3 words at a time, the AW novel

[absolutewrite]

Once upon a

[batyler65]

Once upon a
time, there lived

[Stephenie Hovland]

a teeny tiny

[Yeshanu]

mouse in a

[maestrowork]

doll house, and

[Arisa81]

she had a

[Gala]

month to live.

[Lori Basiewicz]

She decided to

[maestrowork]

sneak out of

[Yeshanu]

her doll house

[LiamJackson]

and visit her...

[Arisa81]

two long lost....

[spooknov]

aunts across the

[MacAl Stone]

wide Pacific Ocean.

[maestrowork]

She donned a

[ElonnaT]

red checked cape

[Lori Basiewicz]

and packed her

[maestrowork]

lunch box with

[reph]

four miniature sandwiches

[MacAl Stone]

all neatly wrapped

[LiamJackson]

in willow leaves.


(I can hear the booing and hissing from here!)

[batyler65]

Then she began

[reph]

a paw-written note

[maestrowork]

to bid farewell

[reph]

and leave instructions

[Lori Basiewicz]

for the care

[reph]

and feeding of

[maestrowork]

her six little

[reph]

bonsai trees.

With

[maestrowork]

excitement she trod

[reph]

through the dark

[LiamJackson]

"...through the dark..."

...taking care to...

[Yeshanu]

not wake up

[reph]

her landlord, who

[Lori Basiewicz]

slept in the

[MacAl Stone]

walnut shell, beneath

[maestrowork]

a walnut tree.

[Yeshanu]

<I like Barb's better, so I'm removing mine...>

[batyler65]

SMACK! She collided

[Yeshanu]

with a big

[maestrowork]

papaya. Her tail

[reph]

curled reflexively around

[Pthom]

the stem.

"Hey

[maestrowork]

"Hey
I can use

[Yeshanu]

my big knife

[batyler65]

to carve a

[reph]

walnut boat for

[maestrowork]

crossing the River

[reph]

of Dreams when

[absolutewrite]

my crushed leg

[reph]

(Jenna, it's been in third person until now.)

[absolutewrite]

(reph, it's in a quote from the mouse.)

[reph]

(Oh, okay.)

keeps me from

[Pthom]

hopping," she said.



sheesh :smack

[absolutewrite]

Though the papaya

[batyler65]

...Though the papaya
now had jarred ...

[reph]

the sandwich fillings

[MacAl Stone]

and pumpernickel slices

[reph]

out of alignment,

[Yeshanu]

she kept on

[reph]

her path, glancing

[MacAl Stone]

occasionally behind herself

[Lori Basiewicz]

to make certain

[MacAl Stone]

her shadow still

[maestrowork]

belonged to her

[reph]

(for, you see,

[MacAl Stone]

sometimes her shadow

[maestrowork]

had a mind

[Yeshanu]

of its own.)

[Lori Basiewicz]

Her shadow waved

[MacAl Stone]

merrily, every time

[maestrowork]

the wicked sugarplum

[reph]

fairy had indigestion.

[MacAl Stone]

Then it would

[Pthom]

be upon her

[reph]

like a crazed

[Lori Basiewicz]

mome rath outgrabing.

[reph]

Nevertheless, she managed

[maestrowork]

to cross the

[sugarmuffin]

vast magic ocean

[reph]

free of any

[MacAl Stone]

fettering responsibilities or

[sugarmuffin]

Catholic mouse guilt.

[MacAl Stone]

So she sailed

[maestrowork]

in her walnut

[Lori Basiewicz]

boat across the

[sugarmuffin]

Pacific, to the

[MacAl Stone]

wide world, a-waiting.

[sugarmuffin]

After many moons,

[Lori Basiewicz]

she finally reached

[maestrowork]

China, the mystical

[Yeshanu]

land of the

[MacAl Stone]

Lilliputs and Brobdignags

[reph]

, having traveled swiftly [hee-hee]

[sugarmuffin]

over omnipotent mountains.

