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[Caitlan]

Sad. But your haiku's are very funny :D

[M]

She touched a button
on the wall as poor Dolph looked
wildly around him.

Two guards came in from
the hall and seized Putnam and
securely bound him

and fastened him to
a post, where he glared as she
stripped Dolph to his shorts.

“Uhm, the part I love
most,” she glanced at Frank. “I know
how much you like sports!”

Frank saw that CJ
had beamed up a shipment of
what Alex had meant

when she had referred
to “ the right equipment” for
an all-night event.

Frank screamed, though gagged, and
he fought the ropes, which were strong,
the knots sure and tight.

He nearly went mad
when she played his song, and he
watched, his knuckles white.

[Caitlan]

This is brilliant. M, it was fantastic. I can't stop laughing!

[Caitlan]

Guys, go look at the google drawing for today!

[Caitlan]

Isn't it?!

[Hanzleberry]

I want a soccer boy!! :D Lol, great writing, guys!

[Caitlan]

XD

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

Wow! I just had the Google letters go on a Star Trek adventure! Mine didn't end happy though. . . I guess there are multiple endings.

[M]

I’ve written the worst ones by far. I can’t believe I posted the one I wrote yesterday. If I hadn’t gone out of town, I’d have taken it down. Poor Frank!

[M]

Alex, you’re too kind! I’ll try to do a better job of behaving myself. It looks as though we’re about to drive down to the camper for the afternoon. I’ll log back in tonight. I hope all you pirates are having a fun Saturday!

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

Alex (Al) wrote: "Captain Pike's Short Adventure"

I just read most of them through the link on 2272. Wow. Well done guys.

[Caitlan]

Have fun M! And thanks CJ

[M]

Alex and Dolph gave
Frank a dose as the crew trailed
off to the showers.

Frank went from raging
to lacrymose as the moans
went on for hours.

CJ, hungry for
he knew what, beamed the waitress
waitress back up, with more food.

“I’ll help you with a
story plot,” she teased. “I’m good
at creating mood.”

Aboard the starship
Enterprise, Spock cleared his
throat. “Uhm, more or less,

the spectrometer
classifies it as a chub-
by diner waitress.”

Down at Bertha’s Grill,
the cook yelled, “Deb, there’s plates in
the order window!”

Then he went out to
take a look. “Now, where,” he scratched
his head, “did she go?”

Edward designed a
new dungeon of dread for the
game Saturday night.

Kat, with her notebook,
reclined on her bed, writing
of Liam’s last fight.

M opened his door
to find, basking nude, a girl
in a sauna bath.

His estimate of
her curves was crude but didn’t
require advanced math.

Steam dripped from the walls.
Where his bed had been were racks
of towels and lotions.

He was doomed to get
in--he knew from her smile, from
her fingers’ motions.

Taking off his shirt
and pants, he exclaimed, “What have
you done with my bed?”

She gave him a soft,
reproving glance. “I’ve just the
place to lay your head.”

[M]

Thanks, Alex! That’s what I was going for.

[Caitlan]

w00t!

[M]

Thank you, Kat! That was as far as I got before I ran out of steam.

[Caitlan]

Haha. I get it. Ran out of steam. Haha, very clever M.

[M]

Write something steamy, Kat!

[M]

I’m very strait-laced. I would never write anything that might raise eyebrows.

[Caitlan]

XD Thanks Al! It means a lot that you like my writing.

Oh, and M? My eyebrow is raised too. XD

[M]

“Sensor readings,” said
Mr. Spock, “indicate things
that don’t compute.”

Kirk rolled his eyes. “Cut
the schlock.” Spock sighed, “I just heard
someone exclaim, ‘Woot!’”

On a dim, dewy,
deserted soccer field, now
hours since nightfall,

Dolph reappeared. Confused,
he reeled toward the hulking
gym and science hall.

The phone rang at Dolph’s
house. His mom answered, her voice
angry, her face red.

“Where have you been?” She
tried to be calm. “You wouldn’t
believe me,” he said.

[M]

Something tells me he’ll put his experience to good use.

[M]

Frank’s drink and his life
were in their dregs. Alex sighed,
“My, what a stallion!”

She yawned and stretched her
long, pale legs. “Next time, though, I
want an Italian.”

[Caitlan]

XD Nice ones, guys :D

[Caitlan]

XD

[M]

“Saggy,” Frank mixed a
drink, then sat, his eyes red, for
he hadn’t rested.

“Women who don’t get
like that,” he glanced at her, “are
mighty flat-chested.”

[Caitlan]

Oooh, Frank's in trouble!

[M]

His silk tie was ripped
almost in two. His hair was
stiff with Tanqueray.

He couldn’t find his
other shoe, and what else on
earth was there to say?

She’d pulled his hair and
slapped his face and slugged him till
he was black and blue,

and now she’d gone to
Buxton’s place for what poor Frank
was too old to do.

[Caitlan]

XD That's awesome M XD

[M]

Thank you, Kat!

I’m trying to come with a story for this week’s contest, but my mind is blank. Okay, that squirrel just outside my window has begged for a BB one too many times.

[Caitlan]

Shoot him! Shoot him! XD

[M]

He’s smarter than I am. He had disappeared by the time I stepped out on the patio.

[Caitlan]

Darn squirrel. We used to shoot our chickens that got out of the pen with a paintball gun XD

[M]

I’ll bet that was fun! And what a sight the chickens must have been.

[M]

No, if it had been the general, I’d have had him in for a drink and talked about old times.

[M]

The grilled salmon, the
grilled steak, have made me full
and very sleepy.

I’ve washed the plates. Now
to make down the bed and dream
of something creepy.

[M]

A cheeseburger, and,
for dessert, dark chocolate
by Ghirardelli.

How am I supposed
to stay alert when there’s so
much in my belly?

[M]

That sounds like a good lunch (except for the painkiller)!

[M]

Oh, yes.


Whenever I go
to the hall and wander past
that forbidden door,

I see such shadows
on the wall! and shadowy
clothes flung to the floor.

[M]

Three whose muses are
shameless, who entreat them in
states of undress,

three who shall remain
nameless in the halls of the
W.S.S.!

[M]

I have to go outside now and mow. I hope you have a restful afternoon!

[Caitlan]

Al, what happened? Why do you need to take painkillers?

[M]

For lunch, I had the
pasta combo--guarantees
a mid-life thrombo--

stuffed with ricotta
and parmesan. Now I need
and bed to nap on!

[M]

I sit here, stare out,
and sigh, “To mow or not?”--with
myself debating.

Beyond the window,
the grass is high, lush, and im-
patiently waiting.

[Kyra]

School problems, Al?

[Guy]

Marking the papers
Left the teacher wanting more
From her students.

The spelling errors
In statistics were far too
improbable to pass.

[Guy]

Al, I am sure you did. None of my students ran from my class last night. And all said they'd come to the next one, so it went well.

[M]

Good news from Alex and Guy! Alex, I’m glad you passed your stats exam. Guy, I’m glad your class made.

One summer, there was an advanced drawing class I really wanted to take, that had a great teacher, and it almost didn’t make. I think there were five or six students in it. I remember getting a call from the secretary that they were going ahead with the class, and what a relief that was!

[M]

Miss Jones put me in
my place. She said, “You’re nothing
but negative space.”

[M]

Wanda’s divorced, has
loads of money. Her words drip
like golden honey

when she sighs she’d like
to see me, her long-lashed eyes
pale gray and dreamy.