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Come on you guys. Some writers are asking for something different. What can we do?

Start an alphabet thread? For example - I start with the word

Anytime then someone follows with a word beginning with B then the next word begins with C and so on.

I know it's stupid and slow....but - we could use SENTENCES beginning with the 'next' letter of the alphabet instead of ONE word.


Let's see how it goes....no takers? Then it'll die a death and I won't be offended.

I'll begin with a 'sentence' starting with A

After a two-month stay in a mental hospital....

Benny hit his head... (like that?)

Cautiously, Benny felt his head, wondering why it was covered in felt.

Doctor Roberto Gonzales assured him he would fully recover, eventually, but...


(Thanks guys...for giving it a 'go' )

LG

Everything he touched would remember him.

Forgetting nothing

Gethumping was what made him most happy.

Happiness? 'How can one define it?', thought Benny, as he was discharged, and now going to his home in a taxi.

I am so glad some of you are playing along and hope this takes a 'twist' in the next sentence ocz I'm too tired to be too creative.



LG

In India until an elephant sat in the middle of the road causing a traffic jam....

Just move along, no need to be stuck at I.

Jabberwocky is getting rampant, he must let Doctor Gonzales know about this.

Keeping his hands to himself, he was able to direct traffic and finish the rest of the crossword puzzle (with the help of Marlene) by using his eyebrows and some odd jungle-like sounds he picked up while working as a cruise ship lounge singer in South America during an altogether awkward period in the mid-80's, as a favor for his Uncle Ramon.

Life was indeed good, but as usual, just one more reason why the headaches began to return with a vengeance.

"Month on the job," chuckled Benny. In this month he had managed to learn how to play the piano, talk in five languages, and insult people in Latin and Greek... life was indeed good.

No-one had notice Lady G. sneaking into Anagrams and trying Inhopeless's very big word, which we are not sure really exists.

Obviously, Benny thought that the word was real... it is technically a word.

Peter, however, was doubtful, thinking "technicality should be the foundation of art, not its frontispiece."

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Quote: Inhopeless

Obviously, Benny thought that the word was real... it is technically a word.

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Quint then had his point refuted (somehow), as Benny then got hit by a bus.

Remembering with a jolt - notwithstanding the miasma of not quite unaccountable mental shock, which, in a less than concrete method of expression he might otherwise have not misunderstood, in essence - that he had a governess to haunt and a pair of aristocratic orphans awaiting his quite ghastly corruptions at the country seat of his former employer, Peter Quint the ghostly valet left the scene of the omnibus accident and, in a further turn of the narrative screw, travelled back to Bly, where the ashen visage of Miss Jessel's ghost stared across the lake, withering the clematis.

So after picking themselve up and dusting themselves off their leader Fulmud the Brave struck his lance on the ground beneath their feet and spoke "There is something of great mystery here an immensity brobdingnagian in all proportion."

Terrible things were afoot, and they had no truck with terrible things... however, many many kilometres away was a dying man

Unless, the whole dang thing was a dream, and/or an altogether uncomfortable by-product of having chosen to wear his new shoes out of the store, for the long way back to Willesden Green.

Verily he went on his way, pausing now and then to ponder the meaning of this word, but not long or often enough to stop him from reaching his destination.

"Whither the Kingdom of the Lutes?" quoth King Happenstance The Unexpected, "For 'tis but a small step henceforward, and we are, as the Wise Men say, 'Up a creek without any instruments'; then, verily, and saying 'Fie!' to all womanly miscontruings, we shall go forth, a-strumming every man his lute, mandolin or dulcimer, through the mists of history to build the Lutish Kingdom!"