Transplanted tradition: one sentance story

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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We do these a lot at the other message board I post at, and to the best of my ability to search for likely threads it hasn’t been done here. With all the witty and/or intelligent (:)) people here it should be reasonably interesting.

For those who don’t know: the idea is that each person posts a single sentence, attempting to build a reasonably coherent story. We shall see where we end up.

I’ll start:
It would have been a beautiful day outside, if the sun had been visible through the smog.

[one note: if you want to say something in this thread that’s not part of the story, please make it obvious that you’re doing so, like using these brackets or something]

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[Ok, I’ll take a shot… I love rounders!]

It was spring again, and the flowers were beginning to bloom, despite the lack of light.

TruePisces

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Alright, here goes.

All along the beaches the tourists lounged, trying to catch a tan in the summer haze.

shrug

-H.P.E.

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One of the locals, a young woman, made her way to the store feeling slightly annoyed at the haze that made it hard to see.

[Hehe here I am with my bit!]

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With a dull slam she ran into a large post marked “in case of haze, break glass” and was dead by the time she hit the ground

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A shadowy figure emerged from the gloom, hoisted her still-warm body over one shoulder, and, peering around furtively, slipped back into the choking fog with his find.

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But little did he realise as he disappeared into the murk, something was watching from a nearby alley.

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That something just happens to be the young woman’s soul, Matika proceeds to follow the figure carrying her body away.

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Until <thunk!> her soul runs into the soul of the large post!

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(bey y’all didn’t see THAT once coming!)

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(Nope didn’t see that one at all)

Grumbling at the post she continues to follow silently.

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the post grumbles back as it rubs approximately it thinks it’s knee is

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A short scuffel insues, ending in a very short fist fight which the post lost, as it has no fists

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The post lay on the sidewalk, winded and defeated, and was subsequently chewed to pulp by spirit beavers.

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Meanwhile, the shadowy figure, dressed in a Royal Canadian Mounted Police uniform, has reached his double-wide mobile home with the body of the young woman.

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Where he meets Snively Whiplash who, mistaking him for Dudley Do-Right, proceeds to twirl his well-waxed mustache…

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…into a sharp, deadly weapon with which to attack the Officer, poking him till he was within a hairy, waxy inch of his life

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The Officer, trembling with fear after so narrowly escaping a waxy fate, begs Snively Whiplash to assist him in completing his diabolical plan.

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“Snively,” he whispered, “someone claiming to be the dead post’s brother Bill said he saw the whole thing, but fortunately Bill’s no Post.”

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Meanwhile, in a totally unrelated manuscript, Scout Finch was wondering just what Boo Radley was up to in there