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Post by The Movie Mark on Sept 23, 2004 14:38:03 GMT -5
Whoever wants can start this up. This time, pick which genre you want the story to follow. If you want it to be a free-for-all, then anything goes. But if you want it to be a drama, mystery, love story, then everybody must follow suit. Maybe Ms. Ang and Ms. Cali will finally have a chance to see their stories go in the direction they want  Probably not, but we'll see! |
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Post by Rhiannon on Sept 23, 2004 14:42:48 GMT -5
Ms. Ang and Ms. Cali will have to update with more frequency if they want to control the direction of the stories!!!! Else... BOOM!
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Post by MsCali on Sept 23, 2004 14:52:52 GMT -5
Ah, if only I had the time!!!! Hopefully next week will be quieter here (at work) and I can get to the important things! |
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Post by MsCali on Sept 23, 2004 15:04:06 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night. So dark and stormy in fact, that one could barely make out the forboding mansion from the dark road that twisted through the deep woods surrounding it. At least, that's what the butler thought before he did it...
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Post by MsAng on Sept 23, 2004 17:36:32 GMT -5
...Elizabeth was startled awake by a bloodcurdling scream. She debated whether to investigate or to stay tucked up in her warm fluffy covers. Curiosity overcame her comfort. Throwing back the covers with a vengeance, she grabbed her dressing robe and lit a candle. He father would lecture her in the morning if he knew she was wandering the corridors in the middle of the night. The passed the door to his room quickly and hoped he was asleep. She padded down the stairs as quietly as she could to investigate...
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Post by MsCali on Sept 24, 2004 15:36:17 GMT -5
Apparently it's just me and MsAng, huh? Somebody else jump in - surely you all know some fiction cliches!
Her investigation turned up nothing, so she decided to head to the pantry and grab a midnight snack since she was up. The pantry door wouldn't open all the way however, so she reached in and turned on the light. The sight of the butler's body lying in a pool of blood would have made her scream, had she not been the daring, adventurous type. Squeezing through the door, she scanned the pantry floor, looking for clues as to what happened. Slowly, she leaned over to make sure he was dead...
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Post by The Movie Mark on Sept 24, 2004 16:47:55 GMT -5
...The butler had no pulse. She felt guilty, but she was almost relieved. She half-expected the butler to reach up and grab her arm the minute she got near. As she quickly eyed the area on the floor near the body, she thought she saw a shadow move in the den.
This was more than a little unnerving because her only route back upstairs was through the den which was covered in both darkness and silence.
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Post by MsAng on Sept 24, 2004 17:07:54 GMT -5
Lizzie Picked up her flickering candle again, and gingerly sidestepped the growing pool of blood on the floor.
Once in her father's "den", as they all fondly called the library, she daringly blew out the candle and let the filtered moonlight aid her in her search of the room. Had that shadow been in her wild imagination? Or did that curtain just move...?
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Post by The Movie Mark on Sept 27, 2004 11:40:40 GMT -5
Lizzie Picked up her flickering candle again, and gingerly sidestepped the growing pool of blood on the floor. Once in her father's "den", as they all fondly called the library, she daringly blew out the candle and let the filtered moonlight aid her in her search of the room. Had that shadow been in her wild imagination? Or did that curtain just move...? The movement behind the curtain stopped Lizzie dead in her tracks. She even went so far as to minimize her breathing in an effort to make no sound at all. But as her eyes fixed on the curtain, she realized the movement she had seen came from the breeze that entered through an open window. Her father NEVER left the windows opened. In what was almost a religious ritual for him, each night he'd make sure every window and every door was locked. The open window meant one of two things - somebody had come in, or they had gone out... |
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Post by MsCali on Sept 27, 2004 12:39:11 GMT -5
Lizzie walked over to window to investigate. Whoever killed the butler may still be out there. It was only as she was leaning out the open window that she realized she was not alone in the room. She felt the killer grab her legs and throw her over the window sill. This was it, she was going to fall to her death! Then, with a soft thump she hit the ground, only slightly dazed. She had forgotten the window was on the first floor!
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Post by Rhiannon on Sept 27, 2004 13:03:23 GMT -5
As she stood up, her robe caught on a prickly bush nearby and tore off her body. She wanted to get away fast though, so she left it there and ran away with nothing but her lacy undergarments protecting her from the cold rain. As she ran toward the road, she could see headlights coming around the curve...
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Post by MsAng on Sept 27, 2004 13:48:23 GMT -5
Mark tried to keep his eyes on the road that twisted in front of him so dangerously, but the intense flashes of lighting were blinding. As he turned around one very sharp curve, he saw a girl standing in the middle of the road, a vision of white silk and lace. Instinctively, he knew there was no way he could miss the girl without careening into the ditch. He tried braking and swerving anyway but his car was still headed right for the girl. In that special slow motion saved for people in car wrecks, he saw her pale face approaching him and winced as the front end met her body. She made no sound, nor did she move. In fact, his car passed right through her.
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Post by MsCali on Sept 27, 2004 13:59:35 GMT -5
Terrified, Mark jumped out of his car and ran around to the back. He looked off to the side of the road, but couldn't find a body anywhere. Getting back into his car, he continued up the road, intent upon finding help at the nearest house. He turned onto the drive that lead through the woods, and soon came upon a mansion. When an elderly man answered the door, Mark tried to explain what had happened. The man's face went pale, however, and he would have fallen if Mark hadn't caught him. "You don't understand," the man said. "That girl was my daughter. She was murdered in this very house by our butler. She's been dead for ten years!"
The end!
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Post by Rhiannon on Sept 27, 2004 15:05:52 GMT -5
but... if they know that the butler murdered the daughter, why would he still be their butler 10 years later?
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Post by The Movie Mark on Sept 27, 2004 15:56:53 GMT -5
but... if they know that the butler murdered the daughter, why would he still be their butler 10 years later? And what was up with the butler's dead body being found by Liz? Hey Ms. Cali, good luck filling those gaping plot holes  |
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Probably not, but we'll see!
