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salsa
02-03-2007, 05:39 PM
please feel free to lightly edit or even change someone elses contributions if you think it best for the story - or to correct spelling errors etc....


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Night drifts along the street, shadows race over the rooftops and around the corner, waiting for people like you and me. Theres a diner on Ponce de Leon open 24 hours and thats where I sit now. Some things never change - but most things do. And I'm about to change, for better or worse...I can feel it growing in my mind. Wish I could decorate this moonlight with love - but something else will have to do. I drink coffee, cup after cup, like its beer. Anyway, its supposed to be good for your liver. So its a health drink. I write little poems for the waitressess, leave them instead of a tip, and then slip back out into the street. Out with a knowing nod at my reflection in the glass.


~~~

IndianPrincessSIP
02-04-2007, 12:45 PM
I wouldn't change a thing.

Grammar or otherwise.

Poodles
02-04-2007, 03:59 PM
((((salsa))))----------Iam late for the superbowl--I iwll do story with you- :flowers

salsa
02-05-2007, 05:31 PM
I thought rb and dreamy and bard might be on it too???? - I've done these kind of things at other sites and they are hard to do....everyone is so busy now oy vey sigh

ravenblanc
02-05-2007, 06:55 PM
I have never written stories or collaborations,lacking people skills. :D I don't have a clue how to even begin.

Maybe I will read the wiki one and see how it works.

Sounds pretty darn scarey to me.

Good start though,salsa. :thumbsup

Poodles
02-05-2007, 07:31 PM
Night drifts along the street, shadows race over the rooftops and around the corner, waiting for people like you and me. Theres a diner on Ponce de Leon open 24 hours and thats where I sit now. Some things never change - but most things do. And I'm about to change, for better or worse...I can feel it growing in my mind. Wish I could decorate this moonlight with love - but something else will have to do. I drink coffee, cup after cup, like its beer. Anyway, its supposed to be good for your liver. So its a health drink. I write little poems for the waitressess, leave them instead of a tip, and then slip back out into the street. Out with a knowing nod at my reflection in the glass.





As he was going through the swing doors he was thinking-

Why did I do the dash over to France? Cos I still Luv her-He lets out a long sigh and a short fart. I was hoping that I would catch a peek of her, the lush olive skin and her black hair.
My heart is still trussed up -damm I love that girl. Susan from South-Park, but she’s no cartoon kitten .





Louise saw him leave his table, he had been coming in over a few days, and she loved the Poems.

She found her tip-she settled back into a side booth with a Long Black -sliped it and let his words wrap around her heart.


She didn’t notice the Café getting crowded. His words were flowers to her heart and Drum and bass to her ears.
She wanted him to read it to her, for him to lull over those words that made her heart jolt with Joy

“Louise do your tables-Now.!”
The boss had been watching her, wondering why she was getting all gushy over This USA man. Of course he didn"t know about the poems-Yet

Pierre had been watching from behide the curtain that led to the Kitchen. He had been following her moves, little did Louise know that Pierre had a hard on for her.

Mr. USA-Matt wanders the busy Boulevard. He wants Susan by him so he can decorate that moon-light.

He shouts to the sky as strangers go by.

“It’s the same moon pal, Susan I wanta decorate your life”

He falls to the ground, a slump of humanity on a French crowded Boulevard.

No one noticed but the Moon gave him a Wink- :kiss








OK --Iam dyslexic , I have Gorgeous Disorders, I get my tense mixed up-I cant spell well.

I don’t like ppls gutting my words but Pruning is Good- :thumbsup



Also Iam not so hot on romance but I love trying.



:stonekick

ravenblanc
02-05-2007, 07:36 PM
I like it Poodles :rahrah good job!

Poodles
02-05-2007, 07:57 PM
This is fun :flowers




Night drifts along the street, shadows race over the rooftops and around the corner, waiting for people like you and me. Theres a diner on Ponce de Leon open 24 hours and thats where I sit now. Some things never change - but most things do. And I'm about to change, for better or worse...I can feel it growing in my mind. Wish I could decorate this moonlight with love - but something else will have to do. I drink coffee, cup after cup, like its beer. Anyway, its supposed to be good for your liver. So its a health drink. I write little poems for the waitressess, leave them instead of a tip, and then slip back out into the street. Out with a knowing nod at my reflection in the glass.





As he was going through the swing doors he was thinking-

Why did I do the dash over to France? Cos I still Luv her-He lets out a long sigh and a short fart. I was hoping that I would catch a peek of her, the lush olive skin and her black hair.
My heart is still trussed up -damm I love that girl. Susan from South-Park, but she’s no cartoon kitten .





Louise saw him leave his table, he had been coming in over a few days, and she loved the Poems.

She found her tip-she settled back into a side booth with a Long Black -sliped it and let his words wrap around her heart.


She didn’t notice the Café getting crowded. His words were flowers to her heart and Drum and bass to her ears.
She wanted him to read it to her, for him to lull over those words that made her heart jolt with Joy

“Louise do your tables-Now.!”

