An experiment for the group.

I will explain the purpose of this after I get a few participants. (read on)

I am going to give you the first line and the last line of a story. I want you to fill in the middle in any way you see fit. The only rule is that you use the first line and last line word for word and that they remain as the first line and the last line. These aren’t the most exciting lines, but that’s part of the experiment. Here we go:

Michelle could not find her shirt.

(You fill in here. As many words as you wish)

She held his hand and swallowed her tears.

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ellehcimeo's picture
ellehcimeo
3522 pencils

i will participate. give me a few minutes, i am at work after all.

ivan's picture
ivan

Michelle could not find her shirt.
After the last night's passionate sex the clothes were everywhere.
She knew that finally she found the man of her dreams.
She was extremely happy, but were afraid to get hurt again.
She knew she had to leave.
The man of her dreams was still asleep.
She held his hand and swallowed her tears.

Minimum's picture
Minimum
1496 pencils

hes talking about me :D

ellehcimeo's picture
ellehcimeo
3522 pencils

who else?

brandsurgeon's picture
brandsurgeon
693 pencils

very funny you should be the star of this story :P

BrandSurgeon

Minimum's picture
Minimum
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Seriously, by now you should have realised that this topic is Josephs ode to you

ellehcimeo's picture
ellehcimeo
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very dramatic. what ever will Michelle do?

Minimum's picture
Minimum
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Michelle could not find her shirt. She has been lying in the sun all afternoon. She liked how the sun beated down on her face. Right there she put it beneath the apple tree. And now it's gone. Looking up into the pink blossom of the three made her realize that she forgot something. Where is John? He came with her to lie in the grass afterall. After putting on her slippers and sunglasses she started to look around.

In the distance she could make out the shape of John on the banks of the creek, he was sitting there, holding her shirt. Just staring ahead.
She walked to him and sat next to him. He looked her in the face and she could see his red face covered in streams of tears. "Whats wrong?!" she asked. "I just got the call." he said. "Mom's gone now, she can finally rest." Michelle had to fight her urge to cry. She desperatly wanted to, but she knew someone had to be the strong one, they needed that right now.
She held his hand and swallowed her tears.

ellehcimeo's picture
ellehcimeo
3522 pencils

i can't wait to post mine. tomorrow mornign.

ellehcimeo's picture
ellehcimeo
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i appoligize. it seems i have a bit of food poisoning and have to wait and post my story on Monday, as the entire story is on my Mac at work. after reading everyone's posts so far, i hope mine won't be lame.

Joseph Campbell's picture
Joseph Campbell
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There is no lame. There is only do, or don't do. I admire people who do.

Hope you feel better.

I've decided I hate signatures.

jacksonrabbit's picture
jacksonrabbit
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Michelle could not find her shirt. "Oh here it is," Said her boyfriend, "stop crying." She held his hand and swallowed her tears.

Joseph Campbell's picture
Joseph Campbell
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Brevity is the soul of wit.

I've decided I hate signatures.

ivanlim's picture
ivanlim
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muahahahah!
jackson's reply is hilarious!
I'll try one later.
got a bloody brochure to rush.

ivanlim's picture
ivanlim
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Michelle could not find her shirt.

When Dr. Grendoline arrived, she was a blathering mess.

"I know what you're doing here!" she cackled.

Michelle slinked down to the Scarlet Room to check on the local whores.

Hand in hand, they ran down the stairs, in search of taffy and five naked friends.

When Dr. Grendoline first visited the Scarlet Room a few miles outside Pape'ete in Tahiti, he was 12 years old.

The guard at the Scarlet Room did not have red hair, but he did have a temper and perhaps very little patience for the fact that Michelle could not find her shirt.

She laughed and laughed and patted his tiny head.

"You will seriously dread your comeuppance. Now leave me in peace. We'll reconvene at 10," said the guard.

He sent Dr. Grendoline to the room and wouldn't let him eat for three days.

She held his hand and swallowed her tears.

Minimum's picture
Minimum
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Hahaha using the trademarked reconvene at 10

Joseph Campbell's picture
Joseph Campbell
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Awesome. A short fiction mash-up. Very modern. I like it.

Michelle, can't wait to read yours.

I've decided I hate signatures.

brandsurgeon's picture
brandsurgeon
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Michelle could not find her shirt.
She was sure she left it on the pool chair she had been sitting on before she dived into the pool. she looked round from place to place until she saw the shirt in the hands of a young boy. Apparently scared of this big, tall strange woman, he backed up a step when Michell stretched out her hand. She made a move to take the shirt, and the young lad ran... then he slipped on the watery, slippery brink of the pool. He hit his head on the hard concrete before falling into the deep end of the pool with a little splash. Blood colored the surface of the pool at the point of entry. Michelle screamed... Rescue divers dove...

