Creative Gateways

[babybottomfeeder]

I am Ready to Return to my story and to my new story titled Golden Conda.
I want to write a collaborative story with a new lexicon which has never been thunk before. It would be really cool if we each wrote 55 words and then attached them together into a story. I'll go first.

A thrashed young boy, that's the kind of topical pal-luck his parents described him as. His name was Dolph and he had not one shuck of wisdom in his tired leather head.

"There's a ripe place in the back of the bus for a boy like you Dolph" said his wary dad, holding a drop cloth.

[sgt.null]

A thrashed young boy, that's the kind of topical pal-luck his parents described him as. His name was Dolph and he had not one shuck of wisdom in his tired leather head.

"There's a ripe place in the back of the bus for a boy like you Dolph" said his wary dad, holding a drop cloth.

Dolph was too quick for the tied-down and rumble-buck. So he draped the drop cloth and eluded his father's three good electric eyes. Then Dolph waded in the wider river, back behind his tree fort aspirations. Then what? A quick jump over the lazy brown dog? He couldn't shake the deep fog morning.

[Seareach]

This is not the right place for this. Moving to Hall of Gifts...which probably isn't the most appropriate place for it to go but it's the best fit. Cheers. Sea.