giraffe

Thanks again, Midnight.

Let's expand this one to 150 words exact. And I'd love to see people expand on someone else's story. Twist and turn their idea if you want. Just call it (whatever title) chapter 2 or 3 or 4. Here are the words.

Venemous
Piano
Drugs
Astrology
Attempt
Confusion
Intersection
Vacate (or Vacation)
Carpet
Charity

Have fun

giraffe

And torch will be passed on 12/16

giraffe

Typo, it's Venomous

Nylecoj

oooo!!!! Great word list! I'll get started!

maddyjean08

Delicious words! I'll get some good stories out of this.....

mouse

Congrats Giraffe Good challenging word list. I'm intrigued by the challenge of adding a chapter to someones story, mmmm could be interesting

Shanley

150 words minus the title:

'The Agony'

The spark in his eyes gave away his venomous soul. As his fingers swept the piano, whipping strident notes out of it, a disturbing shriek with laughter shook his livid wiskers. His arm pushed the astrology globe off the piano. He watched it breaking into pieces and then he fell down on his knees on the scarlet carpet. The charity of the drugs had taken over his vain life. And there he was: a mindless oldman pleading for confusion as his wits attempted to vacate his body and his spirit freezed at the intersection of misery and self-commiseration.
- What are you going to do old fool? a grave voice asked him.
What was he going to do? Everything was going round in circles in front of his eyes, the candelabrum was turning into a flame, the flame was turning into hell itself. And the it hit him:
-I'll die...

Shanley

Continueing someone's story will lead to repeating the list of words...

maddyjean08

Ok, I'm ready...... Just a sec, I'm going to get my sister on Think Draw. Myabe our names can match.........

addyirene08

I should've chosen my own name.....

giraffe

Excellent start, Shanley. I may add to that myself.

giraffe

150 without title.



The Agony (Ch. 2)

When I came to, they were I.V.ing me with some sort of venomous drugs. They were aware of my suicide attempt. I was in an ambulance at the intersection of 3rd and Broadway on the way to the hospital. I was in a state of confusion. Due to the charity of the paramedics, I was still alive.

I vaguely remember them pulling me out from under the piano bench. Then I was totally out - vacant until now. They dragged me across the floor as the candleabra was setting the drapes on fire. I have severe carpet burns on my back and neck.

Why didn't I read my astrology that day? Mars square Venus would have warned me that an overdose was imminant. But they caught it too soon. The fire alerted them.

Now I have to figure out again whether I want to live or die. Wish me luck, angels.

maddyjean08

(gasp) Addyson! Face it, you love our matching names.....

GuessTheArtistGame

One by one.... I'm actually Giraffe...

Shanley

the+n
Nice work on ch.2, Giraffe!

Doug

That was fun to read a continuation of a story by two writers. Nice job! Here's my entry although it is not a continuation, but I may try that later. 150 including title.

Confusion Reins

Venomous son of a horses’ ass! I’m the piano player at the Rancho Bar and I spin out curious melodious ditties for all the folk who come in either to tip a glass or smoke some grass. So my Astrologist friend Michael shows up and sat at his favorite stump stool just like that guy, uh, Norm? In an attempt to make a long story longer it’s…..jealousy or drugs! I can play the piano and strum the fiddle faster than any man alive, but he ponders himself quite the musical aficionado and thinks he deserves the red carpet treatment. After two beers he off and vacates his nasty snot filled nose on my ivories with this disclaimer, “Here’s your tip you charity case.” Well spank my ass with a forklift. I played two choruses of Intersection Connection and poked his eye with the end of my fiddle stick.

giraffe

Great visuals Doug, but snot on the keys? Definitely has a strong, gross effect.

mouse

150 exact not including title

The Group- Chapter 1.

The group had gathered in the penthouse suite of Michael Monpere, the French ambassador to the U.N. The place was palatial with a flaming red carpet edged in gold braid and a ebony colored grand piano.

He was planning a charity benefit for drug dependent children.

Celia was there, also. She had a sickening sweet smile but she was a venomous creature. Astrology ruled her life and any attempt to dissuade her was folly. She would go on hour after hour about the stars until I was in a state of profound confusion.

I just wanted to vacate the premises and go to the nearest intersection and hail a cab. But, of course, that was not possible. You see, I am Michael’s fiancé and expected to host these hair brained functions. Lord, give me strength!

giraffe

Neat, Mouse. I hope someone continues it. I saw the idea on flaskandpen.com . They keep a story going and assign when each person is next in line to continue the story. This is much looser, but might bring out something.

Dragon

I checked out flaskandpen giraffe, it looked interesting and I wanted to join up but I could not find the place to register. I wrote to their e-mail address but no-one answered.