Dan Anderson
Master of Arts
Absolutely!
Yours,
Dan
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Absolutely!
Yours,
Dan
old_sempai
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My room is clean, now can I use the car Saturday Nite????????????????
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I don't wanna I don't wanna you can't make me naner naner naner!:2xbird:
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hardheadjarhead
Senior Master
NONONONONO!
Remember what you said earlier! Stay in touch with your inner child!
NOW GO TO YOUR ROOM!!!
WHACK! Digital swat with the hand across the back pockets. Hand on hip and index finger pointing in the right direction...lips thin with stern anger....
At best, you're allowed a "boo boo" lip. NO ARGUMENTS!
And wait till your father gets home!
(Does one really WANT the kids to go to their room nowadays? That's where the computer, Playstation, Gameboy, and Princess phone is...or lacking the latter, the cell phone. I'd WANT to go to my room.)
Steve
*petulant lip quivering, muttering under my breath.. but but.. there's no TV in there, and and the playstation is at the studio for the kids..*eyes darkening,continuing my tirade* my puter is in the puter room, what do you expect me to do in my room? Read??? *rolling eyes heavenward when suddenly it dawns on me.. A nice comfy bed, peace and quiet, a good book.. *looking up at you with a cherubic grin..* *scampers off to my room*
Heard to be whispering.. Not too shabby this age thing after all
Heard to be whispering.. Not too shabby this age thing after all
Dan Anderson
Master of Arts
...and as she drifts off into a peaceful slumber, her cat hears her muttering, "Beware the bite, beware the bite." She rolls over peacefully and begins to dream of more youthful days. Her arms reach over and holds her dear one. She lazily opens her eyes and half lidded, she realizes the horror. There he is, unshaven and a satisfied smile upon his face - it's the Renegade! 
A scream is held back from her lips with only the greatest of efforts. She can feel the bile rising up from the depths of her belly. With thoughts of gnawing at her shoulder, she begins to shake uncontrollably. Her entire body breaks out in a cold sweat. A spasm hits her middle region and she sits up with a start. She is alone. Her body is bathed in sweat and where she laid is now soaked with a cold dampness. "Oh my goodness. It was only a dream." she said thankfully to herself. Looking around her room she made two vows to herself: to go to her room without a fuss when told to next time and to get that Anderson fellow who had the audacity to send her such a dream.
With great literary fervor,
Dan Anderson
A scream is held back from her lips with only the greatest of efforts. She can feel the bile rising up from the depths of her belly. With thoughts of gnawing at her shoulder, she begins to shake uncontrollably. Her entire body breaks out in a cold sweat. A spasm hits her middle region and she sits up with a start. She is alone. Her body is bathed in sweat and where she laid is now soaked with a cold dampness. "Oh my goodness. It was only a dream." she said thankfully to herself. Looking around her room she made two vows to herself: to go to her room without a fuss when told to next time and to get that Anderson fellow who had the audacity to send her such a dream. With great literary fervor,
Dan Anderson
....inhaling deeply, limbs heavy with sleep, she stretches luxuriously. Her thoughts as disheveled as her blankets. Tossing her hair from her face, she wrestles with the covers attempting to release herself from her cacoon.
Escaping with not a modicum of dignity she pats her black lab's sleek head, receiving a slobbery tongue in return and follows the boisterous critter down the stairs, wondering what the day will bring of interest. Without warrent, an image forms in her sleep fogged mind..taken aback.. she leans back against the counter.. eyes cast upwards unseeing to the right.. "the Renegade?" she says to no one.. Frowning with a soft chuckle, a shake of her head and quirk of a brow.. She wanders over to let the dog in .. " The Renegade?" she gets no reply but another slobbery canine
kiss. chuckling under her breath she makes her way with coffee in hand upstairs.
Escaping with not a modicum of dignity she pats her black lab's sleek head, receiving a slobbery tongue in return and follows the boisterous critter down the stairs, wondering what the day will bring of interest. Without warrent, an image forms in her sleep fogged mind..taken aback.. she leans back against the counter.. eyes cast upwards unseeing to the right.. "the Renegade?" she says to no one.. Frowning with a soft chuckle, a shake of her head and quirk of a brow.. She wanders over to let the dog in .. " The Renegade?" she gets no reply but another slobbery canine
kiss. chuckling under her breath she makes her way with coffee in hand upstairs.