Were they too late?

The little boy lay helpless in on the floor, a small gash on his head, while someone attempted a CSR. Michelle knelt by him, the tears at the brink of spilling down her face in torrents. From the corner of her eye, she could see his guardian running over...

Then, she heard a cough. And another... and another. she turned back to the boy... he was alive! She could have jumped for joy!

She held his hand and swallowed her tears.

BrandSurgeon

ivan's picture
ivan

Wow! You guys can actually write! :)

brandsurgeon's picture
brandsurgeon
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tee-hee-hee! (blush!)

BrandSurgeon

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Eugens
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Michelle could not find her shirt.

And her shirt couldn't find her. The shirt was lost in the dreaded forest of the festering corpses. It was a she-shirt. The she-shirt found the daddy-shirt rotting on the cursed soil. Worms and birds had eaten it's beautiful cloth, and tiny demonic rabbits had scrached it like there was no tommorow. The she-shirt kneeled besides the daddy-shirt and her eyes became watery.

She held his hand and swallowed her tears.

ellehcimeo's picture
ellehcimeo
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this sounds like a great idea for a Tim Burton film!

brandsurgeon's picture
brandsurgeon
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Michelle could not find her shirt.
her husband didn't help either.
She slapped him in her anger.
He slapped her back.
She slapped him again.
He slapped her back.
Figuring he couldn't take any more slaps, her husband hugged her close and apologised to her... he had thrown her shirt out with the garbage by mistake.
Figuring she didn't have any more energy to slap him, she held his hands and swallowed her tears.

BrandSurgeon

Joseph Campbell's picture
Joseph Campbell
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So, really great stuff so far. As soon as the parasites have finished invading the real Michelle's digestive system, I'll finish this blog. I'm quite impressed with everyone's creativity.

I'm off on vacation. Out to the country, so access will be intermittent, but I'll check back in early next week and finish what I've started. Thank you all so much for participating.

I've decided I hate signatures.

ivan's picture
ivan

Can't wait!

ellehcimeo's picture
ellehcimeo
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Michelle could not find her shirt. It was alot like some of the nightmares she had been having about showing up to work without her uniform. The manager at Chili's, Rick, was such a hard ass about wearing the right white button-down. Like anyone who comes to the place cares wether I'm wearing one from the Gap that cost exactly $37.49 with tax. And the name tag had to be affixed just so, two inches above the left breast. Rick was lightning quick to point out the exact location if you had any doubts. An obvious pervert is never respected.

In this nightmare, Michelle can't find her shirt, so she goes to work wearing a white button-down from H&M she picks up along the way. Rick is nowhere to be found to give an explanation to, so she starts her shift as usual. The customers seem to be endless and very demanding. They request things like non-fat milk to put in their tea, and they point out to her that the cook used green mangoes in the salad, when the menu clearly says there aren't any mangoes in it. Soon, the dream wraps up, in a crescendo of customers yelling while she realizes she is the only one in the restaurant who is working. And the panic she feels at Rick coming in at any moment to criticize and ultimately fire her, is too much for her unconscious mind to accept so she wakes up, and finds herself sitting up in bed, holding her hand out as if carrying a tray.

She hated her job, but it was the only way she could manage to pay the rent. She was trying her best to get back into her true field of work. Seeing no alternative as her shift time was fast approaching, Michelle opts to put on one of the other white shirts in her closet.

Rick was standing at her station, waiting, hoping beyond hope for her to show up late. He loved it when she was late, because it gave him an excuse to chastise her, and he loved how petulant she became. It was during those rare, precious moments, that he wished he could place his mouth on hers and force his hungry tongue in to taste her sweetness. It was enough to make his head pound from the blood rushing around in anticipation of such an occurance. Rick was unaware that all the staff called him "The Perv". He was the manager, after all, and a little dissidence is expected from staff in such a high turnover industry. So when he would catch one of them giving a sneer or pulling a face, he accepted it as par for the course. He was willing her with his mind, with his whole being, to be late. Tick tick tick. It was maddening for him.

