One sentince story

[Orlanth]

Ok, I am starting one now.

I will start with a sentice, then the next person says another sentince to keep it going.

Once upon a time.

 

[MinkSoul]

coma...

, in a land of mystical mornings, frightening nights and horses grew like trees, there lived a woodcutter and his daughter.

[Edited by MinkSoul on 04-15-2001 at 06:41 AM]

 

[alexander tzara]

The woodcutter was made of solid gold, and his daugher planned to sell him at Easter market and use the proceeds to open a house of ill-repute.

 

[MinkSoul]

But then...

one frightening night something horrable happened.

 

[Orlanth]

Tonight, it was a very large, and brutal storm, lightning, having rain ponding the roof of houses, stronge winds which could tare a horse from its very roots.

 

[Myrrdin]

Tethering my horse securely, I knocked at the door.

 

[alexander tzara]

"You get it, dear trustworthy daughter, I'm made of solid gold and can't move," the woodcutter attempted to say (but his lips were stuck solid).

 

[Kuddles]

The daughter said, "Father, I don't understand what you are saying. Wait until I get the door!"

 

[alexander tzara]

Luckily there was an anti-alchemist at the door, whose trade was to use his anti-alchemical arts to turn solid gold into shit, a valuable commodity in this small farming community.

 

[Myrrdin]

Sorry, I said, the bottom's fallen out of the mute solid gold wood cutter market at the moment.

 

[MinkSoul]

"Who is it?" came a small if somewhat slutish voice from behind the door.

 

[alexander tzara]

"Myrrdin", replied the anti-alchemical stranger, eyeing up the solid gold woodcutter and estimating that he'd be worth a good 60,000 gribbles once metamorphosed into shit, and muttering: "I'll take this old thing off your hands for 5,000 gribbles, o fair saucy maiden."

 

[Svedish_Chef]

But, I'm not worth all those gribbles

 

[Orlanth]

"Oh hash dear farther. I will take the gribbles."

 

[alexander tzara]

"Who said that?" asked the daughter, fiddling with her sheer black lace brazier, to which the anti-alchemist replied, "It was this bag of gribbles here - haven't you heard that money talks and bullshit walks?"


[Edited by alexander tzara on 04-15-2001 at 07:30 AM]

 

[MinkSoul]

Just then a particularly fears gust of wind blew the golden woodcutter out the window.

 

[Orlanth]

"Oh goody, oh time for rejoce, for you'll be able to walk again daddy."

 

[alexander tzara]

"Where did Daddy go?" asked the puzzled, money-grabbing daughter, to which Myrrdin the stranger replied, "Out that window - would you like me to help you with that brazier, Miss, for in my homeland of Cymru - land of singing and dragons - I am known as a master tailor?"

[Edited by alexander tzara on 04-15-2001 at 07:35 AM]

 

[Myrrdin]

But just keep your hands off me gribbles !

 

[MinkSoul]

The daughter leans out the window to look for her father.

 

[Orlanth]

The strange walks up behide her, pulls he skirt off followd by her pantises, then he takes off his jeans...........

 

[Myrrdin]

Careful child, for the storm may quell the heat in your brazier.

 

[MinkSoul]

Suddenly, an uprooted horse is Blown through the front door.

 

[Orlanth]

"Oh god lord, What have I done to desive this, I get down on may knees and ask, way oh good lord, why?"

 

[MinkSoul]

And the Lord sayeth: "Aren't you the one who started this thread?"