Thank you Frank Enstein for starting the new Story tag!

Minor point ~ if you could write your own stories it would be a good idea in here!

Ever seen the film the Pebble and the Penguin? its a good film ~ you'd enjoy it I think.

Brilliant, Winnie. Any more stories like that?

Ok Jacob ~ you start the next one!

Suddenly Sara realised she was dreaming.... she was still in the car and smoke was all around her.
With a jolt she woke up, coughing violently. Struggling, she squeezed through the open window and staggered onto the ground a few feet away as the car exploded.
Sara sat up slowly, then ran as sparks flew everywhere. The heat was intense.

As she walked awya down the road away from the huge mansion towering in the distance, the tears began to fall for the lost sister and her much missed brother Jason, who had saved her life.

The End.

Sara sat on the bed again, thinking.
Jason was her older brother, but Tara was her identical twin sister, who had vanished without trace 9 years earlier, about the same time as the news articles.
So the photographs weren't of her, but of her sister, which explained why she thought she had been looking at herself.
Any icy blast entered the room. Looking up, Sara could just make out the shadowy form of Jason as he came in.

When they left the room, she lay quietly, thinking. The headlines in the newspaper clippings bothered her. She was so sure she had missed something important. Carefully she sat up, then crossed the room to where the clippings still lay on the floor. Her head ached, but she sat on the carpet and read on.
Sifting through some of the other clippings, she saw
' Body in the woods ~ was it murder?
Evidence implies foul play'
Sara read on.
'Police investigations revealed the woman's body was that of Tara Crowe aged 27. Tyre marks on the road showed the car had swerved in several directions before finally hitting the tree where it finally exploded into flames.
Close examination of the front of the car by phorensics revealed traces of blue material caught on the windscreen wiper, thought to have been from the dress she wore.'


Sara took a deep breath as she read on.

'Investigations into the circumstances of both deaths are continuing.
Anyone with any information is asked to contatct their local police station'

Nice to see you back Horseman!

Spreading all the clippings out on the carpet, she studied them in more detail. The pictures weren't very clear, especially in candle ~light.
Suddenly a window crashed open, the strong winds blowing the curtains horizontal and scattering the cuttings across the room.
As she tried to pick up the nearest clipping, she noticed a small sub headline in a corner,
'Driver killed in freak accident'
She sat on the bed to read it more carefully.
'A red porsche was found in a ditch in the early hours of this morning by a man out walking his dog. Early reports stated that a badly burned body was found a few feet away. No identifcation has yet been made.
A second body was found in the car, thought to have been the driver.
Tire marks on the road lead expets to believe that the car swerved to avoid the person.
Investigations are continuing ... '

Sara looked at the date on the clipping. 1st November 18.... . Searching amongst the other clippings, she started organising them better by date, looking for the next installment.

The tall figure towered above her, blocking the light. Sara could just about make out his evil grin as he bent over her body...

Sara struggled to wake up but sleepiness was overcoming her.
The tall figure crept closer to the bed.

AMU is having problems with its forums etc.
You are scheduled to play Lucky in the remaining C4 second round.
Invite Lucky, set time out for 3 days, and if you can't post result there post it here!

Sorry folks ~ he spends more time here these days!

"Tell me your name, my dear?"
cacckled the old lady.

"Sara " she said shyly.

The old lady lead Sara towards one of the bedrooms.
"You need to rest, my dear" she said.
Before the girl could pull away she found herself in a large bedroom. Suddenly very tired, she lay on the huge four poster bed in the middle of the room.
The old lady left the room, closing the door behind her.

Cautiously she sipped the hot liquid in the cup.
It appeared to be some kind of soup.
She was hungry so she drank the beef soup and thanked the butler as she handed the empty cup back. Feeling better, she continued exploring the Mansion...

Wow! thank you for sharing that. An obvious talent there.

with the rain thundering down around her she ran as afst as she could towards the mansion, stumbling as she did so.
As she fell down the steps in the gateway she hit her head on the stone steps and passed out.

Her car spun out of control, wheels screeching on the slippery wet road as the rain continued to hammer down.

The woman in the car driving along the road swerved to avoid the ghostly figure.

but ploughed into the gigantic treetrunk ahead of him, the engine exploding on impact.

It was a dark and stormy night ...

I crouched down using the man's body as a shield. Whistling in the hope that Lester would hear I waited for him to return.

