Reply With QuoteThe woman was daydreaming. She had her hands clenched around her coffee cup, coffee long cold, as she sat in McCafe pondering. She stared into space, not seeing the other customers, not seeing the people rushing by, on the other side of the window.
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Writing game - get creative!
Okay, thought of a new "game" to get our imaginations going.
I'm going to begin a story. Each poster must then continue the story, any way they like. Must be no longer than three sentences.
Let's see where this can end up!
LET'S GET CREATIVE!!!
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The woman was daydreaming. She had her hands clenched around her coffee cup, coffee long cold, as she sat in McCafe pondering. She stared into space, not seeing the other customers, not seeing the people rushing by, on the other side of the window.
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On her mind was that phone call.
She was yet to learn of who was on the other end of the line, but there is no doubt in her mind that the call changed her life!
Last edited by kimmi; March 22nd, 2011 at 10:31 AM. : tupo
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His voice was raspy, he seemed to be gasping for each breath between his words.
She couldn't place the voice, but the things he knew about her, she couldn't help but wonder about it all.
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As she absentmindedly finished her stone cold coffee it suddenly dawned on her where she'd heard that voice before. It was such a long time ago and her memory of what had been said had long since faded, but the voice was painfully clear.
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"Oh My God.....
Bangkok!"
She couldn't believe it
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How did he get her number? And why now, after so long, was he calling? When everything else was fitting perfectly into place?
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