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12:53 / 20.01.04

Lets write a story, one paragraph per entry
try to follow on from the last word or sentence
i will begin
*cough

"Twas Brillig, and..."
wait, thats already been done.

He leaned towards her.
His mouth almost touching hers.
Then, she starts to lick his face
The blind man realizes that it wasnt his wife who came in the room, but his trusty...

16:24 / 20.01.04

...pet turtle, Shiny. He often wondered though, 'how can a turtle lick my face from all the way down there'. Then he remembered not only was he blind, but forgetful too. It was because...

16:53 / 20.01.04

....he had fitted Shiny with stilts to scare off the new burgler in town. The burgler whose name was Flyboy was most famous for his tiny....

18:19 / 20.01.04

...head, due to a congenial birth defect, Flyboy was born with a head that was much smaller than usual. Doctors thought that the boy would not live past three, since his body continued to grow while his head has remained the same size since the day he was born. Along with the burglaries Flyboy is also wanted for questioning concerning the...

02:15 / 25.01.04

...murder of love and compassion. But Flyboy was a well respected burglar and the blind man knew that Flyboy...

12:16 / 26.01.04

...would not rob him and only use the blind mans vet skills concerning the miniscule horses galloping on his hands. The blacksmith needed more iron filings and the horses were beginning to learn how to climb on the hairs of his arm. He had tried to get rid of them, but they assumed that the smallness of his head was proportional to them so they would never leave. Anyway, the blind man thought, "wheres my newspaper?" his wife, telepathic, said "oh, its in your...

20:09 / 26.01.04

office, you've left it in your office, you are a terminal fool. " " Right, " he replied, eyeing her blankly through his purple-tinged glasses, no longer sure where he was any more " Well in that case my dear, I am going to go the...

10:11 / 27.01.04

...thought-proof cubical on the uppermost turret of the south wing". On his way out of the room he couldn't resist thinking "my wife is an evil harridan - almost on parr with that mastermind criminal flyboy". He went to the thought proof cubical via his office so he could pick up his braille newspaper. The snug turret room over-looked the sprawling city below - a view wasted on our blind hero. He sat down in his favourite armchair, and began to read: he could not believe the headline! it said...

12:43 / 27.01.04

..."ELEPHANT FOUND SITTING ON LEAF IN TREE! REFUSES TO COME DOWN UNTIL AUTUMN!" He could not believe it! As he read more (felt more..) he found out that the elephant had somehow fallen out of the sky and landed on the leaf after it was being carried over the area by a giant...

20:18 / 27.01.04

..rat. An employee of the city zoo was apparently being questioned regarding rumours of illicit genetic modification, cruel and perserve vivisection experiments and the like. For a brief moment he considered the possibility of a connection between this insanity and his own horse-related tribulations, but he couldn't think straight, the newspaper story had affected him deeply. He turned away from the unseen view of the city, feeling..

20:32 / 27.01.04

...like a forgotten carton of Asian take-out relegated to the back of the refridgerator, where small shiny creatures with glistening moist skin purused loathsome agendas of their own devising, away from the prying eyes of the giant mortal flesh-creatures. (He knew they were there, however, watching, waiting, quivering in anticipation of the next time he would leave his office. None of that mattered for the moment.)

He folded the newspaper into an origami lawn gnome and carefully placed it in its assigned spot in the storeroom, joining thousands of others in regimented certainty. (At least he would have the satisfaction of knowing that everything was still in it proper place.) But something kept bothering him, pulling at the tethers of his mind. It seemed as if the...

17:08 / 29.01.04

..people he had spoken to in recent weeks, in the course of both his work and social life, had been responding to him in a tone to which he was not accustomed. Throughout his life he'd considered himself to be a good natured, down to earth and generally pleasant and trustworthy sort of chap, and the loss of his sight had affected this not in the slightest. But recently, well, frankly people he'd known for years and strangers alike had been treating him with a certain .. hesitancy. Possibly condscension, possibly fear, he wasn't sure. He considered the possible reasons for this as he carefully dusted the heads of his paper gnomes and imagined once again that he could see the magnificent view of the city which he knew was visible through the plexiglass screen of the thought-proof cubicle which extended directly upwards from one of the turrets of his gothic townhouse..

..people hadn't started to think he was WEIRD, had they??

The realisation came like a..

19:19 / 29.01.04

..knee gnawing gnome, biting to the very core of his rusty knees. "Maybe I AM weird" he thought, stroking the origami lawn gnome, desperately seeking its reasurance of the doubtable fact that he was indeed, NOT weird. It never came. Suddenly the door bursted open in a metallic(yet kinda pleasent) scream, and there it was, he knew this moment would come. It was..

All Acting Regiment

20:04 / 29.01.04

...a small figure, the blind man could tell somehow, though he wasn't quite sure. Either way there was a bad feeling about it.
"Who are you?", he asked. "What have you done with my wife?", he added, feeling beads of sweat bubble out of his forehead.
The visitor made no sound, but the blindman suddenly felt his hand gripped by something furry- a paw of some kind. terrible, chaotic impulses began to throb in his mind, forming sounds...words...
BAAAAAAHHH----GHUUUUUU-----THAAAA----BEARRRRRRR----
"Bagu The Bear?", asked the blindman, his voice full of contempt. Then he wished he hadn't been quite so disparaging as the room was filled with swirling clolours and lights... and slowly... surely....the Blind Man could see!

And what a horrid sight. A small bear, yellowy tan in colour, stood before him. Now bears are normally naked; they can do this, as they are animals. But this one...the fact that it wore a little polka dot bow tie and a shiny monocle made it seem....TERRIBLY, VICIOUSLY naked.
Then, suddenly, there was a terrible crunch, and the man, now no longer blind, felt himself rocketed though space and time. With a thud he fell into unconciousness, and when he woke...