The boss had been watching her, wondering why she was getting all gushy over This USA man. Of course he didn"t know about the poems-Yet

Pierre her Boss had been watching from behide the curtain that led to the Kitchen. He had been following her moves, little did Louise know that Pierre had a hard on for her. She soon would though.

Mr. USA-Matt wanders the busy Boulevard. He wants Susan by him so he can decorate that moon-light.

He shouts to the sky as strangers go by.

“It’s the same moon pal, Susan I wanta decorate your life”

He falls to the ground, a slump of humanity on a French crowded Boulevard.

No one noticed but the Moon gave him a Wink-












http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/poodlehappy/courage_under_fire.jpg


"Susan come back-"

It was only that one night-that night changed every-thing. But hey-If things can change once in a night , they must be able to change like that again.

Matt feeling way more Confident after his Slump on the ground.

That bang to his head arranged life Differently - Super-Matt-Now

Poodles
02-05-2007, 08:11 PM
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/poodlehappy/_42449899_chicken_roslin_203.jpg

This Chicken has a Very important charter -what it is will Amaze all of Chickendom and have far-reaching consequences.




http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/poodlehappy/essay_190.jpg

Matt finds people difficult to understand-he uses this Map-Man as guide.


http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/poodlehappy/kitler486.jpg

Matt’s cat looks like Hitler


http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/poodlehappy/AnxietyUnit.jpg

Above is Matt’s USA home, he has many homes across the globe.


Met Matt’s lawyer - he likes to dress as a woman and just came out.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/poodlehappy/0144524760900.jpg


Pierre with his rent a girl-friend & he thinks he can have Louise-HAH

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/poodlehappy/0144523821000.jpg

ravenblanc
02-05-2007, 08:19 PM
It's shaping up to be one heck of an interesting story Poodles. I can't wait for the cat and chicken..see what they're about.And I think the Bard might really love the new lawyer.

Go Poodles! the Shakespeare of Pooville. :D

Poodles
02-05-2007, 09:16 PM
Susan -Dark Hair-Olive skin-mid 20+s

Susan is lounging on her day bed, feet hugged by mules with dazzle all over them.

Her black-slip is plain but her populous body is bursting for the out.

She drizzles sex as she wanders around her hotel .
room

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/poodlehappy/2249-129448-d.jpg

Matt-Matt-Matt- in her head all she has is him still. Fingering her long shapely black hair she opens up
the last letter he sent.

How could he still love me-those terrible words I hurled at him. If he ever found out the rest he couldn’t possible love me-Could he-?-to tell or not.

Just as she is thinking this :Miles: comes on the radio-she sways and rides the smoothness of it all.






Salsa----------------You get to pick photo of +Susan+ hell she is your-girl-ex-what-ever-I like to know my story ppl"s-but Susan is as Hot as Hot ------------------------------

I would like to pick what Louise looks like cos I have great things in mind for her pal---he-he-he-he... :tiphat

salsa
02-06-2007, 08:14 AM
Sweet Poodles !!! Great Job !!!

- Susan -

http://memory.loc.gov/service/pnp/cph/3c30000/3c36000/3c36000/3c36041v.jpg

Poodles
02-06-2007, 01:56 PM
Salsa -she beautiful--Susan the women with the white roses :flowers

salsa
02-06-2007, 07:00 PM
ty Poo :tiphat

Dreamy5
02-06-2007, 07:06 PM
Can you recap the story? I've gotten adhd in my old age.

Poodles
02-06-2007, 07:13 PM
We have just set the scean Dreamer-travel back to page one-Susan needs some attention- :thumbsup

Dreamy5
02-06-2007, 07:22 PM
Night drifts along the street, shadows race over the rooftops and around the corner, waiting for people like you and me. Theres a diner on Ponce de Leon open 24 hours and thats where I sit now. Some things never change - but most things do. And I'm about to change, for better or worse...I can feel it growing in my mind. Wish I could decorate this moonlight with love - but something else will have to do. I drink coffee, cup after cup, like its beer. Anyway, its supposed to be good for your liver. So its a health drink. I write little poems for the waitressess, leave them instead of a tip, and then slip back out into the street. Out with a knowing nod at my reflection in the glass.

As he was going through the swing doors he was thinking-

Why did I do the dash over to France? Cos I still Luv her-He lets out a long sigh and a short fart. I was hoping that I would catch a peek of her, the lush olive skin and her black hair.
My heart is still trussed up -damm I love that girl. Susan from South-Park, but she’s no cartoon kitten .

Louise saw him leave his table, he had been coming in over a few days, and she loved the Poems.

She found her tip-she settled back into a side booth with a Long Black -sliped it and let his words wrap around her heart.

She didn’t notice the Café getting crowded. His words were flowers to her heart and Drum and bass to her ears.
She wanted him to read it to her, for him to lull over those words that made her heart jolt with Joy

“Louise do your tables-Now.!”

The boss had been watching her, wondering why she was getting all gushy over This USA man. Of course he didn"t know about the poems-Yet

Pierre her Boss had been watching from behind the curtain that led to the Kitchen. He had been following her moves, little did Louise know that Pierre had a hard on for her. She soon would though.