Dan Anderson
Master of Arts
...upstairs to where a new day awaits her presense and the good fortune to any who would chance upon her. "What shall I have to go with my coffee?" she says softly to herself. "I suppose something to take the taste of the canine's tongue from my own lips, which I shall reserve only to those whom I choose." she thinks to herself imperiously. "After all, am I not KenpoTess, Queen of Pain? One who is worthy of only the finest things one has to offer? The answer to that one is obvoius to anybody who has a speck of observational ability, I should think. I will reserve my lips and my affections to someone who proves worthy of them and until then, let others yearn and pine and watch the latest reports of Michael Jackson." Pouring herself another cup of coffee, she greets the new day with an enigmatic smile, a thougth of what Ron Chapel is up to these days fleeting past her mind. "Time for Opra." she says, grabbing the remote and curling up comfortably on her couch.
...to be continued...
...to be continued...
...pondering how the channel was turned to Oprah, she surfs through the stations with finesse any man would be envious of, "bah! she mutters..nothing but rubbish on"...wondering curiously why she was wondering about Ron Chapel, with a slight frown she pushes it from her thoughts, making a note she won't eat that late at night again. Making her way to her computer, settling herself down, stretching her legs out resting easily on the desk, ankles crossed, she lays her keyboard on her thighs, noting her cat is still burrowed on the dog's cast off bed. She murmurs morning greetings, a knowing smile to her lips as Mouse languorously stretches.. padding her way lazily over... leaping deftly, knocking the keyboard off her lap. She pays homage to her feline as she reaches for the keyboard, a thread on MT catching her eye...a name jumps out at her.. Dan Anderson .. a deep throated laugh .. eyes tearing with mirth.. as she reads..
Dan Anderson
Master of Arts
...a recent post concerning him. She sees he's still banned from Kelly's forum. A smile crosses her lips. "Well, if he writes things like he has been writing, no wonder. I don't see Kelly as being into such literary forays." She remembers something she heard Bugs Bunny say when she was a youth, Ahhh, what a maroon! Picking up the keyboard and again laying it on her lap, "What is that aging buzzard up to now?" comes to her thoughts. Scanning through MT another thread catches her eye. "Hmmm, he's been begging for birthday presents again. Didn't he do that last year? How pathetic. I do hope someone did get him something this year." With a few taps of the keyboard she briefly goes over the various articles he's written to MartialTalk e-magazine. "Good looking chap, balding, though. Absolutely adorable little girl in his last article." As she sips a now cooling cup of coffee she thinks to herself, "If I had all the money I spent on drink, I'd spend it on drink." Chuckling at her originality she logs off and considers her day's plans. As appealing as it is to pore over the vast writings of this chap, I really should do something productive today. She rolls over to begin another nap. Mouse curls up against her belly and begins to purr.
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hardheadjarhead
Senior Master
That was just INSPIRED. Incredible.
You guys must have done that before....
Steve
You guys must have done that before....
Steve
I enjoyed the story exchange. It reminds me of my buddy, Lisa and I, when we did something similar eons ago. THe exchange took place daily and lasted for weeks that the story could have become a book (these were done over the old black western union machines--I had a very noisy model 36, and that was how we conversed over the phone). I still have copies of these stories...
Thanks for bringing back the memories.
- Ceicei
Thanks for bringing back the memories.
- Ceicei
Dan Anderson
Master of Arts
Originally posted by KenpoTess
Paul.. and your point?
Steve.. *Grins* well actually I must say.. No.. never ever before have Dan and I 'done such a thing before' He is the literary fervorist for sure~!!
Yep - I've never even met KenpoTess but having read some of her posts before, I thought she'd rise to the occasion and continue the story. GREAT sense of humor and very good descriptive writing. Tess, It was a pleasure having cyberfun with you.
For those of you who were amused, glad to be amusing.Yours,
Dan
old_sempai
Green Belt
It's a pleasure reading such lines, written by those with flair that leaves me in the dust........ and in closing I hope all have a great Thanksgiving.................