So there was more than one ~ there had to be. Bullets were flying from more than one direction. I was trapped.

I raced over to Lester as another shot rang out. slashing the rope with my knife I threw myself in the saddle. Slouching low I steered Lester into the dark shadows.

Taking cover behind a large saguero cactus, I hoped Lester would be ok tid to a second one.
I dared to peer round but the only light was provided by a bright moon and it was difficult to see.
A sidewinder snake slid over my foot, making me jump. I froze in fear. I hate snakes grrrr!
The sidewinder was one of the biggest I had ever seen. To my horror it headed straiight towards Lester.
Lester began to pull at his rope, eyes wide, nostrils flaring. I pointed my rifle at the snake and shot. BANG! BANG! but missed as the sidewinder lived up to its name. Lester reared in terror, snorting.
A shot rang out and a bullet wizzed by, just missing my ear. I ducked behind the cactus once more.

It was dark and I was riding across the desert. Nothing much stirred, and all was quiet.
Lester plodded slowly thought the deep sand and as he fund the gound heavy going I got off and walked beside him for a bit.
All was eerily quiet, nothing stirred.

On and on Lester and I walked, not heading for anywheree in particular, just walking.

then daddy got a phone call ~ Buster was running wild with a pack of cyberdogs. One of the neighbours had tried to catch him but was badly bitten by one of the other cyberdogs, an ugly looking creature with evil eyes and foaming at the mouth, only when someone threw water at it did the dog let go and run off, wining and growling as it disappeared around the corner.

Any suggestions welcomed please.

Landing the balloon, they followed Carmen and her warrior dogs to their village.
As Carmen went ahead, prodly leading the way, George gasped ~ gripping her fur firmly and waving, with a big grin on its face was a small flea.
As he wriggled as fast as he could into the village, he became aware of huge armies of fleas on the dogs, all waving, as they peeked through the fur.

'Wow!' said George. 'Look at all that sand' Jumpimg in the air, he flew down onto the hot sand. 'Ouch ouch !' Cecil threw down a bit of blanket he had found on the floor of the basket then jumped. George spread out the blanket and they both sat on it, looking at all the sand.
'This is serious sand' said Cecil.
The two of them began building a sandcastle.

Just then Sebastian, who was acting as look out from the air balloon, called out 'Look out you two. The sand appears to be moving!'

An area of the sand was moving. A large sandy lump emerged from the sand and stood watching the two architects as they worked away at their castle.
'Oi' said the sand monster. 'oi. Who said you could build here? This is MY sand'

Sebastian set about making himself useful, spinning a hammock for them all to sleep in.

George wriggled onto the hammock, then wriggled some more as the hammock began to sway a little.
'hehe' he laughed. 'this is fun!' and he carried on swinging.
Cecil stood leaning on the egde of the basket, staring at the various birds as they flew past.
'Hello' he said to a surprised looking thrush.
'SQWaaaaark!' the bird screeched as it flew past, looking over its shoulder as it flew on.
Then 'Ouch' and a string of expletives as it flew into a lamp~post .
'Hey, Arnold! 'said another bird. 'Look where you're going !'
'Hmmmm! ' said Arnold crossly, and flew away as fast as his embarrassed wings could carry him.

er Horseman : George is a worm, Cecil is a centipede !!!

may be he will wake up from a nightmare or something who knows. magic mushrooms grow wild don't they? or perhaps he breaks out? short sentence or parole. Anything could happen.

George wriggled his way to the surface near to a large oak tree.
On the ground was sewing box someone had left behind, with elastic clearly visible. As George looked curiously , he saw movement.
Cecil Centipede had been passing by when he too had noticed and stopped to have a closer look.
'Morning Cecil.
'Morning George' said Cecil. 'Any luck with the flying?'
'No' answered George,'not yet. Look at these. Let's have some fun with the elastic!'
Gripping hard with all his extra feet and hands, Cecil helped George to pull out the elastic. Then they climbed the tree, with Cecil holding one end of the elastic with one hand.
As they came to a fork in the main trunk, they pondered on which direction to take. Seeing Sebastian Spider's web sprawled over towards the left, they carefully went almost to the web, and, using some of the loose ends of the sticky web, they knotted the elastic around the tree, so it dangled down towards the floor.
Climing gingerly on to the elastic, George tentatively started to wriggle down it until he was hanging about half-way down. With a few more aggressive wriggles, George found the elastic was around his body and he was hanging in mid air. Because it was elastic it stretched springily.
Boinnng! Boing.
'this is fun' called George to Cecil.
Cecil wasn't too sure about all this. But then he knew his friend was a bit strange, and if George wanted to take up Bungee jumping, then he couldn't see any reason why he shouldn't.

