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Post by xangelkimzx on Jun 1, 2004 12:21:34 GMT -5
Ahhh! It's so good! Well done, Georgey. You've done it again! I like how I'm a concious character and can change from time to time; I'm mostly like that in real life. I also like the way you write something upsetting like the hospital scence, and also when people are angry you go to the depth of putting in their thoughts. Well done, I can't wait for the next part! ;D
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Post by DetectiveDupin on Jun 1, 2004 12:23:00 GMT -5
Thanks for all the reviews, everybody!
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Post by trish on Jun 2, 2004 0:41:04 GMT -5
lucky swans... getting to be my partner in both this and e-eastenders... top stuff... FIXED that for you. ;D
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Post by BSam on Jun 2, 2004 1:29:37 GMT -5
umm...no you didn't quite the opposite in fact... just ask swans...
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Post by hermionebaudelaire on Jun 11, 2004 21:44:20 GMT -5
;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
Sunny Day Sweepin' the clouds away On my way to where the air is sweet Can you tell me how to get, How to get to 667 Street? Come and play Everything's A-OK Friendly neighbors there That's where we meet Can you tell me how to get How to get to 667 Street ? It's a magic carpet ride Every door will open wide To Happy people like you-- Happy people like What a beautiful Sunny Day Sweepin' the clouds away On my way to where the air is sweet Can you tell me how to get, How to get to 667street... How to get to 667 Street How to get to...
What was the best thing before sliced bread? I asked this girl in my school that and she thought for twenty minutes, then glared at me and said "Shut UP, Kirby!" As you undoubtably are now.
Telling me to shut up, I mean. Not thinking for twenty minutes XD
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Post by Pucca on Jun 12, 2004 11:54:21 GMT -5
;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D Sunny Day Sweepin' the clouds away On my way to where the air is sweet Can you tell me how to get, How to get to 667 Street? Come and play Everything's A-OK Friendly neighbors there That's where we meet Can you tell me how to get How to get to 667 Street ? It's a magic carpet ride Every door will open wide To Happy people like you-- Happy people like What a beautiful Sunny Day Sweepin' the clouds away On my way to where the air is sweet Can you tell me how to get, How to get to 667street... How to get to 667 Street How to get to... What was the best thing before sliced bread? I asked this girl in my school that and she thought for twenty minutes, then glared at me and said "Shut UP, Kirby!" As you undoubtably are now. Telling me to shut up, I mean. Not thinking for twenty minutes XD Haha! Cool song. Asking "What was the best thing before sliced bread" is one of those things where you can either give a really stupid answer, or like the girl in your school, tell you to shut up. If I was asked that question I would say, "Bread itself." But that's just me.
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Post by DetectiveDupin on Jun 13, 2004 14:03:48 GMT -5
667 Street-The Best Thing Since Sliced Bread by George
PART TWO OF EPISODE THREE
Tiffany nervously entered the hospital room, where Whitney still sat, her hand in James’, giving faint sobbing noises. “Whitney?” Her sister now turned to face her, and Tiffany could see tears dropping down her cheeks, and the redness around Whitney’s eyes. She’d been crying. This was no shock to Tiffany, but she now had a horrible feeling. She hated seeing Whitney upset, and it made her feel like bursting into tears herself. But she held them back for Whitney, as not to get her into hysterical crying once more. “Are you all right?” she asked. Whitney nodded. Tiffany sighed, and walked further into the room, taking a seat. “I know you’re not,” she said, giving a faint grin,” But everything will be all right, I promise.” Whitney sniffed. “And what if it’s not,” she asked,” What if…what if James…what if he dies?” “He won’t,” Tiffany said, letting Whitney lean on her,” Think positive. James will come round any time soon. I promise.” “How do you know?” Whitney asked quietly, resting her eyes from crying by closing them. “I…I don’t,” Tiffany confessed,” But he will…he will.”
Kate shoved open the door and stood into her house. She slammed it behind her, and continued her way in. But as she arrived at the bottom of the stairs she collapsed in a distressed heap, and tears started pouring out of her eyes. That tasteless magee Lauren-telling everyone like that. She would pay for what she did-she would pay for letting everyone know that Kate had kissed Zach. She stood up, and trod quietly along to the hallway mirror. She stared deeply into it, gazing at the marks on her body. Her nose was bleeding, and purple and yellow bruising was forming around her left eye from the punch Lauren had given her. Her hair was a complete mess from all the tugging Lauren had given her, and her lip was bleeding slightly. She was a state. Sick with staring at herself, Kate walked around into the living room, where she threw herself to one of the sofas and closed her eyes. She wanted to fall asleep, so this day could be gone forever, and a fresh new one could start. But what could she do the next day? She’d take the day off for sure -there was no way she’d go until the whole thing had died down. But with Kimia off as well they’d be short staffed. So? Screw them, Kate though, especially Lauren, the twisted magee.
