Comments on: Once Upon a Time… http://giveagirlapen.com/exercise-in-writing/once-upon-a-time She'll write a book to go with it... Sun, 13 May 2012 21:55:35 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Brenna http://giveagirlapen.com/exercise-in-writing/once-upon-a-time/comment-page-1#comment-1547 Brenna Wed, 23 Jun 2010 17:33:35 +0000 http://giveagirlapen.com/?p=2274#comment-1547 It was my worst nightmare coming true, my parents sightless eyes staring back at my as they lay peacefully side by side on the floor of the old barn used as their home. I had been trying for five years to get them away from Dr. Olsen and his cult. Just as I found them again after their umpteenth move, the mad "Dr." sent all his follower's into the next life. Only he survived. It was my worst nightmare coming true, my parents sightless eyes staring back at my as they lay peacefully side by side on the floor of the old barn used as their home. I had been trying for five years to get them away from Dr. Olsen and his cult. Just as I found them again after their umpteenth move, the mad “Dr.” sent all his follower’s into the next life. Only he survived.

]]> By: Sarah http://giveagirlapen.com/exercise-in-writing/once-upon-a-time/comment-page-1#comment-1544 Sarah Thu, 17 Jun 2010 21:04:05 +0000 http://giveagirlapen.com/?p=2274#comment-1544 @Payton L. Inkletter, totally forgiven! LOL. Loved it! @Payton L. Inkletter, totally forgiven! LOL. Loved it!

]]> By: Payton L. Inkletter http://giveagirlapen.com/exercise-in-writing/once-upon-a-time/comment-page-1#comment-1541 Payton L. Inkletter Wed, 16 Jun 2010 18:19:08 +0000 http://giveagirlapen.com/?p=2274#comment-1541 It was my worst nightmare coming true, my parents suddenly rocketing to fame. I was 16, gawky and freckled - but nature had been kind with my chest, ensuring boys were noticing - yet living in dread that I wouldn't have a date for my school prom. Mum and Dad weren't back yet; the news came on, and as I looked at the car teetering dangerously on the jetty's edge, my mother's terrified face was caught looking out the partly fogged up driver's side rear passenger window, firemen attaching a cable to the back axle, insisting neither move a fraction. I should expand: Mum was naked, lying on top of my father, who had been wearing only a smile before the handbrake let go up the seashore at William's Promontory. It was their wedding anniversary, and in a fit of middle-aged madness they decided to test the Camry's suspension, and with such gusto Mum's knee pushed the wrong button. (157 words, forgive me <b>Sarah</b>!) .-= Payton L. Inkletter´s last blog ..<a href="http://phoolsparadise.blogspot.com/2010/06/philadelphia-thirteen-stripes-thirteen.html" rel="nofollow">PHILADELPHIA: "Thirteen stripes, thirteen stars, this we know," mulled PL Inkletter, "but I'd wager a quarter cask of the public wine 'twas Hopkinson…</a> =-. It was my worst nightmare coming true, my parents suddenly rocketing to fame.

I was 16, gawky and freckled – but nature had been kind with my chest, ensuring boys were noticing – yet living in dread that I wouldn’t have a date for my school prom. Mum and Dad weren’t back yet; the news came on, and as I looked at the car teetering dangerously on the jetty’s edge, my mother’s terrified face was caught looking out the partly fogged up driver’s side rear passenger window, firemen attaching a cable to the back axle, insisting neither move a fraction.

I should expand: Mum was naked, lying on top of my father, who had been wearing only a smile before the handbrake let go up the seashore at William’s Promontory. It was their wedding anniversary, and in a fit of middle-aged madness they decided to test the Camry’s suspension, and with such gusto Mum’s knee pushed the wrong button.

(157 words, forgive me Sarah!)
.-= Payton L. Inkletter´s last blog ..PHILADELPHIA: "Thirteen stripes, thirteen stars, this we know," mulled PL Inkletter, "but I’d wager a quarter cask of the public wine ’twas Hopkinson… =-.

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