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Post by Scoop Doggy Doo on Feb 9, 2008 21:42:10 GMT
The sequel to the One Word Story, featuring many of the original characters and probably introducing a few more. This will require a bit more thought and effort from participators, as a whole paragraph (or at least a few lines) is required from each new post. I will start......... It was a dark and scary journey hurtling toward oblivion and many of the seventeen scented trollops feared it would be their last. Clutching their tiny terrapins tightly for comfort, they looked at each other and wondered if there could possibly be any way to escape the seemingly inevitable fate that awaited them. However, one strumpet held the answer, but as yet she didn't know it. Her tight fitting corset and her overly curvaceous womanly figure was giving her jip and until she could gain some relief, she would be of no use to her fellow harlots. Could she unlock the secret that was to save the day? The stays on her corset were pressing and so was time!.......................
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Post by Nancy on Feb 11, 2008 14:44:40 GMT
The chassis of the National Express coach they were traveling in shook and rattled alarmingly, the drunk and now nearly unconscious driver was beginning to slump forward. Their only hope was to keep him awake, or at least encourage him to pull over, our corset clad heroine got up and bravely began to walk down the aisle...
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Post by Scoop Doggy Doo on Feb 11, 2008 17:18:30 GMT
I think our heroine should be called Charlotte (the harlot) Mr Green approves Carry on.........................
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Post by Patches The Clown on Jul 15, 2008 22:47:11 GMT
to the altar. Marrying the driver while he's still drunk seemed a good way to get away from any prenuptial agreement with him. Charlotte would get at least 50% of his estate doing it this way, maybe more if he would stay in a drunken haze for a few months. But wait, there's no altar on this bus! Damn National Express and their economy fares.
What to do?
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Post by etlcstn on Aug 6, 2008 13:26:20 GMT
Suddenly the coach driver swerved to miss something in the road, knocking Charlotte off her feet and sending her flying banging her head on the floor and knocking her out.
Charlotte awoke a while later, it was pitch black, the ground was wet and she realised she was no longer on the coach.
An Owl hooted and Charlotte turned and screamed when she saw the coach driver....
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Post by Scoop Doggy Doo on Aug 9, 2008 13:06:02 GMT
.......lying still in the middle of the road. He was motionless and covered in tiny terrapins which had been thrown from the tight grasp of the trollops due to the crash. Was he dead? Charlotte was almost too scared to find out, but find out she must. If he WAS dead, then her plans to marry and escape oblivion lay in tatters. She knew the fate of her and her fellow trollops lay in her hands, so she pulled herself (and her corset) together and moved towards the body. It was dark so she proceeded with caution, unsure of her footing. Steadily she approached the driver and was almost upon him when...................
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Post by etlcstn on Aug 21, 2008 11:46:30 GMT
all of a sudden it started to poor down with the worst rain storm that Charlotte had ever seen and with no cover around she crawled up to the bus drive and shaking liing their she tried to use his body to get any cover but it was no use she would just have to try and find another way to get out of the rain, but their was nothing around except for a small group of trees in the distance.
Charlotte slowly stood up and dragging the body of the driver through the mud she moved her now cold and wet body towards the woods.
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