Lauren, Ann, Aimee and Kimia sat around a pub table. After the whole event, they decided to meet up and get a drink, and catching Kimia on the way there, she joined them. Now they all had glasses of wine in front of them-some red, some white, the usual. Lauren had made her presence more acceptable-making her hair more smooth and tidy-tugging her clothes back on properly from where Kate had grabbed and clawed at her. She held up her glass. “Cheers!” she snorted out. Aimee gave her a look on confusion. “To what?” she asked. Lauren gave a small sniffing laughter noise. “To Kate and Zach’s demise!” she cried out,” That’s it. Cheers, to Kate and Zach’s demise!” The rest of the girls tapped their glasses against on another, and they all took a large swig of their drink-Kimia doing it more reluctantly. Trish came with up to the table, holding a small piece of paper in her hand-the tab. “Frankly, Lauren,” she snarled,” You should be ashamed of yourself. I’m sure you’ll get what’s coming soon.” “Oh, toss off,” Lauren whined,” Just give us the tab.” She snatched it from Trish’s hand, and the barmaid walked off growling at her. “That was a bit rude,” Kimia said quietly. Lauren turned to her-a small dose of disbelief on her face. “Oh, don’t you get started,” she said. “Oh-getting started on what?” Kimia asked, standing up,” Speaking my own opinion?” “Being a whiny magee!” Kimia clenched her teeth-Lauren was having a go at her because she was not some evil character like her-and the rest of them? Kimia didn’t believe that Lauren had a fair shout-she was being the whiny magee here. Tired with the constant yelling of that woman’s voice, Kimia lunged forward at her, then stopped. But as she did, all the wine shunted out from her wine glass, which was tight in her hand, and plastered Lauren, who gave a squeal and leaned back, before spitting round at Kimia. But at the spit reached the chair, Kimia was already away from the table, and heading for the door.
667 Street. The best thing sliced bread by George
“Right,” Sam concluded, turning to the doorway,” I’d best be off then,” “Yes,” Kate agreed, opening the door,” Nice…seeing you.” She gave a faint smile. Sam smile back, and stepped out of the door. He gave a small, hand-up wave, then left on his way. Kate shut the door, and started making her way back towards the living room, but the doorbell going interrupted her. She walked back, and as she opened it up, was given a surprise as someone walked in, and snogged her on the lips. She opened her eyes and blinked. It was Sam. Kate almost stumbled back in shock, but managed to keep balance. The kiss ended, and she pulled her head back. “I think you’d better close the door,” she muttered, giving a smile.
Clemintine sipped her wine, as she sat alone in The Carpenter. The rush of noise of gossip and chat didn’t annoy her, as it did usual. She had her eyes on a man over by the bar-Clem didn’t know his name though. In fact, she had never seen him before. He was talking to some woman-girlfriend? wife? Sister? Clem hoped for the last one. She thought about approaching him, and trying to talk to him, but she knew she’d sound stupid, just coming up to him. Supposing she went and got a drink, ‘accidentally’ bumping into him. Clemintine knew how to act, and would make sure it was some fake fan-girl. But she WAS some fake fan-girl. Clemintine gulped down the rest of her wine, and made her way towards the bar. She leant forward, as Trish turned to her. “Oh, hi Trish,” Clem greeted. “Hi!” Trish replied,” What would you like?” “Ah, just another white wine please,” Clemintine said. “Sure,” Trish said. Trish got the drink, and placed it down on one of the glass-mats on the shiny wooden bar. Clemintine reached out, and paid, before taking her glass of wine. She turned, and saw the man, his back to her. Trip-over his leg. He’ll be sorry and you’ll get to chat to him. With that, Clemintine weaved her leg below his, and tripped down onto the carpet, her glass crashing, and spilling. There was a stunned silence as people looked what had happened. The man turned to Clem. “Oh, are you all right?” he asked, and reached a hand out to take her hand. Clem kept her head away as she gave a smile, before turning and letting him pull her up.
