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finestkindOct 17, 2006 8:16am
So, whatever, add 100 words to the story. If you're in the middle of writing your addition, just put a holder ("Working on it now - I'll have it up soon!") then just delete the marker and post your 100 words. Don't take too long with it, that's obnoxious. Say three hours from placing the marker - it's only 100 words, that's plenty of time. Oh, and I mean 100 words, no more and no less.

Anyhow, here's the first one. Pat is purposely ambiguous - y'all can come up with a gender. Here goes:

The sun crept stealthy up to the horizon, then pounced on the city like a cougar on a sleeping antelope. Spraying itself in our bedroom windows, flinging itself against our lawns, dripping all over our windshields - it came in like a lion.

Nobody felt the fierce force of this phenomenon than Pat. Morning came so early these days! In our youth, morning seemed like the beginning of another great day. As adults, it was the end of the fabulous escape - sleep. Crawling out of bed, Pat felt this in every bone - skull to toe.

That's how the whole thing started.

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JourneyOct 30, 2006 4:25pm
He stared out the window, taking in the warmth of the sun as it washed over him. Yawning loudly and without embarrasment, he glanced, through squinted eyes, at the wall of spruce trees that surrounded his lonely cabin.

Pat found this peace of heaven while on vacation 10 years ago. He had come to Alaska to see the whales and the glaciers that beckoned him in postcards and magazines. Once here though, he fell in love. Not with a women, but with the idea of what Alaska is. Freedom.

Staring out at his new world, he saw something staring back.

MuguGuyPannMay 4, 2007 10:53pm
It was the city, unwelcoming and unrepentant.

Here in the cooling shadow of spruce trees, in the fleeting phantom of solitude, Pat saw the horrible truth rise up out of the steaming storm grate at the curb: He was not secluded in a lonely cabin at all but firmly planted amongst the squealing brakes and cigarette butts of the city.

How could he have missed that? With the sun pouncing on the city like a cougar--like a quavering ball of fur, teeth and claws--how could he have missed that?

Pat wasn't sure of anything at the moment.

Not really.

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soopergrapeMay 19, 2007 1:16pm
"Delusional," that's what she had called it.
"Thanks, I appreciate having you behind me on this," dizzy from the teleportation of the two posts prior to his.
"No inserting Manatees or heads in jars!"*
That hurt, but not as much as going to that mind numbing cesspool of a job every stinking day. That sounded good, maybe he could work it in? It didn't matter. He was free. Actually and completely free. He had the entire world at his disposal, he thought as he stepped out into the only mildly acidic rain. Pat wondered what he would do with it.

(Not part of the entry! Has anyone here read "Naked Came The Manatee?" No, well...no wonder. Go here: suite101.com/article.cfm/crime_stories/27578 [suite101.com/article.cfm/crime_stories/27578]


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