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  • #916
    TracyTracy
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      Steady on, Becky! said Tina, alarmed. You nearly had that rocking chair right over!

      Becky steadied the chair and started to laugh. ‘Off my rocker’ sync, she chortled to Tina. Ahahaha, too funny!

      Tina raised an eyebrow at her freind, who was beginning to have a mad gleam in her eye, and was starting to appear a trifle hysterical.

      Steady on, Becky pooh! Tina repeated, but it was no use. Becky had seen the funny side and tears of mirth (or was it madness?) rolled down her cheeks.

      Becky, why don’t you leave that comment in the Reality Play you’re trying to do, for heavens sake, and get a grip first. You know it won’t make sense, and you won’t delete it, either, will you? Tina was firm. BECKY! Just hit send NOW!

      #915

      Looking again at the leo-parts he just found in the digital archives of the play, Al was now amazed at how the Becky he had had glimpses of in her tarty nunfit had looked similar to her step-mother Dory in her youth…
      Fascinating…

      #914
      ÉricÉric
      Keymaster

        Mmm, would there be retaliations?… he started to wonder again.

        #913
        Jib
        Participant

          The afternoon was hot, a bit moist and sticky too. Yurick and Yann were enjoying the freshness of Dory’s patio.
          Cold lemon drink in cocktail glasses, the radio playing some sun related song.
          Dan was out playing golf with friends and would be here for dinner.
          Dory, dozing on her rocking chair had told Yurick and Yann that they could use their computers, they had 2 of them, so Yurick could take Dory’s and Yann could take Dan’s. Yurick was busy checking his mails and answering all those who had submitted some article for the next issue of their e-zine, and Yann wanted some distraction. He was just looking at some pictures on Gurgle, some movies on Yootune. Some of them were cracking him up, and he had difficulties keeping his :-| face serious.
          At the same time he was browsing through Dan’s pictures folders. Some of them were really amazing. Pictures of Dory on the field, with her pith helmet and her brushes, her shovels or even her pick. She was very funny looking when she was finding something seemingly out of nowhere, having dug all day long with no result and then finally some treasure! Often, Yann thought, it was only some fragment of a vase or some broken tool, but she always had this awe-inspired gaze ;))

          What is the name of this singer again?, asked Yurick.
          You ask me?

          The grin on Yurick’s face was all that Yann was waiting for. Yann had no memory of names of singers or actors. Their face, once he had seen it were recorded in his mind, but their name was like a summer breeze, refreshing, but soon forgotten. He knew that Yurick was more asking that to himself.

          Dunno me luv. You can ask the mummy in the living room if you want…
          Hahaha, graowl

          Hehehe. Funny that, thought Yann. Coming back to the computer screen, his eyes fall on a strange folder name.
          Patate? What’s that!?
          Double-click.
          Just a few files. Videos mainly. The names weren’t very evocative…
          Yann picked one and waited for the movie to begin.
          It was kind of black and white movie… the grain was gross and old fashioned. There was no audio.
          Yann had an old memory of a similar movie seen on the comodor computer of his cousin’s parents… his cousin had told him about some weird movie he had found in a floppy disk of his father…
          So, there was a man, maybe in his 60’s, he was wearing a gray bathing suit and was a bit hairy. Drinking some kind of grey cocktail.
          A girl came in… with an amazing leopard baby-doll!!! from what Yann could see, she was blond and fleshy. Oh! and she had some friends. All of them with a leo-part on them :-?

          Ahem! Yurick? Wanna see what I found?
          Hmmm
          I’m sure you’ll find some interest :)) hahaha! Oh my Flove! She’s really doing it!?
          =))

          Seeing his friend hilarious picked the curiosity of Yurick and he eventually came to see. The look on his face when he saw what was happening was too much for Yann who burst into laughter. That was enough to wake Dory who almost fell off her rocked chair.

          What is that? Where did you find that… thing? Dory looked offended, but soon she was blushing.
          Oh! no… don’t look at that. It was a youthful mistake…

          #912

          Oh, shite, an aghast Yurick told Finn in the messaging window.
          What? asked Finn who was giggling (with great dignity) at the new comment he’d just made
          There will be retaliations says the cloud:

          “quickly storm stupid Dory closer front
          try suddenly syncs side free creating
          taken empty dreams let thread open
          against beautiful picked”…

          #911
          ÉricÉric
          Keymaster

            Al woke up with a start.

