The last person to post wins !

[dahrling]

Don't worry.  If you go back a dozen pages or so, you will see that every one of my posts on this thread was a long story.

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noun, plural stories.
1.
a narrative, either true or fictitious, in prose or verse, designed tointerest, amuse, or instruct the hearer or reader; tale.
2.
a fictitious tale, shorter and less elaborate than a novel.
3.
such narratives or tales as a branch of literature:
song and story.
4.
the plot or succession of incidents of a novel, poem, drama, etc.:
The characterizations were good, but the story was weak.
5.
a narration of an incident or a series of events or an example of thesethat is or may be narrated, as an anecdote, joke, etc.
6.
a narration of the events in the life of a person or the existence of athing, or such events as a subject for narration:
the story of medicine; the story of his life.
7.
a report or account of a matter; statement or allegation:
The story goes that he rejected the offer.
8.
[url=http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/news%20story]news story. 
9.
a lie or fabrication:
What he said about himself turned out to be a story.
10.
Obsolete, history.

I DISAGREE WITH #10

[Iroscato]

Poetry, bitches. Thus I win by default. It's ok, you can all stop now.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree:

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

Through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground

With walls and towers were girdled round;

And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,

Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;

And here were forests ancient as the hills,

Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.


But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted

Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!

A savage place! as holy and enchanted

As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted

By woman wailing for her demon-lover!

And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,

As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,

A mighty fountain momently was forced:

Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst

Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,

Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:

And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever

It flung up momently the sacred river.

Five miles meandering with a mazy motion

Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,

Then reached the caverns measureless to man,

And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;

And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far

Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure

Floated midway on the waves;

Where was heard the mingled measure

From the fountain and the caves.

It was a miracle of rare device,

A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

[dahrling]

Remember those walls I built
Well, baby they're tumbling down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make a sound

I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now

It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breakin'
It's the risk that I'm takin'
I ain't ever gonna shut you out 

[vorlon13]

win win

win win win

win win win win

[Jericho]

Hmm...

[dahrling]

I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know I wouldn't want it any other way

- Bitch, by Meredith Brooks #throwback

[vorlon13]

Jericho needs spanked.

Firmly.


And by someone who knows how to do it.

[Longhorn]

Vorlon, we need to have a lil talk about harassment again

[robvalue]

Robvalue returns to the top of the hill carrying the anti-everything gun that he has spent his whole life designing. Instead of the fight he was prepared for, he finds a bunch of hippy types telling stories and writing poetry.

He kind of feels bad having to shoot them all in the back when they finally seem happy.

[Jericho]

Jericho watches the chaos taking place on top of Thread Mountain and laughs. He is perched on his flying demon bird, Valrix, and is well out of harm's way. After watching Rob effectively disintegrate everyone and make his claim to the Thread Throne, Jericho sighed heavily…it was time.

Jericho jumped from the back of Valrix and whistled lightly, an order that only Valrix would understand. In midair, Jericho unsheathed the almighty Blade of Woe and descended swiftly to the top of Thread Mountain. Rob noticed this and began to take shots at Jericho as he was falling. Jericho twisted his body in the air, dodging all shots that were aimed in his direction, and then hit the ground, ending in a roll so as to not damage himself.

Jericho quickly scanned the area, searching for Rob…but he was nowhere to be found. Jericho slowly approached the Thread Throne, expecting an ambush…and was not disappointed. Rob leapt from behind the throne, anti-everything gun charged and ready to fire. Time seemed to slow as Rob pulled the trigger, the anti-matter blast rushing towards Jericho's head. Out of nowhere, Valrix flew into the blast…and disappeared into nothingness.

Jericho howled in fury and charged Rob, sword lifted in the air. Rob frantically fired another blast, but Jericho slid across the ground, ending up right beneath Rob's feet. Jericho slammed his sword directly into Rob's chest, uncaring of the blood that splashed onto his face and clothing. Rob coughed up even more blood as he looked down at Jericho in horror.

Jericho looked up at him with the look of a man who had lost everything, and said:

"Until next time…"