[maestrowork]

Wide rivers spanned

[MacAl Stone]

catching a lift

[MrAngelwithnowings]

on a magical

[MacAl Stone]

seagull with a

[reph]

minor infestation of

[sugarmuffin]

fleas. Her life

[MrAngelwithnowings]

wasn't real. it

[Yeshanu]

was a television

[maestrowork]

series starring Al

[reph]

Einstein as a

[maestrowork]

chipmunk king with

[Yeshanu]

bug eyes. She

[sugarmuffin]

wanted to live,

[reph]

We interrupt this story for a message from Product Placement. Look at the ads the previous page attracted.

========

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========

Catching chipmunks sounds like fun, but then what would I do with them after that?

[sugarmuffin]

I dunno? Lunch?

Is that how those ads work? I never really noticed them much before? Ezboard is funded by that type of marketing? Very funny. Let's see what else we can drag in, whild giving the mouse an interesting existence.

Don't forget to get back to the story...I made the lst post.

[Yeshanu]

The ads at the top of the page right now read:

Pigeon Problems: Bird-X -- Solve your pigeon problems.

Bird Control Products -- Effective and humane for 52 years.

Pest Birds a Problem -- Complete Bird Control Product Line

Wow! Finally, a solution to my problems...

On a completely different topic -- is it time for someone to do a recap of this thread?

Oh, and the next three words are...

not be a

[sugarmuffin]

dead mouse soon.

[reph]

Surrounded by cockroaches,

[MacAl Stone]

who worshipped her

[Lori Basiewicz]

like the insane

[MacAl Stone]

worship their many

[maestrowork]

colonies everywhere do,

[ElonnaT]

Once upon a
time, there lived
a teeny tiny
mouse in a
doll house, and
she had a
month to live.
She decided to
sneak out of
her doll house
and visit her
two long lost
aunts across the
wide Pacific Ocean.
She donned a
red checked cape
and packed her
lunch box with
four miniature sandwiches
all neatly wrapped
in willow leaves.
Then she began
a paw-written note
to bid farewell
and leave instructions
for the care
and feeding of
her six little
bonsai trees. With
excitement she trod
through the dark
taking care to
not wake up
her landlord, who
slept in the
walnut shell, beneath
a walnut tree.
SMACK! she collided
with a big
papaya. Her tail
curled reflexively around
the stem.
"Hey
I can use
my big knife
to carve a
walnut boat for
crossing the River
of Dreams when
my crushed leg
keeps me from
hopping," she said.
Though the papaya
now had jarred
the sandwich fillings
and pumpernickel slices
out of alignment,
she kept on
her path, glancing
occasionally behind herself
to make certain
her shadow still
belonged to her
(for, you see,
sometimes her shadow
had a mind
of its own.)
Her shadow waved
merrily, every time
the wicked sugarplum
fairy had indigestion.
Then it would
be upon her
like a crazed
mome rath outgrabing.
Nevertheless, she managed
to cross the
vast magic ocean
free of any
fettering responsibilities or
Catholic mouse guilt.
So she sailed
in her walnut
boat across the
Pacific, to the
wide world, a-waiting.
After many moons,
she finally reached
China, the mystical
land of the
Lilliputs and Brobdignags
, having traveled swiftly
over omnipotent mountains.
Wide rivers spanned
catching a lift
on a magical
seagull with a
minor infestation of
fleas. Her life
wasn't real. It
was a television
series starring Al
Einstein as a
chipmunk king with
bug eyes. She
wanted to live,
not be a
dead mouse soon.
Surrounded by cockroaches,
who worshipped her
like the insane
worship their many
colonies everywhere do,





(OK, I was bored)

[reph]

(It loses coherence in the last few lines.)

[Yeshanu]

(It loses coherence in the last few lines.)

I think it lost coherence in the first few lines...


Next three:

she danced as

[MrAngelwithnowings]

the floor opened

[sugarmuffin]

.

She tumbled down

[maestrowork]

into an abyss

[reph]

, sandwiches flying everywhere,

[MrAngelwithnowings]

(This message was left blank)

[Yeshanu]

, sandwiches flying everywhere.

She grabbed hold

[maestrowork]

of a ginseng

[reph]

root protruding from

[sugarmuffin]

somewhere, and, gasping,

[MacAl Stone]

she shook her

[sugarmuffin]

tail. She looked

[maestrowork]

toward the light

[sugarmuffin]

below her, and

[maestrowork]

her little mind

[sugarmuffin]

expanded, Castenada-style.

