Finally the elixir began to wear off.

for some reason this included his shoes....they were making strange squeeking/honking sounds as they ran...and Mark's feet were still in them...he sat very still and watched as his legs began to stretch for miles...

Mark knew how Alice felt falling down the Rabbit hole. All the objects seemed to run in one direction away from him.

As Mark followed the objects down they all landed in a field of flowers

Including Mark

the objects not only quit fighting, the disintergrated and formed a black hole, sucking everything up around them

as he threw it down. Before Mark knew it he was yelling at the objects to Quit fighting.

And that was when the black berry Jam ooozed its way out of an open jar onto the table. It formed a second figure which grabbed up a sugar spoon to wield it at the butterman," I'll have that crust my friend," it bubbled.
"Oh great," said the butterman,"He's always alongside me trying to hog all the glory."
And then the glass of milk turned black, its shape felt warm and soft in Mark's hand...

OK I'll let him know - I know he is interested.

I don't invite,in discussion, I think he just walks in? LOL

Skyking: can you invite endgame to this fellowship please. He's a lot of fun at this sort of thing. I don't know if you remember the Yoghurt Theatre? Stemmed from an out of date Yogurt, found in a refrigerator and now a congealed mess ( we won't go there just now!). Thanks.

But he found out he hadn't drank alot the night before. He soon convinced himself he was dreaming and was humoring the hallucinations

'You will have to excuse me - I need more coffee!' he said, and went to the kitchen.

Fresh coffee in his mug, he returned to the lounge to find not one but several figures on the table, all with a bit of toast that they had divided between themselves. He would have to make some more. As he went back to the kitchen he vowed that he would never again buy butter from the new store he had got that from and never again would he mix his drinks!

As the lights flickered again, the figure said:'would you switch them off - I might melt from the heat.'

Mark got up from the table and turned all but one off.

Picking up one of Mark's pieces of toast, the buttery figure sat down on the table cloth and began to eat it.
'Raining, I see' it said.

'Umm. Good er morning' said Mark, cautiously.
'Yes, its raining again - we could use some dry weather.'
he thought about his evening before - he was sure he hadn't had THAT much to drink - just a couple. Perhaps he shouldn't have mixed his beer with brandy!

Then the lights flickered off then on.

As he watched in disbelief he saw a small buttery figure walk along the blade and jump on to the table. Standing upright on 2 legs, the figure waved an arm at Mark. 'Good Morning' it said.

and the butterknife was bending itself

He had also read that he could expect something unusual around breakfast time.
As he ate the toast he had prepared for himself he became aware that the butter appeared to be moving...

He read the day before it would rain on his parade - the band he was playing with was due to play that afternoon and it was pouring with rain.

If Mark had read his horiscope in the daily newspaper. maybe none of this would happen.He hardly believed in horiscopes but this morning.....

was

m i c r o c o s m

good one, huh? ;·)

posted this one myself months ago on General Chat board.

Your scrabbles aloud too

Sorry Chim this board is for short stories or story tags

yup you were right

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Try that one for size :·P

M A G N E S I U M

Am I right?

ok good hint P~~~~~~~~~

element?

WTG LJ! Yur turn now.

ALLIGATOR

L O R T A G I L A

GO!

Two friends are walking along the road one day when they come across a dead rabbit. One fellow pulls out a spray can and sprays the rabbit, and they walk on. A few feet later they stop and turn around and to their disbelief, the rabbit is standing up and waving at them. They take a few more steps and turn around again and the rabbit is still waving at them. One friend says, I can't believe it, Let me see that can of spray. His friend gives it to him and he reads it....Hair Spray....( brings dead hair back to life and leaves a permanent wave)

Good one. Your turn.

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Any1 remember a 1967 film called Quatermass and The Pit? That was a good story and had some brilliant acting as well!

LOL! Nice try :P

So which bunny are you Chi?

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Many lives have been lost
But all battles will be won at all cost
Flares in what was a blue and white sky
Now means a good man may die
All our commanders leading
And the infantry bleeding
Through the mud,we went
All covered with mud of an awful scent
Shoving our weapons into a trench
The dirty Bastards,we'd lench
The old tight boot,I wear on my foot,
Has gathered that mud and rock in pursuit
We all yelled,with our evil roars
'We'll kill those little hoars!'
Blood and carlage are everywhere
A smokey cloud fills the air
Growing sick and ghostly pale
I'd fight and must not fail
Scars and sweat lay on my face
The defeated rats,I'd chase
My gun on left,a grenade on right
I was ready for some more fight
The battle,however,rolled on and on
But the enemy just can't lay us down
I cry all day for the conforts of home
This dirty,bloody war is very dumb
To kill another human being
Who's gun I should be fleeing
Should I be the military deserter
Or the liscenced murderer?
I'm weary so I close my eyes
Clasping my hands to the sky
'Dear LORD,why am I here?
This evil war has brought me tear.'
If GOD be with this rugged bunch,
His battle has just begun
We'll go home to our motherland
For a homecoming marching band
Drink wine and dance with our loves
And drop our pistols and guns                                                   By RAYMOND FRENCH            

heh. Malatan was setting up the trap when his gaunlets made him fall into it himself. He died clumbisly and stupidly. Lorg picked up the charred gauntlets and was transported into another dimension. His story will be told in the future, the long non-drawn out future. Pipen and sebasian went home through a demensional rift when Malatan's body, sacrificed in a large explosion, created a small vortex in space and time due to proximity to the warding spells under the castle. Limtrot used the amulet to seal the book, banish the monsters and free the castle/monastary. he then fed-exed the book to an undisclosed place and invited both Yaroslave and Herecula to take it. Long story short they killed each other, They fought so hard against each other that they were powerless when the book sucked them into its pages after the fools broke its seal AGAAIN. This time though the book fell into a magic portable brazier of Yaroslavs after foolishly sucking the mage into it. THe magic brazier was so powerful (originally belonging to some forgotten diety) that the book was burned to a crisp taking Yaroslav, an ice demon, Herecula, and all the rest to an unknown plane where bad stories go. Limtrot took over the castle with Jerky and began to tax everyone who had called him a fool. Quite a lot of people. He lived fairly happily ever after, until he got married. But that is another tale. Suffice it to say his marrige to a poor, water sodden Gark may not have been the best idea he ever had, but anytime anyone said how ugly his wife was....well...they got devoured....not pretty mind you, but this reminded Limtrot to remain faithful to his wife...and honorable to their marrige...their children....welllll.... that too is another story. The end. Finae. that's it. That's all. finished at last.....oooohhh...the trap that Malatan set? It was a giant perfume bomb that emptied into a small pond in which he hoped to drown the heros...what a nimrod huh? SOmehow it caught fire....well...it coulda happened...the end....really.

:)

Dem ol' DBs they ain't what they used to be
ain't what they used to be
ain't what they used to be
Dem ol' DBs they ain't what they used to be
and 'Julius' is all to blame