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[Llyrai]

MAuhahahahahh! Im so happy, now im screwed for my trials..(yeah, they're in week 6+7) but anyway...HEheheh doesnt this feel cool? I feel like Atlas without the world. AHhahah

Lets do that thing, where we write a section, and someone can continue the story, someone suggested it, cant remember. It'll keep our creativity up even after the loss of our extension two course....so yeah

Okay, rules are, you cant post twice in a row, every....4th should do it right? And i say under 250 words per post. Work for everyone?

Any othe restrictions anyone can think of?

 

[hotcocoababe]

LOL Llyrai, you're so keen its cute

I would love to help you in your little creativity endeavour, just let me finish my MW first ok

 

[Evening Star]

Not handing mine in until tomorrow. Doing a final edit just now. Will contribute to this little endeavor after I've finished. Bet it rains tomorrow, just to my paper gets all soaked.

 

[jhakka]

I handed mine in today because I knew something would go wrong tomorrow.

Gotta sign it all off, though.

 

[*Flutterby*]

and im out *dances* no more major work no more major work
ROFL
drama hsc next two days and then ex1 trial and im done b4 my bday

 

[Llyrai]

well its been four posts, so im okay to safe to post another reply.

.....NONE of those replies were in any way, in anyone's definition, in relation to my thread. You guys suck.

But, im too busy dancing in unison with Flutterby. heel and toe do it for you? LOL Ive got eng this week then every other subject next. SCREWED. Ive been skipping IPT classes all term, havent attended a single one. Hate the teachers guts, total homophobe.

Anyway, finish your major works already people! I wanna start this story!!

 

[Danger Rose]

Yeehehehe! I'm so glad it's over!! No more streesing out cos there's nothing I can do about it now... just hope there's no mistakes I didn't pick up... :S Ah well... now all I need is to work my butt off for art and then there'll be some major celebrating after next Monday! Yay!

Ok, ummm... creative.... *yawn* so tired...

Looking up, all I see is blankness. No words, no emotion, no coherent thought exist in this claustrophobic place I have created for myself.

Why am I here?

Eh, not quite 250 but it's a start... so tired...

 

[*Flutterby*]

But, im too busy dancing in unison with Flutterby. heel and toe do it for you? LOL

sounds good to me lyrilai lmao i havent done that in year *laughs and offers hands*

 

[Enlightened_One]

One subject I don't have to do any more work for - beauty.

Every other class that has a major work still has an exam to sit for that course. Lucky us.

 

[fuckfoot]

to get back to the gist of this post, i'll try an opening (oh the pressure)

once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away...
(ok i'm stuck)

 

[jhakka]

As long as our creativity doesn't go into teen angst or attempted depressingness, I'm fine with this.

once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away...

...and I'm serious, it really was far, far away. You know when you look up at the sky and you see all those stars, and there's always one that looks like a speck of dust that appears after you spend an hour or so cleaning your glass? It's further away than that...

 

[Llyrai]

...and I'm serious, it really was far, far away. You know when you look up at the sky and you see all those stars, and there's always one that looks like a speck of dust that appears after you spend an hour or so cleaning your glass? It's further away than that...

...not that ive ever cleaned a glass for an hour or so - I tend to leave all that stuff to John. He says alot of things: about cleaning glasses, the value of ugly people in our society and why self-pornography is the ultimate form of self-expression. Then yet again, he's always had a wild imagination (especially when his drunk). Like this one time, at band camp...

 

[bitchymcbitch]

...not that ive ever cleaned a glass for an hour or so - I tend to leave all that stuff to John. He says alot of things: about cleaning glasses, the value of ugly people in our society and why self-pornography is the ultimate form of self-expression. Then yet again, he's always had a wild imagination (especially when his drunk). Like this one time, at band camp...

the day was clear and crisp, the people... ugly and expressionless.
John looked around in hope of finding some sort of explaination.. for something.. the thing that he was searching for.. rushing in circles searching searching..
then suddenly he stops and becomes aware of the people standing behind him all laughing... poking him.. loving his...

 

[Enlightened_One]

the day was clear and crisp, the people... ugly and expressionless.
John looked around in hope of finding some sort of explaination.. for something.. the thing that he was searching for.. rushing in circles searching searching..
then suddenly he stops and becomes aware of the people standing behind him all laughing... poking him.. loving his...

cool, clam demeanour as he casually gazed up at the school, staring at the bright, spinning disc descending towards him. Only one thought crossed his mind. "Eat your heart out Fox Mulder."
The object slowed, flames spurting out of minute oblong exhausts in the bottom. Excrutiatingly, painfully, second by agonising second, the extra terrestrial craft touched down upon the smouldering, smoking, glazed grass.
The silvery hue of the space craft reflected the awe in John's eyes as a towering ramp slid down, revealing an escalator. Descending down this escalator was...

