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| Author | Topic: A Book in Progress...(big people version) |
| Doug |
posted 2/3/03 7:10 PM
The following is the start of a book that will be written by whoever wants to add to it. It will end when someone decides to end it. The title will be decided upon when the book is finished and it will start with what is written below. Read and add. Mr. Frank John was on his way to the bank, as usual. The battle with traffic was no better or worse on this particular day. He had risen at dawn like every other day, consumed his English muffen and coffee and ran 2 miles on his treadmill, no more, no less. He kissed his kids on the head as he left the house. A perfectly normal start, on a perfectly normal day, to a perfectly normal life of a perfectly normal bank manager... normal that is until Frank arrived at work and found .... Your turn http://www.tansaku.com/doug It's not a Website...It's a state of mind |
| Jesse |
posted 3/28/03 5:33 AM
...his desk. Just as he had left it the evening before. This pleased him. Given the circumstances of the previous day, he had come into the office expecting the worst. "Mr. Frank," a voice from his left or right. Which was it? "Mr. Frank, what the hell?" Sally Bever was everything Mr. Frank dreamed of (and often did in the shower before work while wife stares at the wallpaper, astounded at the situation). Her choice of clothing show her 1950s hour glass shape, and her perfectly round moon-ass. "What the hell, I said." What to do, what to say. She is referring to... |
| Carol Potter |
posted 5/6/03 10:34 PM
Sally suffered from Frank's Compulsive behaviour disorder. With everthing tucked away in it's perfect place, with not a spec of dirt to be seen, and the labels on such simple things indicating what and where they are, and deadlines they had to be done by. She felt it was as though Frank was in love with his space and his things. His office disqusted her ever since her first day of work at the bank a year ago. Her attempts to unorganize his paterns would only keep him busy reorganizing, while she found no gratification in it what's so ever. Her maddness over his oddities had become most obvious. The more she raged at him the more he was able to imagine himself naked on his desk, paper's strewn about, and Sally riding him while balancing his paperclip holder in one hand and his marble framed family photo in the other. "Fraaaannk!" Sally screamed in frustration of not being heard and acknowledged. Frank is aware of his problem and that it is having a far more severe affect on Sally than himself. But, he was really in disbelief when his office was left untouched... "I'm sor sorry, Sally. I.. I... I do hear you, ah, what the hell - Ya, right. I guess I really don't know what the hell." Frank was half hoping that she would have gone into his office and emptied his draws all over the floor, scrambled is files, and pooped in his chair. Why he wanted this he wasn't quite sure but, his befuddlement this morning stumped them both. "Well, I have one thing to say to you this morning and I hope you listen...." ~Carole |
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