Benbow
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Post by Benbow on Jul 18, 2005 8:20:51 GMT -5
This might just work (But don't hold your breath).
Pick a style of writing and keep to it throughout the life of this thread.
(eg. Sci-fi; Jane Austen; fantasy; romance; Enid Blyton; biblical; erotic; cowboy; gangster; Brothers Grimm etc.)
Write the next few lines of the story in the style of your chosen genre.
Try and keep it fluid and literate, but always steering the story your own way.
For instance:
Contributor 1: The Lord Merga, guardian of the sacred soul-stone of Grappe, stood upon the his cold, obsidian balcony, and peered across the misty plains of Errrgh.
Contributor 2: “Miss Bennett”, he enquired, “Pray, do you not believe that a man of my wealth and estate should be married?”
Contributor 3: Miss Bennett , spitting a wad of tobacco into the dusty earth, wiped the sweat from her eyes with a grimy, buckskin, sleeve. “Sure as hell do boy,” she drawled. “Hows about me an you riding down to Dodge and …”
Get the idea?
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin…
“I say chaps,” said Wilkins major, “I’ve just had a frightfully exciting wheeze. What do you fellows think about breaking bounds tonight and scrumping apples in the headmaster’s garden?”
Carruthers looked troubled. “Old Clammy’s a decent sort of chap,” he said, “ that would be jolly unfair and I‘ve a jolly good mind to let the old duffer know all about your rotten scheme”
Wilkins scowled. “Why, you dashed scoundrel, Carruthers,” he exclaimed and
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Jul 18, 2005 9:07:54 GMT -5
This might just work (But don't hold your breath). Pick a style of writing and keep to it throughout the life of this thread. (eg. Sci-fi; Jane Austen; fantasy; romance; Enid Blyton; biblical; erotic; cowboy; gangster; Brothers Grimm etc.) Write the next few lines of the story in the style of your chosen genre. Try and keep it fluid and literate, but always steering the story your own way. For instance: Contributor 1: The Lord Merga, guardian of the sacred soul-stone of Grappe, stood upon the his cold, obsidian balcony, and peered across the misty plains of Errrgh. Contributor 2: “Miss Bennett”, he enquired, “Pray, do you not believe that a man of my wealth and estate should be married?” Contributor 3: Miss Bennett , spitting a wad of tobacco into the dusty earth, wiped the sweat from her eyes with a grimy, buckskin, sleeve. “Sure as hell do boy,” she drawled. “Hows about me an you riding down to Dodge and …” Get the idea? Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin… “I say chaps,” said Wilkins major, “I’ve just had a frightfully exciting wheeze. What do you fellows think about breaking bounds tonight and scrumping apples in the headmaster’s garden?” Carruthers looked troubled. “Old Clammy’s a decent sort of chap,” he said, “ that would be jolly unfair and I‘ve a jolly good mind to let the old duffer know all about your rotten scheme” Wilkins scowled. “Why, you dashed scoundrel, Carruthers,” he exclaimed and I like the look of this, Benbers, but a question first: what style have you picked then?  Do we have to say which style we've picked, so that no one else does? Oh what the heck. Who needs more rules, eh? Let's just Wing It!---then gasped as he saw Ursula appear before him, her green eyes flashing, a sultry smile upon her luscious lips, her nightdress open to the third button. All thoughts of scrumping were banished from his feverish brain as his[/color] |
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Benbow
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Post by Benbow on Jul 18, 2005 9:39:27 GMT -5
“I say chaps,” said Wilkins major, “I’ve just had a frightfully exciting wheeze. What do you fellows think about breaking bounds tonight and scrumping apples in the headmaster’s garden?”
Carruthers looked troubled. “Old Clammy’s a decent sort of chap,” he said, “ that would be jolly unfair and I‘ve a jolly good mind to let the old duffer know all about your rotten scheme”
Wilkins scowled. “Why, you dashed scoundrel, Carruthers,” he exclaimed and
-then gasped as he saw Ursula appear before him, her green eyes flashing, a sultry smile upon her luscious lips, her nightdress open to the third button. All thoughts of scrumping were banished from his feverish brain as his maths teacher, Mr Frobisher, came walking across the quad.
"Mr Frobisher" cried Wilkins, "I think there's something wrong with matron. She looks awfully strange - and why is she still in her night clothes?"
Frobisher peered over his spectacles...
