real now????? Where was she?? Was Eric alive again?? Did he find his other hand???? It's all so CRAZY!!!!!---------

southern yankee;1306854 wrote: What was real now????? Where was she?? Was Eric alive again?? Did he find his other hand???? It's all so CRAZY!!!!!---------


"Crazy Arms" that classic C&W by Patsy Cline, began running through her mind and caused her thoughts to drift back to a time . . .

When she was young and Sain. Plus her life was so simple. She was loved by all that knew her. Also the bell of any ball she attended. Which in her day were MANY ,MANY. The list of BOYS were long. But only Eric had her heart..........

But she could not remember, though she tried very hard, who had her spleen and kidney. Tears welled up in her eyes. as she........

she tried to remember if she took her meds today which helped stabilize her emotions, before she went off the deep end with all the anxiety building up inside her, fearing another panic attack was right around the corner.

Mustang;1310016 wrote: she tried to remember if she took her meds today which helped stabilize her emotions, before she went off the deep end with all the anxiety building up inside her, fearing another panic attack was right around the corner.


but she could not remember taking them, so she had a panic attack that lead her into the hospital for evaluation......

Odie;1310023 wrote: but she could not remember taking them, so she had a panic attack that lead her into the hospital for evaluation......


by Dr. Hoppy and nurse Odie. Nurse Odie brought the wheel chair and advised the patient to sit in it so she could wheel her off to.....

To get a SHOCK treatment. which the evil Dr. enjoyed doing. The DR. and nurse smiled devilishly at each other. waiting........................

. . . . for the coffee to finish brewing. They joked and . . .

begain to strap her down!!!!!. She knew what was coming next. She fought fearcely to get loose. NOT AGAIN, she screamed-------------------

southern yankee;1310051 wrote: begain to strap her down!!!!!. She knew what was coming next. She fought fearcely to get loose. NOT AGAIN, she screamed-------------------


and just then Mustang came to her rescue and gave her some apple pie that Babe had baked and from there she screamed...........

Odie;1310065 wrote: and just then Mustang came to her rescue and gave her some apple pie that Babe had baked and from there she screamed...........


"WHAT.....NO ICE CREAM to go with it?" :wah: Mustang :rolleyes: and went off on a mission, to find some vanilla ice cream to top that slice of pie before.....

she woke up. and there she was in a field , nude. only her socks on--------------

southern yankee;1310138 wrote: she woke up. and there she was in a field , nude. only her socks on--------------


and her wide brimmed hat to shelter her eyes from the bright sun shining down on her. Off in the horizon, she heard the faint cry of a............