The Add-5-Words-Or-Less Story Thread. (Self-bumping, never closed)

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Over at the AH there's a 3-word story thread that seems to grow more popular by the moment because it requires zero commitment. When anyone has just enough creativity available before the morning caffiene kicks in, they post three words to the story.

Personally, I'm tired of the 3-word challenge and ready for something more stimulating.

:rolleyes:

Since I accidentally mis-posted the "Public Comments" thread here instead of at AH, and since it seems to want to become a story, I thought I'd try to start a free-for-all thread under a title that might encourage more people to participate. Jump in and post 5 words or less that pick up on the previous post, and take the plot as far as you can in 5, in a direction of your choosing. We'll see where it goes.

Hmm...Who should go first?

Me? Really? Just because I'm starting the thread? Eee! How exciting. If you insist...

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In an alleyway in Casablanca,
 
OOC:

(sigh)

Okay, I'll also go second. Oh, the burdens of creativity. Did Mel go through this when he filmed The Passion? I hope not.

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In an alley in Casablanca,

a dark man waited for
 
In an alley in Casablanca,
a dark man waited for
the arrival of the arab
informant. Would he recognize her?
Remember, she's the one who
wore Chanel beneath her burka,
 
Remember, she's the one who
wore Chanel beneath her burka,
as she sat flashing him
in morse code with her
 
Remember, she's the one who
wore Chanel beneath her burka,
as she sat flashing him
in morse code with her
one shaved, one not labia
and her secret smile. He
looked, taken note with his

Large Red Pencil and his
 
In an alley in Casablanca,
a dark man waited for
the arrival of the arab
informant. Would he recognize her?
Remember, she's the one who
wore Chanel beneath her burka,
as she sat flashing him
in morse code with her
one shaved, one not labia
and her secret smile. He
looked, takin' notes with his
large Red Pencil and his
official CrackerJacks decoder ring. Meanwhile,
watching from a rooftop above
the Casbah, a girl with
 
In an alley in Casablanca,
a dark man waited for
the arrival of the arab
informant. Would he recognize her?
Remember, she's the one who
wore Chanel beneath her burka,
as she sat flashing him
in morse code with her
one shaved, one not labia
and her secret smile. He
looked, takin' notes with his
large Red Pencil and his
official CrackerJacks decoder ring. Meanwhile,
watching from a rooftop above
the Casbah, a girl with
no eyes took careful aim
and dropped the bronze falcon
right on its bronzed beak.
The ebony male looked skyward.
Blissfully unaware of the danger,
a woman wearing saffron silk
 
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