Kevin's Watch

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.

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.

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.