It's neat how most of our key verbs are just one syllable long!
Yes, it is.This weeks APM likes it short! We will write a tale with just short words. It will start with a girl named Elizabeth (we'll have to call her Liz, then). Liz lives in some place with a short name, like Chad, or it could be Mars. Or the moon. (It could be that she moves lots. I don't care.)
Our tale should have some good scenes where Liz does things that we think are scary or gross, or would not want to do, such as to put one's bare feet on a bug. Each of us must add to the tale and write that Liz does a thing that is not what we would want for us.
Liz will have a bad day!
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The toothbrush
Um I read "two words" and Erin wrote "short words".
she probably asked for short words just for my benefit and I still fucked it up.
Somebody else go first.
Liz got out of bed at six...
...hung over, and mad as hell.
She knew it was a bad idea to eat the worm...
Liz frowned. There was one more sound in her "hung over" than she could take on this day. She could do just one sound at once.
It was that kind of day.
(Liz read once more the part with the green guy, at the top of the post. She clicked to make it big so she could read.)
Oops! Not just "short words" (as in number of letters), but "short words" with only one syllable.
Got it now! Sorry. Forget my last two contributions and start over with Billyfish:
"Liz got out of bed at six..."
Then the phone rang. "Who would call at this time"? she thought.
She let it ring 8 times.
Then let it ring ten more. She threw her shoe at the phone -- and hit the cat.
She cared not. Cat be damned. Liz was still steamed by her lack of will.
"get that, will ya" came a voice from the hall.
"My cat can talk?" thought Liz. "Oh, wait, that must be Tad... or is it Todd? Ah well, who cares? I made him my bitch last night," she thought, as she went for the phone.
"What?" she said as she took up the end of it and put it to her ear.
"Liz," said the voice on the line, "It's Ted."
Ah, TED! That's right -- THAT was his name! What an odd bitch -- why did he call her on the phone from the hall?
What the hell?" Liz spat.
"You locked me out of your room last night," Ted whined, "so I slept out here on the floor. I tried to knock and wake you, but you did not stir... so I thought I would call you from my cell. Rise and shine, sweet girl! I made crepes!"
"Oh Good God!" thought Liz. She now felt sick. "What the hell have I done?"
Crepes, for God's sake!!! Why would Ted make her a gay dish like crepes? She knew she would have to ditch Ted the first chance she got.
She trod out the door to speak with him, but Ted had done...
a thing Liz did not think he would do. He had bought a strap on. The kind with no straps, but with a long part that goes in... well you get it... and there stood Ted, a true bitch in deed, a strap on stuck in his butt and crepes held out to Liz with love in his eyes.
(Somehow I missed the APM. Tammy pointed out I wasn't participaing. Oops. Oh well.)
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