Love's Jester
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- May 19, 2004
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Greetings Ladies and gentleman
Various roles are available to those interested. The thread is comic, tragic and as sexual as you want to make it.... I, for myself, will play a small role I have no desire to control and order this, it should flow where the writers wish it too….
But all stories need a beginning, no?
The Imp mark four, high speed, hell to heaven attack vehicle did a victory barrel roll and plunged back through the clouds.
"We is gotta him." Imp Topish grinned; lent over his seat and bashed the large sack in the back. The sack groaned.
"Easy on the goods, boss wants him sorta whole." The pilot/driver Imp Lowish muttered as he checked his six. They were still in enemy territory. They had the outskirts of heaven and purgatory to navigate before they could smell the sulphur of home.
“Not Holey " Imp Topish quipped and bashed the sack again. The Imp’s large eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “A a a a a angel.” He stuttered.
“Nope, not, he’s a saint. S A I N T got it?” Imp Lowish shook his head.
“Nooooo….. A a a a angel” Imp Topish was bouncing in his seat, looking out of the rear window of the Imp mark four.
“Shit! It’s Michael… Still no muscled bound oaf with wings and a flaming sword is a match forrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.” Imp Lowish screamed as he caught sight of Michael in his rear mirror. The Archangel had just put the latest demon and assorted imp seeking, hand missile launcher to his shoulder.
Beep……Beep……Beep……Beep……Beep……Beep……Beep……Beep……Beep…
The last sound heard by the intrepid pair was the sound of the mark four tracking the incoming missile. Then the world exploded nicely for them and they and the sack were falling. EARTHWARD.
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“We have a man down sir.” Archangel Michael reported.
“I am well aware of that, was it necessary to actually do that?” Big G sighed.
“I had to make an executive decision, sir” Michael snapped to attention.
“I thought I made those around here, but never mind. We have a big problem.”
“Sir, the Saint, recovery program is ready to swing into action.” Michael snapped his fingers at the fine body of angels behind him. They came to attention as one, with a flash of silver wings.
“Errr no I don’t want folks down there thinking it’s the last trump, besides this needs to be handled carefully. they will be looking for him. You will go in alone. It isn’t enough that two imps bagged Saint Peter, he also happened to have the key to the pearly gates in his pocket at the time.”
“You don’t mean…”
“Yes, we are going to have to start stacking and racking them.”
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Red D yawned and looked again at the print out, then at the imp at his side. The imp sniffed and nodded.
“Damn so close…. Still we have a chance to still get…”
“Yes boss….”
“Yes Boss…” Red D mimicked and looked out over the sea of demons hovering round his bone throne. “Yes… Trudy …”
“Yes darling D.” Trudy purred and slinked forward.
“You up to saint hunting?”
Trudy licked her lips and growled.
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Evelyn Thomas woke with a start to the sound of the local tom cat screaming. Least she thought it was the tom cat, but the loud bang from her flower beds wasn’t cat related.
She pushed back her bedcovers and walked over to her window looking out. Her security light was flashing on and off. In the quick flashes she caught sight of a man-shaped sack sitting in her prize roses.
So dear ladies and gentlemen we have assorted characters for you to chose from, Peter and Michael, Trudy and Evelyn, two male imps Topish and Lowish and what poor women these two come across on their travels.
This idea is for you, those that write it to take forward and create, each voice should have equal weight in this and it is to enjoy!!
Various roles are available to those interested. The thread is comic, tragic and as sexual as you want to make it.... I, for myself, will play a small role I have no desire to control and order this, it should flow where the writers wish it too….
But all stories need a beginning, no?
The Imp mark four, high speed, hell to heaven attack vehicle did a victory barrel roll and plunged back through the clouds.
"We is gotta him." Imp Topish grinned; lent over his seat and bashed the large sack in the back. The sack groaned.
"Easy on the goods, boss wants him sorta whole." The pilot/driver Imp Lowish muttered as he checked his six. They were still in enemy territory. They had the outskirts of heaven and purgatory to navigate before they could smell the sulphur of home.
“Not Holey " Imp Topish quipped and bashed the sack again. The Imp’s large eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “A a a a a angel.” He stuttered.
“Nope, not, he’s a saint. S A I N T got it?” Imp Lowish shook his head.
“Nooooo….. A a a a angel” Imp Topish was bouncing in his seat, looking out of the rear window of the Imp mark four.
“Shit! It’s Michael… Still no muscled bound oaf with wings and a flaming sword is a match forrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.” Imp Lowish screamed as he caught sight of Michael in his rear mirror. The Archangel had just put the latest demon and assorted imp seeking, hand missile launcher to his shoulder.
Beep……Beep……Beep……Beep……Beep……Beep……Beep……Beep……Beep…
The last sound heard by the intrepid pair was the sound of the mark four tracking the incoming missile. Then the world exploded nicely for them and they and the sack were falling. EARTHWARD.
####
“We have a man down sir.” Archangel Michael reported.
“I am well aware of that, was it necessary to actually do that?” Big G sighed.
“I had to make an executive decision, sir” Michael snapped to attention.
“I thought I made those around here, but never mind. We have a big problem.”
“Sir, the Saint, recovery program is ready to swing into action.” Michael snapped his fingers at the fine body of angels behind him. They came to attention as one, with a flash of silver wings.
“Errr no I don’t want folks down there thinking it’s the last trump, besides this needs to be handled carefully. they will be looking for him. You will go in alone. It isn’t enough that two imps bagged Saint Peter, he also happened to have the key to the pearly gates in his pocket at the time.”
“You don’t mean…”
“Yes, we are going to have to start stacking and racking them.”
######
Red D yawned and looked again at the print out, then at the imp at his side. The imp sniffed and nodded.
“Damn so close…. Still we have a chance to still get…”
“Yes boss….”
“Yes Boss…” Red D mimicked and looked out over the sea of demons hovering round his bone throne. “Yes… Trudy …”
“Yes darling D.” Trudy purred and slinked forward.
“You up to saint hunting?”
Trudy licked her lips and growled.
#####
Evelyn Thomas woke with a start to the sound of the local tom cat screaming. Least she thought it was the tom cat, but the loud bang from her flower beds wasn’t cat related.
She pushed back her bedcovers and walked over to her window looking out. Her security light was flashing on and off. In the quick flashes she caught sight of a man-shaped sack sitting in her prize roses.
So dear ladies and gentlemen we have assorted characters for you to chose from, Peter and Michael, Trudy and Evelyn, two male imps Topish and Lowish and what poor women these two come across on their travels.
This idea is for you, those that write it to take forward and create, each voice should have equal weight in this and it is to enjoy!!
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