            In his dream, Becky’s children were born prescient, with a tint of green in the eyes, due to the amount of psychotropic laced reindeer she had ingested a few days before the conception…

            Oh my Flove, what have we done

            #1509
            ÉricÉric
            Keymaster

              Referrer list

              :notepad: An new (small) [but hopefully useful] feature added today, the Search for referrers link next to the comments links.

              :creating_magic: It should give you the comments list referring to the comment you are reading. Useful when you’re reading an old comment, and trying to find (more recent) information using that comment.

              When you are in the search list, don’t forget you need to click on the highlighted excerpt, and not on the title link, to be sent directly to that comment.

              On a side note, don’t hesitate to link previous comments to the ones you are writing, so that it creates more back-links…

              #910

              Me? said Armelle. Well I would, of course, however you may have noticed I am twice my usual size and may get stuck if I attempt to go and open the way. I will be more than happy to lend energy to the process as I deflate.

              #909

              The confusion that Claude had made on the spiders ranks had been all that Phurt had waited for.
              In her agitation she hadn’t felt the signals that the Mother had been hurt during the fight.

              The only thing that obsessed Phurt now was that a way was now clear for the giant spider to go nearer the “wortex”. She could feel it, it was coming from the elder tree, the roots of which went spreading miles and miles away.
              Perhaps she could subjugate that raw power, consume it wholly and become one with it.

              But, as she went closer and closer, she started to feel as if she wasn’t the one eating or absorbing it, but the reverse was true. She started to struggle as she felt sucked into the wortex, crying as she felt doomed to oblivion, as old Narani had been telling them. How stupid had she been, she should have heard her. And as the Mother was now dying instead of becoming the new Mother, she was now about to die with her.
              But now was too late for laments. She had to embrace her destiny, and if it meant to die, she would, with pride.

              :fleuron:

              They all had felt it simultaneously. Armelle and the Snoot on the borgulm tree, Yuki and Rafaela, waiting with Anita near the perimeter made by the spiders, and Akayli the werelynx, carrying the mummified parents.

              What’s happening Claude asked to the owl

              One of the giant spiders went through the hole, and we’ll have to follow her said Yuki to Anita.

              The good thing is that the turmoil will keep the wortex opened a little longer Akayli thought to himselves.

              Armelle, go open the way now the Snoot whispered to the owl, then poofed away in a gurgling liquid sound.

              #908

              They won’t stop those nasty buggers! Tearing apart all our beauty machines! Awww, poor Vessie will be devastated! Gloria said sadly, coming dangerously close to the spot
              Watch’out Glo! Sharon cried as a menacing magpie came cawing at her while the others were ripping the machine apart in gruesome metallic sounds.
              Bugger! Bugger! cried Gloria Won’t bloddy poke me eyes! She started to wave her arms and kick out in erratic movements to brush out the bouncing and flying bird.

              STAY CLEAR! the voice of Sha thundered a few moments after, and before Gloria could notice anything, a big thud with a crunching sound went zooming past her.
              Bloddy brilliant Sha! Gloria said, spreading the fatty fingers of her hands off her face to look at the magpie crunched under a coconut. Not so proud now, bloddy bugger! she sniggered at the bird.

              She almost giggled as she looked up on her friend. In a second, she understood how the coconut had been thrown. Ye’re bloody genius Sha! Wouldn’t have thought of using me bra as a sling! she beamed at her nearly naked friend wearing all but wrinkles and padding.

              Oh the buggers, won’t get away with it! an all bucked up Gloria said, stripping her bra off her opulent breasts.
              Dammit, they got something! T’s‘all shiny like a crystal ball! Must be a U.V. lamp or something
              They won’t get away with it! We’ll knock ‘em out one by one those nasty buggers; any more coconuts by yourself sweetie?
              Got aye few pomegranates here
              Go fer it!

              #907

              Will you stop the jig now! You want to make us both end up in a tree or what? an exasperated Armelle snapped at her uncooperative passenger who stopped as soon as the clear voice of the owl had been heard.
              A talking owl now? Is that a bad spoof of Jurassic Park?
              Oh stop the sarcasm Armelle said, rolling her eyes almost by reflex at the remark, and quickly coming back to her sense after she started to lose direction in an unexpected loop stunting, scratching her wings in low branches and ending on all fours on top of a big borgulm tree .