Mr. USA-Matt wanders the busy Boulevard. He wants Susan by him so he can decorate that moon-light.

He shouts to the sky as strangers go by.

“It’s the same moon pal, Susan I wanta decorate your life”

He falls to the ground, a slump of humanity on a French crowded Boulevard.

No one noticed but the Moon gave him a Wink-
Susan come back-"

It was only that one night-that night changed every-thing. But hey-If things can change once in a night , they must be able to change like that again.

Matt feeling way more Confident after his Slump on the ground.

That bang to his head arranged life Differently - Super-Matt-Now


As he came back to awareness of his surroundings, he felt somehow different. When he banged his head on the cold, wet concrete, perhaps some damage had been done to his brain. Whatever. His thinking was clear, clearer than it had ever been. He knew, with an unshakeable conviction, what his purpose in life was. It was not to engage in love affairs. He was to be humanity’s champion, the savior of the down trodden. He was SuperMatt and he had amazing powers.


So, these three,

Poodles
02-07-2007, 01:52 AM
As he came back to awareness of his surroundings, he felt somehow different. When he banged his head on the cold, wet concrete, perhaps some damage had been done to his brain. Whatever. His thinking was clear, clearer than it had ever been. He knew, with an unshakeable conviction, what his purpose in life was. It was not to engage in love affairs. He was to be humanity’s champion, the savior of the down trodden. He was SuperMatt and he had amazing powers.

"No No No no" shouts Matt-theres a buzzing in his ear-drums, his mental health must be going side-ways.

"No Iam no ones savior"

People were now looking at Matt-some had backed off in fear, others came closer to touch this stranger.

His French not being the best; well he has little idea what they"re saying but their
contorted faces speak all languages . He races off and has a breather round the corner. He coughs up his small lunch, time to re-fule.






THE MONKEY BAR---ACTION ALL NIGHT--



http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/poodlehappy/DSC05490.jpg


Matt shuffles along, before he knows he is at Susan’s Posh Hotel. He checks his look out in the window, the fall to the ground had left him looking like a tramp. No way could he even nurture Susan in his head looking like this. He decides to go back and check out the action at The Monkey Bar. He wonders what the Waitress thinks of his poem.

Poodles
02-07-2007, 04:05 AM
Bringing On In the Live-Stock.


:superman





The bar - café had a whole different swing to it at night. The music hits me as the swing doors slap me on the way in.:laugh
.
I cast my eyes around the circular room-there’s that cute wee waitress-she must be doing a double shift.
She was now in a tight wee Monkey Costume;


The flood of smoke starts Matt coughing, again.

Louise is peeking form behide the close all curtains. There’s a whole sick world back there, best not to bother chimp-chattering about “that”.-and No talk about the Chickens. Louise is uncomftable around live-stock; she took a job as a Waitress not an animal handler.



http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/poodlehappy/_41371368_atryn_goat_bbc_203.jpg




Back To Lull-Lull-Land.

It was him; she wanted to just watch him for a few minutes-has was at her station again.

Did he know that was her table? She giggled yes to herself.

Pierre approaches wearing the same clothes as this morning-same as yesterday. She hides her hate.

“Sharpen up Louise” he wakes her bum up with a small slap as he pushes past and into the kitchen.
A faint smell of horse shit hits Louise.





Art Work In Monkey Cafe-Bar

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/poodlehappy/07romero_600.jpg

“I hate that Pierre” Louise says this to Jenny her co worker, she’s as boring as fuck really but hell Louise has too talk to some one. It would be a very lonely story other wise.

“I know darling, last week it was me he was after” Jenny waves her hands around like a drama teacher, her blond hair fixed like a helmet.

“Got to hustle “splits Jenny, they both wedge their way into the crown.



-“Bring over that Monkey -Girl “shouts Matt -

Matt-Savior of Live Stock-including chickens.
http://err.lolipop.jp/403.html



http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/poodlehappy/thPiano.gif



Bard-NO way is this going into Monkey -Porn-K-




Salsa -Susan needs filling out-Her nose is fantastic and one of her fav feathers to me.---Can some one -2-3-cough out 50 words please :tiphat

Iam finding it hard to stop-.

ravenblanc
02-07-2007, 03:19 PM
She's okay,this one they call Jenny. Hasn't been here long but knows how to make friends fast with some of us.She isn't afraid and she isn't...you know...superior. Shares her good stuff with us all the time. Apple for me today and some bread for Amelia. And she's funny, even got that crazy hen Amelia learnin tricks....hahaha, perked Amelia right up,that does..strutting around like she actually got a IQ or something. I love being scratched tw'een the ears and Jenny knows it..but I don't think she's too happy. Sometimes when we sit close like this I can hear her thoughts echoing my own."What the fuck am I doing here? I got to get away". I 'd miss her if she went..ahhhhh she's working on my ears now..heaven. Maybe she'll take me with her if she figures it out, maybe even Amelia too.