Ann Posted August 2, 2006 Share Posted August 2, 2006 I'll start and you guys keep adding on...... In my perfect world, I would......... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ztweb Posted August 2, 2006 Share Posted August 2, 2006 whoops Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cindi o'h Posted August 2, 2006 Share Posted August 2, 2006 be a rambunctiously curious six year old, bright-eyed, red-haired girl exploring the creek bed with a stick in hand. I would be overturning rocks and catching glimpses at the lively, gray critters that live hidden away from the sunlight and heat of the day. Instead, I.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
teresag Posted August 2, 2006 Share Posted August 2, 2006 (picking up on cindi'oh's thread) ....found myself in a foreign place where I did not understand the language. The people looked normal enough, except for the uniforms, but they used words I'd never heard... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cindi o'h Posted August 3, 2006 Share Posted August 3, 2006 never heard before. I found myself inside a metal tube with "Highway to Hell" blasting in my ears. I was wondering at that moment if there was a mirror universe and if anyone else had this same exact experience. Nervous. Oh yes. That is..... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ann Posted August 3, 2006 Author Share Posted August 3, 2006 the very least I can say. My nerves were completely shot! The situation only got worse when I looked up and saw.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kamataca Posted August 3, 2006 Share Posted August 3, 2006 ...what appeared to be a kindly old, white-haired Grandma staring at me. I asked if she knew where we were going. As she began to answer, her face contorted as if in pain, and a voice shriller than a hyena's screech answered... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mitzu Posted August 3, 2006 Share Posted August 3, 2006 "We are going to Romania!" The country of Vlad Dracula, where you will take baths in blood and eat pig skins. I started getting chills just hearing this, when all of a sudden... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ginnyde Posted August 4, 2006 Share Posted August 4, 2006 Elvis walked into the room. You could tell he had just left a beauty salon because his hair was now... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
eppie Posted August 4, 2006 Share Posted August 4, 2006 bright pink. He'd just dyed it to match his new caddy. "Hey Baby!" he greets me so warmly shaking the keys and his hips at me. "I was thinking about going for a ride. Ya wanna come along. I was thinking about having a steak but now I ain't so hungry. This being Romania and all but if you want so company..." "Alright, I'll go with you but let me chose the radio station, Mac...and do you mind explaining to me why....." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
teresag Posted August 4, 2006 Share Posted August 4, 2006 ..Romania has such weird traffic signals? It seems green means "wait and see what develops in the next 3 months", red "straight ahead full steam" and yellow - well, as far as I can tell (although I'm not really sure), yellow means "write a poem." Want to read my poem, Elvis? It starts with... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cindi o'h Posted August 4, 2006 Share Posted August 4, 2006 "there once was a squirrel with a bat.".... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
eppie Posted August 4, 2006 Share Posted August 4, 2006 Elvis looks uncertain about my poetic ability. "Ah ma'am, I am just an ol country boy. I don't much know about poems and all that stuff," he said, "but if you really want to just go ahead maybe I can put it to music" As I begin to dig around in my purse to find my "Ode To Nuts and Other Things", I notice that Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Debi Posted August 5, 2006 Share Posted August 5, 2006 Elvis is handing me a pen. I'm not sure why he's giving me a pen but with an air of detachment, I wonder vaguely, somewhere in the depths of my brain, if its because my scans have gone bad. I ask him why he's giving me a pen and the light turns red, and as I accelerate I notice that Elvis is shape changing. With a gasp I see that the King is gone and in his place sits.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Treebywater Posted August 5, 2006 Share Posted August 5, 2006 Michael Jackson. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Debi Posted August 5, 2006 Share Posted August 5, 2006 And with a start I realized that the metal tube that I was in was actually Michael's hyperbaric chamber and I was at Neverland. What I thought was a pen had actually been... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cindi o'h Posted August 5, 2006 Share Posted August 5, 2006 One of Blanket's toy soldiers! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snowflake Posted August 5, 2006 Share Posted August 5, 2006 And the toy soldier wasn't really a toy, he was in motion and in a flurry, I saw the rest of the platoon deployed at my feet, taking aim with the largest RPG loaded with.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
teresag Posted August 5, 2006 Share Posted August 5, 2006 melting caramel candies! You know, the kind with that white sugary center surrounded by caramel? I had told Elvis (before he turned into Jacko) that I wanted some sugar, but I guess he took me literally! Anyway, the RPGs were aimed right at ME! And Michael Jackson had already moved to a foreign country, so he couldn't help! I was on my own... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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