              Greetings little poohs, the grinning Snoot, all liquid fur red with the juice of the fruits greeted them. The Snoot has been expecting you and you

              #906

              Armelle was aware that everybody would be there in any minute now…
              The one who had come from the wortex wouldn’t hold long in the middle of these huge creatures. He had managed to injure or even kill a few of them, but though he showed no trace of fatigue yet, his body was bruised.

              Ah, she sighed, feeling herself on the brink of doing something stupid. Taking a few deep breaths, she hold them until one could see the beautiful snowy owl starting to inflate like a rubber balloon, her size became twice, or thrice bigger than usual.

              In a few minutes, she was as big as the mythical thunderbirds of the Native myths.

              Taking a look at her waist, she sighed again. Hope I won’t get any stretch marks…

              She then pounced on the heap of fighting bodies, and came back in the airs holding Claude in her talons.

              #905

              — If you have an idea, then tell it quick, said Akita, this place gives me the creeps.
              — Remember how Kay’s having this nice werewolf form in his shape-shifting bag of tricks?
              — Yes, but he cannot really hold it for very long… Wouldn’t be easier if you just teleport us or something?
              — Well, the thing is, yes, that would work for us, but that would take too long to teach you, not to say the parents. We can’t really count on their cooperation for now… and it’s perhaps better that way, because I’m not sure they would really believe they can do it anyway.
              — So the real question is, Kay interrupted, how do we move quickly with two stoned weights?
              — Exactly. My suggestion is that we combine our energies. I must say I’m quite fond of the werewolf outfit, it’s brawny and forces respect, and besides, you and Akita know how to operate it.
              — I think I get your point. So how do we do?
              — Just let Kay merge with you, and I’ll facilitate the anchoring, said Araili.

              Kay started to swirl around Akita in a swoosh of air, while Araili faded into the background to become a force-field around them, getting tighter and tighter, until all three were a ball of light and poofed back in the form of a twelve-feet tall impressive werelynx.

              GRRRREAT, growled Akayli the beast. Let’s move on.

              Baring his claws, he delicately tore off the mummifying silky threads to unwrap the two parents, and taking each of them under the hairy soft grey arms, sprung out of the nest to the forest in quick bounces.

              #904

              The portal has opened, we must hurry said Araili

              Araili had felt something more, that he didn’t want to share yet with Akita and his spirit dog Kay. He had felt that something, or someone was trying to make its way from the wortex. However, the whole area was tightly held in a sort of quarantine by the giant spiders. Their genetic ancestral memory was aware of previous huge bleedthroughs like this one, and they had what humans would call “prophecies” amongst their kin, of such occurrences being heralds of tremendous upheavals.
              Araili, who was extending far beyond this guise of a lynx that he had taken now, smiled when he thought of how some of his earthly medieval focuses would have been similarly frightened by natural events like eclipses.

              It did not take long to them to find Anita’s parents. They were right at the spot that the big arachnid had just left, wrapped in silky spider bandages with little skin left to breathe.

              They seem alive. checked Akita. Heavily sedated, but alive… Now, we’ll have to get them out of here quick.
              I think I have an idea smiled Araili.

              :fleuron:

              Claude had finally came out of what he thought was just a strange tree, but then, his preternatural senses where telling him something was wrong. This place looked different. No, this place felt different.
              And smelt different too.

              There were soft sounds, crawlings he could hear, very near his place. They were coming from him, but he would fight.
              He jumped on a tree, and in a few vigorous movements, was perched on top of it.
              He almost gapped when he saw the black circle of huge spiderly creatures around his tree.

              They were staying at a distance from the wortex. But for how long… He couldn’t wait for his death.

              From the top of the tree, Claude jumped unscathed. Taking a look around, he found exactly what he needed.
              Breaking a few sharp bamboos poles, he started his move to the black circle in a prodigious and accelerated run.

              :fleuron:

              From atop a nearby tree, Armelle was considering the whole scene. The wortex would probably last a few hours, perhaps a bit more. Anita, Rafaela and Yuki were about to be here soon, she had warned them of the spider circle, so that they would hide until she has found them a way to get through.