There once was a worm called George, who spent all his time burrowing through earth, day in day out, squirming through all types and standards of the muddiest of soil.
George wasn't the normal kind of worm. He was a worm with aspirations. Big ones.
Once, he had been pulled out of the earth by a young inexperienced blackbird. he was a good wriggler, was George, one of the best. One good wriggle and he was free from the orange beak.
But all he could think of afterwards was not how lucky he was to have escaped being eaten (as one might have expected) but of the World outside and what it felt like to be in the air.
George wanted more than anything to be able to fly.

Just then a van pulled up outside Mark's house.
Four uniformed Police Officers and a spaniel dog with the waggiest of tales marched up the path.

Breaking the door down, the dog was let loose. Mark was told to 'Stand exactly where you are' and did so.
The spaniel sniffed around, then headed in the direction of the kitchen. Suddenly the dog raced to the vegetable rack, barking excitedly.
Immediately, the dog's handler ran to his dog's side. Looking in the vegetable rack, he saw a collection of mushrooms. Carefully he picked one up, examined it, then put all the mushrooms in a bag.
'You are under arrest' said one of the other officers, 'for the possession of suspect mushrooms.'

Mark was ushered into the waiting Police car which had also arrived.

Despite his protestations, he was found guilty of possessing illegal substances and sentenced to a long term of imprisonment.

I haven't heard anything,Skyking.

'Dunno' said Mark, looking round nervously. 'This whole situation gives me the creeps!'

As he watched, a yellow cab drew up a little way away. The Witch got out. 'Where's my lawyer!' she screeched angrily. 'I'm gonna sue for Police Harassment!'
and she stormed into the castle, slamming the door so hard it almost broke off its hinges.

With the baked beans and sprout safely locked away in a portable safe, the helicopter takes off oncemore and disappears over the horizon.

(Inside the helicopter)
'Phew! Ernest, we were just in time!'
'Yep, Stanley. ' said Ernest, looking relieved. 'Why is your hand on my knee again? '
'Ooops! sorry. Haven't you got hairy legs!'
'That's positively the LAST time I wear shorts in this helicopter!'

'Stop wherever you are!' boomed a voice from the helicopter.
DISASTER PREVENTION was written on the sides of the helicopter.
'In the interest of public safety I order you to hand over those baked beans and the sprout. We all know what happens when they are eaten and there are far too many open-flamed barbecues in this area!'

The green golem caught the can of beans - 'Ah - baked beans!' he said. 'Got any more? One can won't go very far, will it?'

Just then, Mark realised what the munchkins were doing with all those yellow bricks - out side each muchkin house was a barbecue, some still under construction.
'hey, Mister' shouted one ' Got any sangers or shrimps? Chuck 'em on the barbie, Mate.'
'Anyone got any tomato sauce?' called out another.

Meanwhile, on the veg patches, munchkins were busy pulling lettuces and picking things to put in a giant salad bowl.
'WAIT!'
The white rabbit arrived, almost out of breath. 'WAIT! we haven't any Mayo!' he gasped.
'we can't start without it!'
'I'll be back in a jiffy' answered one munchkin, disappearing into her kitchen. Returning, she carried a box of mayonnaise jars, all full.
'I bought these at a sale last week,' she said.

'Look out everybody! It's definitely the Spanish Inquisition! and they want to know what happened to the all the spam!' cried Mark in alarm.

Well said, Skyking - I thought fun was the main thing here! Not every one can spell and get their grammar absolutely right, and some have limited english, but as long as we can all get our points across, does it really matter that much??

'GOOD GRIEF' shouted Mark ' it's the Spanish Inquisition! ~ no- one expects the Spanish Inquisition!'

But Mark realised he had made a big mistake when Butterman and his pals started wrapping the guy ropes from the tent round his arms and legs, so tight he couldn't move.

As the butterman ran off he turned and said: 'You could at least have used marmite! it tastes better!'

Suddenly he was aware of somehting on his legs - he looked down and saw the butter men climbing up his legs
He shook his left leg, but they only clung on tighter.

Hi Skyking - got your message!