[MacAl Stone]

"Oh!" She marveled,

[sugarmuffin]

the glowing cavern

[MacAl Stone]

awash with colors

[sugarmuffin]

, waterfalls and lush

[maestrowork]

garden vegetables and

[reph]

giant spiders with

[Lori Basiewicz]

wings of flame

[sugarmuffin]

. A fairy hovered

[maestrowork]

above the three-headed

[MacAl Stone]

cauliflower that occupied

[Yeshanu]

a prominent place

[sugarmuffin]

near the entrance.

[maestrowork]

The cauliflower said

[sugarmuffin]

"Renewing your life

[gabnash]

by Anthony Robbins

[MacAl Stone]

is what you

[ElonnaT]

need to find

[sugarmuffin]

" to stay alive.

[Yeshanu]

So she borrowed

[sugarmuffin]

a magic carpet

[maestrowork]

made of sunflower

[gabnash]

shaped pieces of

[sugarmuffin]

dried kiwi, hemp,

[MacAl Stone]

and old linoleum,

[maestrowork]

weaved together like

[gabnash]

a cheap wig.

[MacAl Stone]

She waved cheerily

[maestrowork]

at the Cheerios

[emeraldcite]

that danced through

[maestrowork]

the milky lake

[lastr]

trailing sugary spirals

[bolshywoman]

with infinite grace,

[MacAl Stone]

amid bobbing strawberries.

[Pthom]

Then, a cow

[reph]

named Gloria appeared

[maestrowork]

from the sky

[MacAl Stone]

wearing a garland

[sugarmuffin]

of dried punctuation

[MacAl Stone]

, mostly em-dashes and

[sugarmuffin]

chartreuse question marks.

[bolshywoman]

Quoth the cow, "

[sugarmuffin]

Bovine is beautiful

[maestrowork]

not exclamation marks

[gabnash]

. So there!". Suddenly

[Kida Adelyn]

her magic carpet

[reph]

spoke up: "Did

[gabnash]

the Lakers win?

[Kida Adelyn]

Wait, wrong Question..."

[bolshywoman]

Without warning, fifty

[gabnash]

blaring trumpets appeared.

[Sledgeh101]

on the stage

[lastr]

playing Swing low

[Pthom]

and soft on

[Vipersniper]

:D eating beans to

[HeronW]

the rhythm of

[Albedo]

the Star-Spangled

[HeronW]

wooly bear caterpillar

[talkwrite]

Re: three little words
a capella with

[Pthom]

Thanks for ressurecting this old thread. For those who are curious, here's the story so far:

----------


Once upon a_time, there lived_a teeny tiny_mouse in a_doll house, and_she had a_month to live._She decided to_sneak out of_her doll house_and visit her_two long lost_aunts across the_wide Pacific Ocean._She donned a_red checked cape_and packed her_lunch box with_four miniature sandwiches_all neatly wrapped_in willow leaves._Then she began_a paw-written note_to bid farewell_and leave instructions_for the care_and feeding of_her six little_bonsai trees.


With_excitement she trod_through the dark_taking care to_not wake up_her landlord, who_slept in the_walnut shell beneath_a walnut tree._SMACK! she collided_with a big_papaya. Her tail_curled reflexively around_the stem.


“Hey_I can use_my big knife_to carve a_walnut boat for_crossing the River_of Dreams when_my crushed leg_keeps me from_hopping,” she said._


Though the papaya_now had jarred_the sandwich fillings_and pumpernickel slices_out of alignment,_she kept on_her path, glancing_occasionally behind herself_to make certain_her shadow still_belonged to her_(for, you see,_sometimes her shadow_had a mind_of its own)._Her shadow waved_merrily, every time_the wicked sugarplum_fairy had indigestion._Then it would_be upon her_like a crazed_mome rath outgrabing.


Nevertheless, she managed_to cross the_vast magic ocean_free of any_fettering responsibilities or_Catholic mouse guilt._So she sailed_in her walnut_boat across the_Pacific, to the_wide world, a-waiting.


