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Post by The Movie Mark on Sept 17, 2004 15:29:22 GMT -5
One person writes the 1st paragraph, then somebody else jumps in, etc. We'll use this as a test. It's a good way to get your creativity flowing. I'll start...
It was late, and Tim had nothing to do. Rain was a threat, but not a big enough threat to keep him home on a Friday night. After all, he had just lost his job and needed to let some steam off. How he'd actually do that was yet to be determined. He picked up his keys and headed for the door but stopped dead in his tracks when the phone started to ring...
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Post by Rhiannon on Sept 17, 2004 15:48:54 GMT -5
He looked at the caller ID. Not her again, he thought. He considered not answering it. Considering how dismal the evening looked otherwise, whatever she had in mind couldn't be much worse. So he reached for the receiver....
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Post by MsCali on Sept 17, 2004 17:37:53 GMT -5
"Tim?! Oh, Hiiiiiiiii!" The obnoxious voice of Sylvia Montgomery-Alastair pierced through the phone line. "I was hoping I'd catch you in! Listen, darling, I know you said you weren't really up to coming to my party tonight, but you simply MUST come. Really, the couples won't be even if you don't come, and my little dinner will be RUINED!" Sylvia was one of his mother's oldest friends, and for some reason thought it was her mission in life to find him the perfect wife. She was always throwing dinner parties in an attempt to pair him up with another in the long string of women she had tried to force upon him...
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AlexN
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Post by AlexN on Sept 17, 2004 18:51:08 GMT -5
"So... who is the next victim", Tim asked a bit irritated. "Now, now, don't be like that Tim ! I'm not doing this for me you know ! I'm doing this for you !"... Sure you are, he thought... while Sylvia rambled on... Tim didn't pay attention anymore though, because something beneath the window caught his eye. He couldn't quitte make out what it was, but it looked like a small puddle of water......
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Post by AmberRose on Sept 18, 2004 21:23:19 GMT -5
Crap the cat peed again. "Well, listen Sylvia, my cat just took a big whizz and I need to clean it up before it stains the floor." Tim hung up the phone before Sylvia had a chance to say anything but as he turned around he saw someone coming to his door and forgot all about the cat pee....
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Post by The Movie Mark on Sept 20, 2004 1:39:18 GMT -5
It was starting to sprinkle, ever so lightly. Not exactly the ideal time for somebody to be out. Tim looked out the window to see who was at his door. The person was of slight build, but since it was so dark Tim couldn't tell for sure if it was a man or a woman.
Sylvia didn't send his "date" over to his house in an effort to force him to go to the party, did she? Surely she wouldn't stoop <I>that</I> low. But why didn't the person knock on the door? The dark form just stood there, staring straight ahead...
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Post by glweeks on Sept 20, 2004 10:36:04 GMT -5
The longer the person stood there without knocking the more concerned Tim became. Slowly Tim reached for the closest thing to him that could be used as a weapon, a letter opener sitting on his end table. Slowly he made his way to the door. He tried to look out the peep hole to see who it was, but the figure was standing too close. Tim concealed the small blade and reached for the doorknob, before he could open it he felt it turn slightly in his hand.
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Post by MrShade on Sept 20, 2004 12:35:10 GMT -5
The door swung open and Tim brandished the letter opener at the person's surprised face.
"Tim? Easy! I heard the bad news and thought I would come by to check on you" said the figure. Tim recognized him now - it was John Harrison from work. He sounded sincere, but things didn't add up. He had never been close friends with John, and why didn't he knock before trying the door? Just then John reached into his coat pocket and pulled out ...
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Post by The Movie Mark on Sept 20, 2004 12:54:31 GMT -5
...what looked like an invitation. "Excuse me ... while I whip this out!" laughed John. But Tim didn't smile. He just looked blankly at the piece of paper in John's hand. "Hellooooo, Tim? Come on, that was funny! Blazing Saddles, remember?"
"What? Oh, yeah," Tim was still disconnected with everything around him. "What are you doing here, John? And is that an invivation to Sylvia's party?"
Why would Sylvia invite John to her party? She barely knew him. And why was John here?
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Post by MsCali on Sept 20, 2004 13:10:02 GMT -5
"Who is Sylvia?" John asked. "Actually, this is an invitation to my neice's wedding next month. I heard from an old buddy of mine that I graduated with. His firm is looking for somebody to fill a paralegal position. I told him you'd be perfect for the job. Here's his number." John tore the number off the envelope flap where he had written it. "Give him a call first thing Monday to set up an interview."
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Post by MsAng on Sept 20, 2004 14:02:52 GMT -5
John's face started to disappear. Tim tried to reach for the slip of paper, but he soon realized he was grasping at thin air. He looked at the dark ceiling and the fan that was lazily spinning around.
"Dammit," he swore softly. He pinched his eyes closed in frustration. He'd had the dream again. The one that repeated his last night in a 'normal' life. Not a week went by that he didn't slip into that memeory while he slept. The night before he made the phone call that changed his existence forever...
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Post by Rhiannon on Sept 20, 2004 15:14:28 GMT -5
He opened his eyes and tried to roll over, but the chains pulled against his wrists. The cold metal reminded him of where he was and the twisted path that led him there.
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Post by The Movie Mark on Sept 20, 2004 15:49:44 GMT -5
Tim looked down and noticed that his boxers were still on. "She may have taken my wallet, but at least she left my underwear. That's something, I guess. If I get out of this I should at least be able to make a country song out of it," Tim said, trying to make light of the situation. He was beginning to think his time while unemployed hadn't been spent in the most efficient manner.
He recalled the phone call. "In for an experience I'll never forget, huh? I suppose that's accurate."
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Post by glweeks on Sept 20, 2004 16:09:47 GMT -5
Tim struggled against the restraints. Prior struggles had already torn his wrist and ankles to the point that struggling only caused more pain. His mind had already given up on escape... and hope... "She will never let me go" he thought to himself....
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Post by The Movie Mark on Sept 21, 2004 9:38:52 GMT -5
Apparently everybody is losing interest in this story, so I'll wrap it up:
Tim knew he was stuck. He was never getting out of here. A prisoner of his own temptation, he was now her prisoner. He hadn't eaten in days, and his energy was nonexistent. Was there anything he could do?
Then he remembered the arsenic pill he had strategically hidden. He managed to work his way to it, popped it in his mouth, and died. The end.
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