 

[pitted]

cool, clam demeanour as he casually gazed up at the school, staring at the bright, spinning disc descending towards him. Only one thought crossed his mind. "Eat your heart out Fox Mulder."
The object slowed, flames spurting out of minute oblong exhausts in the bottom. Excrutiatingly, painfully, second by agonising second, the extra terrestrial craft touched down upon the smouldering, smoking, glazed grass.
The silvery hue of the space craft reflected the awe in John's eyes as a towering ramp slid down, revealing an escalator. Descending down this escalator was...

...a creature at once seen yet hidden. An anomaly that defied description, John’s eyes seemed to slip away from the creature as soon as he tried to focus on it. Strangely enough there was no fear within John, it was bowed by the sheer strangeness that his mind encountered. Soon he realised that he was holding his breath so he let it out and as he did something even more illusory was happening, the creature was melting, moulding, contorting into shapes that no one had ever seen before finally settling on one…

 

[400miles]

...a creature at once seen yet hidden. An anomaly that defied description, John’s eyes seemed to slip away from the creature as soon as he tried to focus on it. Strangely enough there was no fear within John, it was bowed by the sheer strangeness that his mind encountered. Soon he realised that he was holding his breath so he let it out and as he did something even more illusory was happening, the creature was melting, moulding, contorting into shapes that no one had ever seen before finally settling on one…

... and suddenly he woke up and realised it was all a dream. He sighed, relieved that the horrible genre that was science fiction was no longer going to play a part in his life. Suddenly - worse than the unbelievably horrible genre of sci-fi - a dozen English teachers surrounded him, each armed with a copy of Jane Austen's 'Emma'. John screamed in agony, 'Emma' was a sure-fire way for the english teachers to put him in an eternal coma.
'What did I do?' John asked, desperately.
'NEVER EVER END A STORY WITH 'AND THEN I WOKE UP'", they each replied in unison.

Then John woke up and realised it had all been a dream and in actual fact he...

 

[Llyrai]

... and suddenly he woke up and realised it was all a dream. He sighed, relieved that the horrible genre that was science fiction was no longer going to play a part in his life. Suddenly - worse than the unbelievably horrible genre of sci-fi - a dozen English teachers surrounded him, each armed with a copy of Jane Austen's 'Emma'. John screamed in agony, 'Emma' was a sure-fire way for the english teachers to put him in an eternal coma.
'What did I do?' John asked, desperately.
'NEVER EVER END A STORY WITH 'AND THEN I WOKE UP'", they each replied in unison.

Then John woke up and realised it had all been a dream and in actual fact he...

...was having a wet dream. "Emma, EMMA!" The recollection of the nights dream dazed him. Unfocused, he tried desperatly to fidn out whawt that multi-creature was, but dismissed the problem, deciding that perhaps, the greater problem at hand was the mess he had created.
"Mum!" he called in a loud voice to penetratehis bedroom door. "I made a mess again."
A few moments before Johns mother's feet were heard shuffling at the door. "yes, hun, i heard you," she opens the door. "Emma was it again?"
John nods.
"Its okay. I understand, but honey, you really should be concentrating on Mike Moore. You've finished the transformation module already."
"okay mum."

 

[jhakka]

...was having a wet dream. "Emma, EMMA!" The recollection of the nights dream dazed him. Unfocused, he tried desperatly to fidn out whawt that multi-creature was, but dismissed the problem, deciding that perhaps, the greater problem at hand was the mess he had created.
"Mum!" he called in a loud voice to penetratehis bedroom door. "I made a mess again."
A few moments before Johns mother's feet were heard shuffling at the door. "yes, hun, i heard you," she opens the door. "Emma was it again?"
John nods.
"Its okay. I understand, but honey, you really should be concentrating on Mike Moore. You've finished the transformation module already."
"okay mum."

So John thought the transformations module was over... but it wasn't (oddly enough, as I wouldn't have said that if it really was), as Jogn suddenly noticed a really stupid typo in his name and he started sprouting extra limbs...

 

[fuckfoot]

(this one was bloody tough, what the hell am i supposed to do with limbs???)

So John thought the transformations module was over... but it wasn't (oddly enough, as I wouldn't have said that if it really was), as Jogn suddenly noticed a really stupid typo in his name and he started sprouting extra limbs...

his mother stared in a sort of fascinated horror as another leg, another arm grew from john's torso.
"mum-" he whimpered
"shut up boy!"

she paused, letting the delirium surface in her eyes.
"it's alive!" she cackled, "ALIVE!"
...

 

[shazzam]

like maggots slithering out of the eye sockets of a month-old corpse the rubbery limbs stretched their way across the bed, the floor and out the door, narrowly missing the terrified mother frozen with fear and awe...