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Post by SadistSecret on Apr 14, 2005 15:53:33 GMT -5
I got an idea for a thread. We all write a story, our collective minds contributing to it. Just start writing a story, and let someone else take over, and someone else after a bit, and so on.
Who's going to go first?
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Post by FierceLikeTiger on Apr 14, 2005 15:57:32 GMT -5
you are
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Post by SadistSecret on Apr 14, 2005 17:43:30 GMT -5
No, I'm not. If I was intending on going first, I would have done it already.
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YourDarkestSecret
Astute with Ink
What you see is what you get and if it's not good enough for you, then you're shit out of luck.
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Post by YourDarkestSecret on Apr 14, 2005 21:04:13 GMT -5
I will
*ahem*
Josephine stood outside, her back against the brick wall, watching her fellow schoolmates stand around and yack to one another. Everyone else had their own groups to be in, but for her, she was a natural loner. A goth as they liked to call it, when really she was everything but.
Taking one last puff on her cigarette, Players Light, she decided to take one more glance at the guy she had been crushing on for weeks. A blonde football player standing about five foot eight. He had the most bluest eyes she had ever seen, and often enjoyed staring at him, even if it meant that her crush would become obvious. She didn't care if it got out. In fact, it was better obvious than people asking her questions about it later.
She threw her cigarette to the ground and stomped it out with her boots that she had gotten for fifty bucks at the nearest goth store. No she wasn't goth, she just liked the clothing. She was presently wearing a laced up corset over on of her favorite low sleeve shirts made of silk. An arrange of black upon purple to match her pants and socks. Before walking away, she glanced up at the sky only momentarily, and saw that is around noon. Her third block class, which was gym, would be next.
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