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Post by Passin thru on Jul 18, 2005 10:52:47 GMT -5
but before he could speak the mighty broadsword of Conan the Destroyer ripped through his flabby body, drenching the boys with a tide of gore. Grabbing matron, Conan ran
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Crusoe
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Post by Crusoe on Jul 18, 2005 11:26:27 GMT -5
but he couldn’t hide. Not from Slim Pickins, Private Eye. I took a slug of my whiskey and considered my next move. I went down to Pepys’s Bar to see what the word on the street was. The word on the street seemed to be “Stop” but I went in, anyway. As I entered, Pepys was at the piano with his Gameboy I got a drink from the bar, whilst he finished a game of Super Mario Brothers. “Play it again Sam,” I said and watched while the jolly American plumbers clambered around their levels and ladders. As he played, the door opened and, as I’d expected…
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Post by Pooque on Jul 18, 2005 11:26:33 GMT -5
tres vite, parce qu'il-y a un grand chat qui le poursuivait ... very quickly, because a huge cat was chasing him ...  |
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Post by Pooqua on Jul 18, 2005 11:27:45 GMT -5
Oops, ma faute.  Continuez, s'il vous plait. |
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Jul 18, 2005 12:04:12 GMT -5
but he couldn’t hide. Not from Slim Pickins, Private Eye. I took a slug of my whiskey and considered my next move. I went down to Pepys’s Bar to see what the word on the street was. The word on the street seemed to be “Stop” but I went in, anyway. As I entered, Pepys was at the piano with his Gameboy I got a drink from the bar, whilst he finished a game of Super Mario Brothers. “Play it again Sam,” I said and watched while the jolly American plumbers clambered around their levels and ladders. As he played, the door opened and, as I’d expected… [/color] |
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Benbow
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Post by Benbow on Jul 18, 2005 12:10:39 GMT -5
heard a voice say:
"I say, Carruthers, sorry old chap, got a bit carried away there. Good job that Conan blighter didn't get blood on my French textbook; mademoiselle Pooque would have been jolly cross, I can tell you." Wilkins was still shaking.
"I should jolly well say so" said Carruthers, "Lets ask that Pickens cove if he might...
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Jul 18, 2005 14:15:47 GMT -5
He never finished the sentence. Ursula had changed into her Polo kit. The sight of her in the tight white breeches, knee length leather boots and pith helmet, together with long stout stick for whacking balls about, always made his[/color]
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Benbow
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Post by Benbow on Jul 18, 2005 14:27:46 GMT -5
resolve stiffen.
"Golly, Wilkins, old chap, doesn't matron look splendid in her polo outfit." he said, "Wouldn't it be a jolly jape if we bought some buns from the tuck-shop and fed her horse with them. Gosh, the poor blighter wouldn't be able to run, it would be so full."
Wilkins grinned, "What a wheeze," he replied...
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Post by sarong on Jul 18, 2005 22:27:11 GMT -5
rollo ver...
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Benbow
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Post by Benbow on Jul 19, 2005 2:36:21 GMT -5
"No thanks, old boy," replied Carruthers, "I've given up chocolate for Lent." Suddenly both boys felt an icy shiver run down their backs when a familiar voice rent the quiet morning air. "I say, Carruthers, you should be fagging for me. I think you and your little chum need to be taught a lesson." Wilkins and Carruthers looked in the direction of the voice, only to see to see the school bully, Harry Flashlots, and his cronies bearing down upon them. |
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Crusoe
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Post by Crusoe on Jul 19, 2005 5:01:38 GMT -5
That was the thing about Flashlots, he was so predictable. He kept on turning up like a bad penny. “Pickens!” he said, “what are you doing here?”
“Waiting for a nice quiet drink with my old pal Harry Flashlots,” I said, calmly, as I walked to the bar. It was quite convenient that the pavilion had its own bar.
“Tell me, Flashlots, what do you know about a bare-chested guy called Conan?” I asked.
“I don’t know nuthin’ about no bare-chested guy,” said Flashlots, “I’m keeping out of trouble, these days, Mr. Pickens”.
I looked at him. I knew he knew something. And I could see that he knew that I knew that he knew something. He was brawny but he could be clever, too: he knew that I knew that he knew I knew he knew something. And I knew it.
“Yeah, sure you are, Harry,” I replied, “but it would be a shame if the Woolf Gang found out who double-crossed them on the Bobba job. Now – what do you know about Conan?”
Reluctantly, …
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Jul 19, 2005 5:08:22 GMT -5
Ursula was not listening to any of these Alpha Males. They could all be arm-wrestling earwigs as far as she was concerned. For deep in her heart lived a Real Man, whom she pined for, alone in her bed, night after night. She had recently learned by heart the entire works of [/color]
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