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The rules:
We each write 2 sentences which should (in an ideal world) follow-on in some way from whatever's been written previously.
To keep it easy to follow the story, please don't post other comments on this discussion (I'll just delete them!) - use the original discussion instead (here).
Rather than stickying this discussion, let's try to keep it near the top by replying quickly ...
As there's only a few of us playing this time - suggest that we do three rounds.
The order is ... TTony >> rpr >> BigPaulie >> littlegreenman >> Antique_Guitars >> holnrew >> redrighthand >> Bucket >> PolarityMan >> Johnnyurq >> bluenose.
Good to go?
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Once upon a time, in a land far, far away (all good stories start this way), the beautiful princess (naturally) was not having a typically princess-style day.
The day had started badly - the clock radio alarm had woken her with Radio 1 at 6am - had got worse when she realised that she hadn't put the "do not disturb" sign outside her door the previous evening and she could now hear a key being inserted into the lock, and then got very very bad indeed when she'd read the message that had just arrived on her phone.
@rpr - yours!
The message read "Glad to see you cared. I'll be round to collect you later-John". Now this was spooky as John was her deceased boyfriend, whose funeral she'd attended last week.
Reeling from the sight of her "dead" boyfriend, barely able to speak, she simply uttered "How could you?"
@Antique_Guitars
@holnrew
@redrighthand
Suddenly she reached a point of total clarity, and without hesitation grabbed her smartphone, logged on to Mumsnet, and posted a new thread: "AIBU to hate my selfish bastard of a BF for coming back from the dead just when I'm starting to enjoy dating hot local DILFs?".
@Bucket
These dreams were getting more vivid and more ridiculous-yet-realistic and Princess Karen was getting them more often - more often than she cared for - she had to stop waking up to Radio 1.
She sat up in bed and checked the door to her room - it was fine, still closed and all still sounded quiet outside in the hallway - but as she turned back to the bedside table she saw that the message light on her phone was definitely blinking - that was no dream.
@rpr - round 2 ...
@holnrew
@redrighthand
But for now Karen was too busy pulling mega G's and laughing at her face and all her major appendages flapping about in the vortex storm like a jowly Churchill type dog in a force 10, how the hell am I going to get out of this one she asked herself?
@Bluenose or whoever is next.