              She had not expected someone to come out of it. That may be her way…

              :fleuron:

              Phurt was coming closer and closer now. She could feel the surge of power, and the trepidation raising all the hair on her legs. She couldn’t possibly confront all of the sisters. Not yet.
              She had to find a way to get past.

              As if Arachneiax, Goddess of her kind had heard and answered her plea, a dying cry, confusion, and call for help came to her senses from a border of their circle. A perfect diversion…

              #903
              ÉricÉric
              Keymaster

                Well, it’s well known that abrupt hormone changes can act as a trigger that may provoke certain kinds of logorrhoea , as well as craving for unusual foods… said Al with a roll of his eyes when he saw the cyputer cooling system running all berserk after the new entry was made… 8-X

                #902
                TracyTracy
                Participant

                  Blimey O Riley, said Becky when she read what she’d written the previous evening. As she read it over again, though, a picture began to form in her mind, a character was starting to form.

                  I was connecting to a focus, she surmised, A focus as a simple country washerwoman. A simple person, choosing to experience a life of simple pleasures, not bogged down with deep meaningful thoughts or ideas; not striving for insights or accomplishments, a pure and simple life for a pure and simple soul.

                  The washerwoman used words differently, she didn’t use words to communicate with anyone, she simply used the bubbling gurgling endless stream of sounds to amuse herself…endlessly babbling, always smiling, infinitely amused with the sheer joyous nonsense of the sounds tumbling from her lips, broadcasting seeds of absurdity in the cornfields and the meadows of the hay hoo down dooly…..

                  #901
                  F LoveF Love
                  Participant

                    :yahoo_rofl:

                    Maybe Al can use the new cyersnooter to sort it out.

                    #900

                    START! said Tina.

                    Becky and Tina were doing a meditation together, and Becky decided to just write whatever popped into her head. She could always delete it afterwards, or edit it, she reasoned.

                    “Bagpush got out of the washtub”, Becky scribbled, “ And scooted down along the river line to the marks butty big one by the farm. Heavens above, fishly, what’s that brown thing on the water butt? Gawbsmacker said, don’t be talking like that, shekeltons in a hide to ho where and its first light, fair bright and hey ho the wash go. Abbon Ipswich, slaty flats of corncake, hey dee on the wash bucket, spittin in the hole hey down dooly. Margaret Apsworth laying on the white cotton cake spread, fair dooly down the one hooly. Ay and its a hey ho fair fooly down by the wash pooly, drum rolling in the har fool haley, down by the dash darnly. I said, hey ho the brown tooly, hoggin all the raw tooly, stewing in the far fooly for eight pence an hour. Said Mavis of the green sportwear, theres may flowers in the far horse hair, weel butter in the spar for tucker and muck down in the cow butter, said bree in the bird barny, a flying for the far fooly, well its knees up and out your dooly for the green hay beer fair. Its a fine night for a hooly in the row bottom in the far fooly, said mavis of the tom fooly, in the wash bucket down stairs. Once more, sell a nickel farthing, in the morning and in the darning, and say way more is in the star sign than a wash bucket down stairs.”

                    Good greif, exclaimed Becky, What was all that about?

                    What a load of twaddle, Becky, said Tina with a laugh.

                    Well you know what? It was kind of fun and refreshing to just write nonsense
                    I am sick of things MEANING something, Becky said, and then, warming to her subject:

                    Lets have some good old fashioned MEANINGLESSNESS!

                    #1803

                    In reply to: Synchronicity

                    ÉricÉric
                    Keymaster


                      Yesterday sync: while watching a series, something popped in in relation to the crystal skulls.

                      The thing is, Roslin, the woman character on the screenshot, is a president dying from a cancer, and is wearing a black wig. We had been discussing black wig with Finn previously.

                      Later that night, Tracy shared about an experience that she and her friends just had during the afternoon, which was interpreted by Arkandin as a bleedthrough from a dying focus of her friend’s husband. He said that this focus would be in Chile.
                      Tracy inquired if there was a Chile thread already in the story, to which I told her there was

                      And I was quite impressed to see there was a connection not only to crystal skulls and Chile, but also with dying person, and wig…

                      L-)

                      #899
                      TracyTracy
                      Participant

                        WOW, breathed Becky, temporarily rendered speechless, her mind reeling pleasantly as she caught up on recent additions to the reality play. Wow, she said again, feeling somehow foggy, but full of wondrous magical things.

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