Mad Lib Story Thread - Page 6

InLove · 08-04-2005, 03:12 AM

...But what would she tell them? She met this guy in a bar that she thinks she knows, and its only been an hour or so, and she left before him---but now here he is?

She wished that whoever "Trudy" was would show up. Boy, would she have some things to say to her! Reaching for her phone, she decided that maybe...

InLove · 08-05-2005, 12:19 AM

...she would just confront him--from behind the wheel if need be. "Yes," she thought, "let's just see what you're really made of, mister!"

Leaning on the gas, she focused on the figure in the now dusky haze, but the closer she got to it...

Awaiting_the_fifth · 08-05-2005, 10:45 AM

...the less sure she felt of herself. Her foot was flat on the floor, the peddle, as they say, to the metal, but she knew she had already lost this particular game of chicken. No matter, there would be more.

Easing off the pedal now, she glanced down at the dash to check her speed, coming down, good, but when she brought her gaze back up to the stranger ahead, he was gone. She slammed her foot on the brake and came skidding to a halt. Maybe she had passed him, she thought, looking in her mirrors, but the lonely desert road was clear to the horizon and there was no one to be seen anywhere. He must be somewhere, she thought.

After a moment's hesitation, she stepped out of the car. Looking ahead and behing, there was nothing to see. What the hell was going on?!? Was she going mad? Well, obviously, yes, but was this handsome stranger a part of her madness or was he something else. A growing fear gripping her heart, she climbed back into the car and...

InLove · 08-09-2005, 05:23 AM

...drove slowly, contemplating the setting sun and the rising moon. Had it been a day or a season since she knew who she was? She would have to stop in the next town. Low on fuel and money and sick of jelly beans, she would have to find work of some kind at least until she could find her memory. What a strange and wonderful sirname she possessed for the moment--yes, it would take "Fortitude"....

Chapter Three

Ian could barely operate the chain saw as he went after the branches of the scrub tree. He wondered if he was going mad-- he certainly looked the part. Emaciated and unkempt, he had startled the neighbor woman who had stepped out to see what all the noise was about. She had not recognized him as the impeccably groomed young professional he had been until recently. So she had called the police to see why this crazy person with a chainsaw was cutting down her neighbor's tree. The cops had seemed a bit suspicious, even after he produced his I.D., but he took the opportunity to talk to them about Trudy. They suggested that perhaps he should submit a missing person's report, which he had managed to do. The local newpaper had gotten hold of the story, and now Trudy's picture was on the front page. Funny...it had never occurred to him before he talked to the police that he knew nothing of her family. He had no idea how to get in touch with parents or siblings, or if she even had any around.

All he knew was that he had to finish cutting this tree down before dark. He could not stand another night of torture. And he just had to get back to that book. He could not help himself. It was like...

InLove · 08-09-2005, 06:01 AM

(sorry--that would be "surname", not "sirname". Hate to interrupt the story, but the editor in me just can't seem to let that go! And I hate it when it is too late to edit, but I understand the reason for the limit. On with the story....?

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Jack Halyard · 08-10-2005, 10:20 PM

...it was his destiny to decipher the strange writings in this mysterious volume.

The neighbor lady couldn't help but overhear Ian's conversation with the police. "Ian. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. You've gotten incredibly thin!"
"Oh, I know. I haven't had a bite in weeks," he said, "I never learned how to cook and I hate to eat out alone."
"Oh, you poor thing. Let me fix you something to eat," she said, "and did I hear you say that your lovely Trudy has disappeared?"
"Why, thank you, and yes, I haven't a clue as to her whereabouts," he replied.
"Oh, you poor dear, you poor, poor dear. Well, you come with me," she said as she took his arm and led him across the yard.

Ian had the best meal he had tasted in a long time and said to his neighbor...

InLove · 08-12-2005, 05:37 AM

...I think my love is lost. I don't know what to do about it.

The old woman thought for a minute, and said...

InLove · 08-20-2005, 08:12 AM

..."sweetheart, why don't you let me make you a wonderful, fresh batch of my peanut butter and jelly bean cookies?"

Ian's heart grabbed his throat, and...

Awaiting_the_fifth · 10-17-2005, 05:03 PM

....he immediately knew what he had to do.

he ran home without another word to his kindly neighbour who watched him sprint out of the house with a stunned expression on her heavily lined face.

The birds were once again singing angrily outside as he raced to the telephone, how could he have ever forgotten something so important, it was all so obvious! Snatching up the handset he dialled the number that he knew so well...

InLove · 10-23-2005, 04:38 AM

....Trudy...Trudy...area code, prefix,...

He could not remember!

This madness had to end. This was not his destination--to be confused and senseless! Life is deeper than this. Life is everything.

He would find her.

Jack Halyard · 12-30-2005, 04:07 PM

Meanwhile, somewhere in the tropics..........

InLove · 01-01-2006, 09:27 PM

...the beautiful bird of many undefined colors spread its wings in preparation for the flight of its very life...

Ciel · 01-04-2006, 01:40 PM

......it rose...it rose from the ashes...it rose leaving seven letters of fire, it's name as reminder, Phoenix............

Pathless · 01-12-2006, 07:57 PM

but as you look closer, you discover that Phoenix is the surname; the first name: River...

InLove · 01-13-2006, 02:55 PM

...Ah, yes, once again things are not always as they appear...so what to make of this fallen bird? Where does this "river" flow? What is this flight about to take place?....