After many moons,_she finally reached_China, the mystical_land of the_Lilliputs and Brobdignags,_having traveled swiftly_over omnipotent mountains._Wide rivers spanned_catching a lift_on a magical_seagull with a_minor infestation of_fleas. Her life_wasn’t real. It_was a television_series starring Al_Einstein as a_chipmunk king with_bug eyes. She_wanted to live,_not be a_dead mouse soon._Surrounded by cockroaches,_who worshipped her_like the insane_worship their many_colonies everywhere do,_she danced as_the floor opened.


She tumbled down_into an abyss,_sandwiches flying everywhere,_She grabbed hold_of a ginseng_root protruding from_somewhere, and, gasping,_she shook her_tail. She looked_toward the light_below her, and_her little mind_expanded, Castenada-style.


“Oh!” She marveled,_the glowing cavern_awash with colors,_waterfalls and lush_garden vegetables and_giant spiders with_wings of flame._A fairy hovered_above the three-headed_cauliflower that occupied_a prominent place_near the entrance._


The cauliflower said,_”Renewing your life_by Anthony Robbins_is what you_need to find”_to stay alive.


So she borrowed_a magic carpet_made of sunflower_shaped pieces of_dried kiwi, hemp,_and old linoleum,_weaved together like_a cheap wig._She waved cheerily_at the Cheerios_that danced through_the milky lake_trailing sugary spirals_with infinite grace,_amid bobbing strawberries.


Then, a cow_named Gloria appeared_from the sky_wearing a garland_of dried punctuation,_mostly em-dashes and_chartreuse question marks.


Quoth the cow, “Bovine is beautiful_not exclamation marks,_So there!”


Suddenly_her magic carpet_spoke up: “Did_the Lakers win?_Wait, wrong Question...”


Without warning, fifty_blaring trumpets appeared_on the stage_playing Swing low_and soft on_eating beans to_the rhythm of_the Star-Spangled_wooly bear caterpillar_a capella with_
---------
Carry on, folks. :D

[Inky]

a gargling sound

[Stormhawk]

it went down

[talkwrite]

well with rappers

[Inky]

thumping with bass

[Stormhawk]

and the sound

[Nymtoc]

of heavy metal

[sandyn]

. Miss Mouse was

[Albedo]

able to visualise

[Komnena]

on feeding her

[auntybug]

small hungy baby.

[talkwrite]

Suddenly, she remembered

[Kerr]

her neighbor who

[Albedo]

gave her millions

[Nymtoc]

of dollars to

[Stormhawk]

raise hungry puppies

[talkwrite]

But she lied.

[otterman]

She always lied.

[Stormhawk]

Except for once,

[joyce]

when she was

[HeronW]

high on catnip

[Stormhawk]

rolling around on

[HeronW]

in poison ivy.

[Joycecwilliams]

She took her

[Stormhawk]

loaded AK-47 and

[Cassiopeia]

blasted tree trunks

[HeronW]

enraging homeless chipmunks

[Kerr]

to picket against

[HeronW]

AK47-toting mouse psychopaths

[Kerr]

who indiscriminately blow

[Stormhawk]

balloons at parties

[HeronW]

for schizoprenic warthogs

[Stormhawk]

Who then played

[Kerr]

truth or dare.

[Stormhawk]

A naked man

[kimmeunier]

felt for his

[Stormhawk]

clothes that were

[oneblindmouse]

stashed in a

[HeronW]

Campbell soup can

[oneblindmouse]

but was horrified

[truelyana]

at the thought

[oneblindmouse]

that he might

[kimmeunier]

smell like chicken

[HeronW]

or clam chowder

[oneblindmouse]

. Groping furtively, he

[Stormhawk]

found his glasses

[oneblindmouse]

but they were

[HeronW]

missing the lenses

[oneblindmouse]

which made them

[talkwrite]

fashionable but useless.

[oneblindmouse]

So, pocketing his

[talkwrite]

frames, he stumbled

[oneblindmouse]

blearily out of

[IceCreamEmpress]

the deserted ballroom

[oneblindmouse]

, searching now for

[auntybug]

his wallet that

[oneblindmouse]

he remembered having