Let's do the story thing again

**Lefty** · October 3rd, 2003, 08:42 AM

One sentence each. You can make it as long as you want. Don't use the periods...like you do...and expect it to be a sentence...as long as there are no caps...cause that's not really a sentence...is it?

Okay, so...

It was 1982; she remebered it well, because of the snow.

Your turn

**cherrysmum** · October 20th, 2003, 09:42 PM

It had been snowing for four days without letup. The cabin was becoming more like a tomb, as cabin fever began to settle in... YOUR TURN

**The Lady Belle** · October 22nd, 2003, 06:12 AM

She paced the lounge room floor once again, knowing the exact distance between the fireplace and the wall opposite without even thinking of it and thought to herself that she could walk it blindfolded and still not crash into any of the sparce furniture.

**Lefty** · October 24th, 2003, 07:44 PM

She didn't even know anymore what she was waiting for, because she could only think of the cramp space of the chalet out in the middle of nowhere and she suddenly realised that no matter how cold, or no matter how dark it was outside, she just HAD to leave the smothering atmosphere.

**cherrysmum** · October 24th, 2003, 07:53 PM

But first, before I go outside I must slip into something more comfortable. One never knows who or what one may bump into on such a dark and dreary.....

**Lefty** · October 27th, 2003, 06:05 PM

Midnight weary... That doesn't make sense. Where did that come from?

So she went up the stairs and while she pondered if the Donna Karen or the Dolce & Gabbana would suit better with her new pradas, she suddenly lost her footing.

**The Lady Belle** · October 28th, 2003, 01:35 AM

She falls down heavily on the slippery tread of the stairs and when she comes to several moments later she is horrified to discover that she had broken not only a fingernail but also her nose (which had been re-done as a Sweet sixteen birthday present from her extremely rich parents).

**cherrysmum** · October 28th, 2003, 08:43 PM

using her girl scout training skills, she quickly super glued her nail back into place...then using her "phone-a-friend" lifeline, she..

**Lefty** · October 29th, 2003, 12:18 PM

... calls her former boyfriend now turned girlfriend, who barely understands her because blood keeps gushing out of her nose. She now has twenty seconds left to ask her question and explain the multiple choice answers!