Michelle walking into the restaurant from the back, the "staff" entrance, as it was called. Most staff joked that it was then entrance bringing you in close contact with Staph. People are careless and germy, especially children. It was a lucky day if none of the staff came in sick from having picked up something from a grimy child who had pawed at them while they took them to make their own sundaes. She walked through the entrance and heard Cameron, one of the younger cooks, yelling something about Rick being on the prowl, and to watch out. "Thanks for the warning" she yelled back. "What's the soup of the day Cam?". "I don't know, some cream of carrot bullshit soup. Tell that one to the 'guests'!" to which she heard him chuckle to himself, pleased with his sarcasm.

It was now 3:50pm, 10 minutes before Michelle should be showing her faux cheer to the customers, and Rick was pacing. So wrapped in his lusty thoughts was he, that he gave a start when Kendra came up beside him and asked him to do a coupon for her. They didn't trust the staff enough to give them authority to be able to make bill adjustments, so this duty fell on Rick. He held this power in such high esteem, too high, no one looked forward to asking him for the comp. He would inevitably ask to see the coupon, whereupon he would scrutinize the text as though it were a life or death coupon. He would question them about what the table had purchased, eye the table from afar, giving a smile if someone from the table caught him looking. So was the ritual for Kendra. She knew the drill by now, and had already braced herself with all the answers at ready.

Rick opened the server screen, inserted his manager's key, turned and looked at Kendra, giving her a once over, lingering at her name tag then asked her for the table number. "It says the number right on the bill", retorted Kendra, clearly getting annoyed. "I know it says the table number on the bill. But as a server of this Chili's you are to know, by heart, every table number. How do I know if you got this coupon from the table it says here, or if you brought in this coupon yourself, manually cashed out the table, and now want to try and make a bigger tip by having me place a comp on it?" He was clearly staring at her chest now, and enjoying the uncomfortable way she was shifting from one leg to the other, jutting the left hip out, then the right. Kendra inhaled a deep breath "Rick, if I wanted to make an extra two fucking dollars, I would show my tables my track marks, okay? And if you think..."
she was cut short. Michelle had just come around the corner, reading the daily specials hand out, not watching where she was going. The effect was like a human spill of sorts. Michelle colliding into Kendra, Kendra fluidly gliding into Rick hands jutting out into his soft belly to try and brace herself, Rick duly falling backwards, hitting his head on the stand causing the coffee machine's urn to topple and crash. The whole thing was incredible to watch and it went off in slow motion while Michelle managed to steady herself, having sent off the physical energy into Kendra. She instinctively started to laugh, a high pitched and raspy laugh, the kind that comes from deep within your lungs the kind that bring water to the eye. When everyone had settled, she realized that Rick was actually hurt. He was convulsing a bit in the puddle of hot coffee. Not knowing what to do herself, she shouted to no one in particular "Someone call 911!" and went down on her knees, Kendra got up at this moment, still in shock at what had happened. Rick stopped convusling long enough to take a good long look at Michelle, he sputtered out "that's not an authorized white shirt". What could anyone do? What could anyone say at that point? The fresh fury was so clear on Michelle's face. The man, though revolting and perverted was a medical mess on the floor. Kendra watched Michelle carefully, she was sure she was going to give him a good kick for good measure based on the look on her face. Instead she knelt down and she held his hand and swallowed her tears.

Minimum's picture
Minimum
1496 pencils

girl, that was good. Really good. You nailed that character perfectly. I could almost see the manical dirty look in his eyes. Congratulations on a good job. You brought up the ladder. I need to make another version.
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...and let the poets cry themselves to sleep. And all their tearfull words would turn back into steam

ellehcimeo's picture
ellehcimeo
3522 pencils

thanks. i think it could use more work, but i didn't want to belabour the process. "just put it out there" i said to myself, plenty of others have, no reason to be shy now!

ellehcimeo's picture
ellehcimeo
3522 pencils

i do hope Joseph is having fun out in the country, and i hope he knows that i'm gagging to find out what the experiment's results will yield.

time has no mercy.

ivanlim's picture
ivanlim
262 pencils

yeah!!!
what's it all about???

Inciter's picture
Inciter
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Michelle could not find her shirt.
And also her panties.
Later she found them on her boyfriend.
She realised that the rumours were true... he was gay.
She had to accept the awful truth, so...

She held his hand and swallowed her tears.

advert2ad's picture
advert2ad
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Michelle could not find her shirt.
After Nursing her baby boy, she felt happy.
she held his hand and swallowed her tears.

truecopy's picture
truecopy
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Michelle could not find her shirt.
He must of ripped it off while he was raping her. Again.
But no more. No more - she whispered to daddy lying on the bed with his throat slit.
Curious thing, blood is, she thought while looking at those glassy eyes.
She held his hand and swallowed her tears.

p.s. my english ain't what it used to be

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