Kate and Sam parted once more. They were in bed-under the covers. Kate gave a yawn, and then turned to Sam. Her sleepy attitude wore off, and now she was serious as she stared at Sam. “Sam…what did-“ Sam entwined them in a kiss once more, but Kate backed back, shoving his cheek slightly. She held a hand to her mouth, then brought it down. Her eyes showed guilt and horror. “What did we just do?” he asked. Sam rolled his eyes. “We-“ “I know!” Kate cried,” I meant, WHY? You’re married to Jess.” “Well maybe you shouldn’t have let me in then, if you’d thought of that,” Sam mused. “Perhaps you shouldn’t have charged in and kissed me!” Kate cried, getting herself from the bed. “Go Sam-it’s getting late-return to Jess.” Sam got up from the bed. “And if this gets out…” she muttered,” You’ll pay.”
“So, what’s your name?” the man asked Clemintine. Tiffany had left, as the two young adults had started talking. “Clemintine,” Clem replied,” And yours?” “Rob,” he replied, and finished his pint,” Bah-let’s leave here-. It’s a bit…well, maybe we’d best go somewhere private.” Clem raised an eyebrow, but nodded, and they made their way to the door. Almost instantly after they entered the cold outside, did Rob turn and kiss Clemintine on the lips. She felt no urge to back away. She had gotten what she wanted.
END OF (REALLY REALLY SHORT) EPISODE
Next time: What surprise do the factory girls get?
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Post by xangelkimzx on Jun 13, 2004 15:51:21 GMT -5
Haha, that's awesome, as always! Again, I like the suspending ending (hehe, that rhymes...) about Clem getting what she wants. Well done, top stuff! ;D
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Post by Indistinguishable Blob on Jun 14, 2004 16:44:42 GMT -5
OH MY GOD!!! I am such a magikarp! I love it.
Zach...Sam...Who will next climb into my slimey, magikarpty clutches? I stole Swans' man, for crying out loud. This is great. I'm a homewrecker.
As for the "What was the best thing before sliced bread" question, I heard the answer on a radio show once: Bagged bread. I'm serious. Unsliced bread in a bag was the best thing before Sliced bread. Yay, Unsliced bread in a bag!
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Post by hermionebaudelaire on Jun 14, 2004 17:56:24 GMT -5
OH MY GOD!!! I am such a magikarp! I love it. Zach...Sam...Who will next climb into my slimey, magikarpty clutches? I stole Swans' man, for crying out loud. This is great. I'm a homewrecker. As for the "What was the best thing before sliced bread" question, I heard the answer on a radio show once: Bagged bread. I'm serious. Unsliced bread in a bag was the best thing before Sliced bread. Yay, Unsliced bread in a bag! BAG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by negativenine on Jun 14, 2004 20:15:41 GMT -5
Man. I can so just not even picture Roboob in a corduroy coat with a pint. Or maybe I can, but it's not working out as well as planned. 'Tis funny. And I don't think you said he was wearing a corduroy coat, but he probably was, because people like... that.... or something.... do?
Kate is just stealing everyone's man, isn't she? XP It's funny 'cause it's not her fault but everyone keeps blaming her.
What would happen if Jess and Lauren teamed up? Kate could get ruined and end up on the street, only to be taken in by her friendly neighborhood random someone else's mother (aka me)! C'mon! We'd have wild parties and all would be fun!
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Post by Hermedy on Jun 14, 2004 21:03:15 GMT -5
EEEEEE Kate is Krazy
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Post by DetectiveDupin on Jun 15, 2004 10:00:05 GMT -5
Man. I can so just not even picture Roboob in a corduroy coat with a pint. Or maybe I can, but it's not working out as well as planned. 'Tis funny. And I don't think you said he was wearing a corduroy coat, but he probably was, because people like... that.... or something.... do? Kate is just stealing everyone's man, isn't she? XP It's funny 'cause it's not her fault but everyone keeps blaming her. What would happen if Jess and Lauren teamed up? Kate could get ruined and end up on the street, only to be taken in by her friendly neighborhood random someone else's mother (aka me)! C'mon! We'd have wild parties and all would be fun! No-that can't happen. I'm already getting you in a storyline...a very big one.
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Post by Indistinguishable Blob on Jun 15, 2004 15:42:48 GMT -5
Aww...come on, I'd love to move in with Alison and have wild parties : (
Alison could draw it and I could play loud music and Sam could pass out in the corner, all concluding with Neggie and I dragging Sam back to his house in the dead of night so Jessica doesn't get upset.
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Post by BSam on Jun 15, 2004 21:23:00 GMT -5
BUTTER
the best thing on sliced bread.
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