Escape Artists
The Lounge at the End of the Universe => Gallimaufry => Topic started by: lowky on October 07, 2009, 02:51:42 AM
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I enjoyed the three word story thread so it's time for a new story. Since it's October, figured it should be a horror story though. That said I give you Three Word Story II
It was a...
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putrid ball of
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flesh and bones
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named Princess Daffodil.
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She liked to
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frolic in the
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abandoned, bloodstained slaughterhouse
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which, incidentally, had
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never been used
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since the night
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of the great
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conflagration, that had
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killed all of
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squirming vat meat
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Tenders. They were
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not used to
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being dipped in
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Kerosene and sawdust.
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One day, Princess
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What's-Her-Name
(http://www.buzzyworld.com/ewj/char/whn/whn.gif)
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thought, "ACK! Amnesia!"
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She couldn't remember
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where she'd put
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her name tag
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let alone her
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rusty machete of
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vibrating carnal bliss.
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Meanwhile back at
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the cheese parlour,
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Kurds weighed in
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scaring the spiders
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from their tuffets.
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It was a putrid ball of flesh and bones named Princess Daffodil. She liked to frolic in the abandoned, bloodstained slaughterhouse which, incidentally, had never been used since the night of the great conflagration, that had killed all of squirming vat meat Tenders. They were not used to being dipped in Kerosene and sawdust.
One day, Princess What's-Her-Name thought, "ACK! Amnesia!" She couldn't remember where she'd put her name tag, let alone her rusty machete of vibrating carnal bliss.
Meanwhile back at the cheese parlour, Kurds weighed in scaring the spiders from their tuffets.
The spiders from
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Gillegan's Island were
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were unaffected so