He had startled Jolie, who was now looking fearfully at him from under a chair. "Awww girl, I'm sorry. Let's go for that walk!" He squared his shoulders, and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. The dog ran to him immediately, wagging her tail in adoration. Putting the leash on her, he sighed and opened the door. The sun..................
and you?
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Sad emo
... was casting its cold, purple rays across the fields of ripening spaghetti. He let Jolie off her leash and she bounded away over the top of the hill, barking excitedly as she chased after a ......
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ballistic
black crow. As he walked, he mulled over the strange events that had befallen him. It all started when he was picked up by a tornado and dumped hundreds of miles away into the middle of a surprised looking film crew on a porn shoot… , and to top it all off, was disfellowshipped by the Jehovah’s Witnesses for allegedly telling lies. The piece of the puzzle that kept gnawing away at him constantly, was how was he spotted on a porn site anyway?
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beksbks
Coming back to the present, he saw that Jolie was snuffling at something in the dirt. He made his way over to her, wondering what could have her so interested. Looking closer, he saw it was just a bit of fluff, from another thread. His stomach growled and he realized it was past noon. Again he'd forgotten to eat. He tried to recall what was in......................................
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prophecor
.....he tried to recall what his minions had said. It was midday and all the women were at the market, in pursuit of their daily passions. He waited for the crowds to disperse, but it was to no avail. He rested beneath the palms as the sun drenched hours of August, refused to lessen in intensity. A Noration woman passed him by. The aroma of oils from her body wafting past him as she.........
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delilah
The aroma of oils from her body wafting past him as she.........casually glanced back at him. She smiled, as she picked up a fresh mango, and smelled its sweet fragrance. She paid the vendor, and as she walked past, she dropped her business card into his hand, and gave him a knowing look. The look that said....(insert your words here)
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Frannie Banannie
as she shifted the infant she carried from one hip to the other and proceeded through the market.
All of a sudden Melvin blinked his eyes and shook his head. How had he wound up in a market watching a Noration woman when he'd only just gotten up on the bayou to let his dog out. Had he been dreaming that Jolie was running up a hill through fields of spaghetti? Laughing to himself, he surmised that he'd been going through one of those fugue states that often struck after a heavy drinking bout.
He headed back to the old pickup with the peeling blue paint, got in and drove back to his place on the bayou. When he pulled into the driveway, Jolie wasn't the only one to greet him. There on his front porch, making herself perfectly at home in his hammock was the most perfect redhead he'd ever laid eyes upon. "Melvin Boudreaux! Where y'at, cher?" she called to him from the hammock. Jolie ran joyously out to the truck, wagging her tail and grinning, as he.........(insert your words)
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Frannie Banannie
Okay, Delilah. Looks like we got two story lines goin' now, cher....heheh
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FlyingHighNow
Frannie, we should start a cajun thread.
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Frannie Banannie
LOL, FHN! Yeah...and get that guy back on da bayou where he belong, cher!