Darn, it's my writers' club tomorrow (I am retired, SNEER!) and I haven't written anything. Mind blank.
Story ideas here please.................................
Story ideas here please.................................
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bloggoth
If everything isn't black and white, I say, 'Why the hell not?'
John Wayne (My guru, not to be confused with my beloved prophet Jeremy Clarkson) -
Type three random words into google and write a story about the 7th thing that comes up.While you're waiting, read the free novel we sent you. It's a Spanish story about a guy named 'Manual.' -
Well, it's no more tedious than "My Lunch" or "Word Associations".
That's a good idea!!! Need better choice of words as I got a thing about "water leaking from the steering column on to the drivers side floor! Make it blood maybe.
Oh no that was 6, 7 was a Cobalt Blue Glass Hyacinth Bulb for £56. Looks pricey to me.Last edited by xoggoth; 19 August 2010, 20:06.bloggoth
If everything isn't black and white, I say, 'Why the hell not?'
John Wayne (My guru, not to be confused with my beloved prophet Jeremy Clarkson)Comment
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Originally posted by xoggoth View Post
Once upon a time
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Stuff happens.
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Happily ever after.
just needs fleshing out a bit now.Comment
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Is it a completely blank page i.e. you can write about anything at all?Originally posted by xoggoth View Post
Use the random article option on wikipedia until something sparks an idea.Comment
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I enjoyed the primordial soup story on your Bloggoth. Maybe you could follow it up with a main course and pudding?Comment
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It all started when our overrated adventurer, Radioactive Man, woke up in a fanstic pumpkin patch. It was the first time it had happened.
Feeling scarcely stunned, Radioactive Man poked a live hand grenade, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). A few unsatisfying minutes later, he realized that his beloved diary was missing! Immediately he called his so-called friend, Fallout Boy. Radioactive Man had known Fallout Boy for (plus or minus) 1.2 billion years, the majority of which were flamboyant ones. Fallout Boy was unique. She was ingenious though sometimes a little... annoying. Radioactive Man called her anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Fallout Boy picked up to a very nervous Radioactive Man. Fallout Boy calmly assured him that most 3-legged wallabies yawn before mating, yet man-eating capybaras usually wildly yawn *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant; she was only concerned with distracting Radioactive Man. Why was Fallout Boy trying to distract Radioactive Man? Because she had snuck out from Radioactive Man's with the diary only eleven days prior. It was a exotic little diary... how could she resist?
It didn't take long before Radioactive Man got back to the subject at hand: his diary. Fallout Boy shuddered. Relunctantly, Fallout Boy invited him over, assuring him they'd find the diary. Radioactive Man grabbed his whale and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Fallout Boy realized that she was in trouble. She had to find a place to hide the diary and she had to do it carefully. She figured that if Radioactive Man took the noise-polluting import, she had take at least four minutes before Radioactive Man would get there. But if he took the time machine? Then Fallout Boy would be barely screwed.
Before she could come up with any reasonable ideas, Fallout Boy was interrupted by two clueless Care Bears that were lured by her diary. Fallout Boy panicked; 'Not again', she thought. Feeling displeased, she carefully reached for her gerbil and fearlessly punched every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the foxy forest, squealing with discontent. She exhaled with relief. That's when she heard the time machine rolling up. It was Radioactive Man.
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As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at The Salvation Army to pick up a 12-pack of ripened avocados, so he knew he was running late. With a deft leap, Radioactive Man was out of the time machine and went indiscriminately jaunting toward Fallout Boy's front door. Meanwhile inside, Fallout Boy was panicking. Not thinking, she tossed the diary into a box of gerbils and then slid the box behind her whale. Fallout Boy was exasperated but at least the diary was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Fallout Boy indiscriminately purred. With a hasty push, Radioactive Man opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some pestering coke fiend in a nappy, busted-out hatchback,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Fallout Boy assured him. Radioactive Man took a seat not remotely close to where Fallout Boy had hidden the diary. Fallout Boy sighed trying unsuccessfully to hide her nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' she blurted. But Radioactive Man was distracted. As if it really mattered Fallout Boy noticed a clueless look on Radioactive Man's face. Radioactive Man slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Fallout Boy felt a stabbing pain in her ear when Radioactive Man asked this. In a moment of disbelief, she realized that she had hidden the diary right by her oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A annoying look started to form on Radioactive Man's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's carrots from when she used to have pet Indonesian devil cats. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Radioactive Man nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Fallout Boy could react, Radioactive Man aptly lunged toward the box and opened it. The diary was plainly in view.
Radioactive Man stared at Fallout Boy for what what must've been ten seconds. Absolutely thrilled, Fallout Boy groped flamboyantly in Radioactive Man's direction, clearly desperate. Radioactive Man grabbed the diary and bolted for the door. It was locked. Fallout Boy let out a electric chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Radioactive Man,' she rebuked. Fallout Boy always had been a little insensitive, so Radioactive Man knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Fallout Boy did something crazy, like... start chucking dangerous oil-soaked rags at her or something. Absolutely thrilled, he gripped his diary tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Fallout Boy looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Radioactive Man. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame ten days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly she felt a tinge of concern for Radioactive Man. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Fallout Boy walked over to the window and looked down. Radioactive Man was gone.
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Just yonder, Radioactive Man was struggling to make his way through the magical cornfield behind Fallout Boy's place. Radioactive Man had severely hurt his fingernail during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Care Bears suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the diary. One by one they latched on to Radioactive Man. Already weakened from his injury, Radioactive Man yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Care Bears running off with his diary.
About six hours later, Radioactive Man awoke, his taint throbbing. It was dark and Radioactive Man did not know where he was. Deep in the mysterious lemur-infested moor, Radioactive Man was abundantly lost. Just as zero people expected he remembered that his diary was taken by the Care Bears. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a shrunken Care Bear emerged from the imaginery desert. It was the alpha Care Bear. Radioactive Man opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Care Bear sunk its teeth into Radioactive Man's shin. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Radioactive Man's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than five miles away, Fallout Boy was entombed by anguish over the loss of the diary. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' she cried, as she reached for a sharpened dull pencil. With a deft thrust, she buried it deeply into her love handle. As the room began to fade to black, she thought about Radioactive Man... wishing she had found the courage to tell him that she loved him. But she would die alone that day. All that remained was the diary that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Care Bears, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(
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How about a taxi ride where the driver (or fare) turns out to be someone unexpected.While you're waiting, read the free novel we sent you. It's a Spanish story about a guy named 'Manual.'Comment
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How about a prostitute who murders truck drivers?While you're waiting, read the free novel we sent you. It's a Spanish story about a guy named 'Manual.'Comment
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