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Post by Collin on Jun 21, 2004 10:49:27 GMT -5
Here are the words:
Paper
Glass
Joker
French
Frame
Write anything you like, take as long as you like.
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Post by jenn on Jun 23, 2004 2:53:54 GMT -5
Julie held the frame in her hands, reflecting back to a time when she was in love. Love what a joker's game that was. Love didn't exist in the real world, at least not the kind that lasted forever. She gazed down at the picture again, they were sitting in that little French cafe where they met. Julie started to cry, the memories were just to painful for her. She let the picture frame slide from her hands, as the past consumed her. It hit the floor with a sharp thud and glass shatted into a million pieces, just as her heart had done. Through her tears she began picking up the pieces of glass, trying not to stratch the picture. As she reached down she noticed the neatly folded piece of paper. Carefully she unfolded it, and read.
Dearest Julie,
Even as I lay here on my death bed, I can't get you out of my mind. I will love you forever. Please darling just because my life is over doesn't mean yours is. Enjoy life my love, enjoy every breath. It is far to short to waste.
All My love,
Jim
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Post by Tricia on Jun 26, 2004 2:22:20 GMT -5
TW1
She stretches her long legs out across the bed.
“Batman, that sure was good. You’re so much better than the Joker. He has too many stuffed animals on his bed. Last time I ended up with a penguin stuck up my ass”.
He rises from the bed and picks up his glass of wine as he slowly moves towards the french doors. He keeps her in his sight the whole time.
You can never trust Catwoman. She’s a great lay, but as soon as she’s had her fill of you, it’s right back to business.
He looks at her face framed by the moonlight. She really was gorgeous. Damn shame she was such a bitch.
“I want some more,” she purrs. She reaches out with a long clawed hand and begins stroking him. “Meow… please”.
The Bat phone on the night table begins to ring.
“Shit, sorry baby, that’s Commissioner Gordon. Gotta get it”.
He turns his back to her and picks up the phone.
There’s no one on the line.
Sensing that this is one of Catwoman’s tricks he swings quickly around.
The room is empty.
The only trace of Catwoman is a slip of paper lying on a pillow.
He picks it up and reads the words she wrote.
“Didn’t have the nerve to tell you in person. We’re going to have kittens. Congratulations. I want palimony fucker”.
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