One Word Story

This is the result of ramblings on a Firefly forum, posting one word at a time. By many different members.

Finished: 18 Apr 2003 06:16

Roses crept end first up into her enigma machine. 'Ouch!' yelled the irate recipient from Afghanistan twinned with Milton Keynes, sucking on what could easily affect his libido. Unlikely, though, because despite his enormous proboscis, his finger throbbed excitedly.

Meanwhile, across her laptop display flashed,. "Strange!" screamed Edgar the acrobat. "It's snowing upwards during lunchtime, but my therapist wanted chocolate oranges hanging between his enormous snowballs, melting in the slippers which a blacksmith forged fivers, without looking for remittance during the latter activity." Glockenspiel beaters' uppers swung along dressed undergarments, woolly pom-poms sashayed with graceful delicacy; suppose that Vaseline applied, helped ease unusually stiff, and totally like, crazy, erratic gudgeons, fit for use only after greasing were added sideways?

What the therapist concluded was that Firefly somehow drifted off-course, forgetting in technicolor fashion that to procreate required numbers and occasional lengthy strokes applied with sensual tension, until finally he slithered silently into blissful ecstacy. Typewriters clattered vigorously behind pulsating policemen, who dandled their finest equipment between two perfect pictures, yet strangely they forgot to look under any rocks for slimy reptiles amongst the detritus lurking between their toes.

Edgar jumped through the open manhole, landing upside-down, 'Splattt!' Rotary club meetings where strange members try to celebrate raising dead long pythons between their heads were trying.

"This might hurt!" screamed Edgar sharply, hitting rabbits vehemently, hoping for edible bunny entrails marinated slowly in diesel cocktails, which they flambéed quickly over embers resembling extremely emberish objects glowing like pilchards, although pink lobelia can't masticate. With no visible signs of entering the affray (unless they gesticulated wildly whilst whistling 'Dixie'), the Communications officer thought stuff found within his uniform hem tasted bitter, similar in texture to fish-tank algae sieved lovingly through fish-net clad monkey ladies' thighs, stretched languidly around taut Milky Bars from North Carolina, whose chocolate teapot spout poured abundant, luscious green raspberry-flavoured whiskey, tasting invigoratingly refreshing. Quickly downed, the hapless wriggling appendage soon, dissolving Alka-Seltzer in jugs when required, sometimes several times before bedtime stories, which lead invariably to flacid cessation abruptly loosing excitable graduation of vaginas. Finally, Edgar decided that futility within erotic contortions helped eradicate puberty.

Moral: If your mother doesn't elope, fasten securely using industrial rubber velcro cuffs and buff thoroughly until sore. Alternatively, sing with ketchup and bathe naked in warm porridge (with salt).

THE END

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