Collective Storywriting

Sara was tired.
It was really too much. Again, again , and again- would it never stop?
How much was a girl suppoed to put up with?

He wasn't "all that"- no matter what he thought. No matter what she thought.

It had to stop.
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Next?

vienglory - how bout you get the ball rolling?

 

All of the promises he had made to her, all the promises she had made to herself...

"How in the world did I let it get this far?" the only thought running through her already exausted mind.

 

These are the difficult reveries that seem to take precedence when you're sitting underneath an overpass in Chicago, hundreds of miles from everything and everyone you love. "At least I still have my sanity," Sara thought to herself, although she knew instinctively that that was most likely slipping as well.

 

She thought back to that little farmhouse in Kentucky, where she'd rekindled a romance with her high school sweetheart. And the toolshed, behind which she'd had anal sex for the first time ever. She was expecting it to be nasty, given that it was her second cousin and all... but he was so gentle, and she was enchanted.

He had assured her that it was impossible for her to get pregnant, and she had believed him. But now, she knew better.

 

Thank God for the University.
Was she really the only girl there who hadn't known?
At least it hadn't been true copulation...

 

The sun was coming up, the stars were still out, it was cold so cold her toes were so numb, all she could do was yearn for the warmth of her room as she walked back to her dorm. And then, over steaming hot chocolate ponder the events of last night.....

 

it was still quite hazy in Sara's addled brain. She remembered the needles and the blow and that one guy that looked just like James Dean with a mohawk. "Shit!" she exclaimed as she spilled hot cocoa all over her lap. "Damnnit dammnit damnnit." She started to feel the miserable nausea that usually follows her dance with the needle. She rushed to the bathroom cursing silently as she knocked a lamp off the end table. Sara prayed to whatever deity might be listening at this early hour that she would not wake her roommates. The nightly brown nightmare just keeps getting worse....

 

The floor tilts madly beneath her, tossing her hard against walls that shimmer with vibrant colours only known to her in her dreams. She retches hollowly, damning him, cursing him. Crying into her childlike fists bunched hard against her face. She hears a slow humming vibrating deep in her throat, soft and slow. It pulls her out of the warm blackness. “How long have I been out?” A clock chimes in the distance. I familiar panic forms a hard ball in her stomach. She was late again.

 

:$ Sarah had driven over 400 miles to get to the cabin on the wooded lake in the mountains. She had enough of him, she just had to get away! Standing on the shore and looking out across the wooded lake she thought to herself "damn him! That's it!" Sarah took the 14k gold diamond encrusted wedding ring off her finger and angrily threw it as far as she could into the lake! Sarah then walked vehemently back to the cabin, she was finished with him! This was it! the last time.......




Bustramp

 

A space that small should never have seemed so vast. The cold seemed to have followed her in. She prepared the fire angrily, her frustration and relief combining to urge on every action. Work was good. Work could only hurt you in the short term.

There was vodka in the icebox, she knew. It wasn't what she wanted, how she pictured herself ending the day, but she wouldn't sleep without it. No. She'd wait. Find something else to do. She sat down and, as the flames cooled her adrenalin back to sleep, she tried not to think about how much that ring was worth.

 

Sarah sat down in the easy chair by the now blazing fireplace sipping hot chocolate---again! "It's over and I'm through!" she thought to herself with relief. She then began to ponder what to do with the rest of her life and what direction it would take, but deep in her heart she knew....



Bustramp

 

...that she didn't have the courage to write that part of her story yet.

D you guys can disregard that part if you want)

 

Not yet-

 

but then she thought of the times back home when she had enjoyed being "spit roasted" by two different farmhands every weekend and how the ones that were hung like donkeys were the best. How she had loved it, having one up the muff and one in the mouth at the same time she decided there and then to become .... did she even dare think it ? A crack whore !
but first she needed to get herself a pimp....
this was really going to happen and nothing could stop her - quickly she packed all her things - slipped into flimsy clothing that hardly covered her up and headed out into the warm air - then taking a few blasts of crack into her lungs
"this is it" she shouted out loud and ran toward her destiny, like a mud wrestler in stilletoes. just then a car load of pimps came round the corner - they stopped the car and she got in...

 

The musky smell of maleness hung heavy in the air-
Too heavy.
It was then Sarah realized she longed for the embrace of another women.

 

i have a challenge for all of the writers. one person start the story with a paragraph. then the next poster writes the second paragraph and so on and so forth. lets see what kind of story we can come up with.

 

Okay i guess i'll start,


Fred was drunk, again, everyone said he'd be no good and now he was. Selling umbrellas for a living, (the 100% cheese umbrella idea failed). His wife had left - her last words to him "I'm not gonna eat brollies for lunch!! And neither is the CAT!!! C'mon Fluffy,"

 

MESSAGE FROM MOD!

ok everyone this collective story gets done time and again in these parts, so I am merging this thread with the last time it was done, people can ethier just continue with the new story, or if anyone feels like being very creative you can try and combine the two!
S

 

meanwhile, back at the ranch...

 

Sarah (Freds pissed off wife) picks up the phone to call..........