Comments on: Let’s write “One More Story” together!

By: Serena (Savvy Verse & Wit)

Serena (Savvy Verse & Wit) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 15:08:38 +0000

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, stuffed my feet into oversized dog slippers, and slugged myself into a tattered terry cloth bathrobe, the last remnants of a love turning sour.

By: softdrink

softdrink — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 03:51:14 +0000

“Moooooooooooom!!!! Tell Johnny to stop hogging the bathroom. I need to curl my hair!” Our daughter appeared in the doorway, much too full of indignation. Couldn’t she tell I had a dream-hangover?

By: Jenners

Jenners — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 03:19:47 +0000

Then I woke up again and realized that I was dreaming that it wasn’t a dream.

(This is totally fun. I hope mine comes through in a sensible way.)

By: Ivan

Ivan — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 23:10:18 +0000

Oops, my bad. Castration has been castrated too. Now all you have left is to cut this icky bourgeois stuff:

“This room had become an all consuming project in the last year. The shower was amazing, with multiple-positioned shower heads and a marble bench, a japanese soaking tub (which was well worth the $8000 we had spent on it), heated floors, towel racks and a sauna. This room had a majestic view of the Malibu coastline, with floor to ceiling windows which had to be installed via an enormous construction crane. Our neighbors would probably not be speaking to us any time soon. Not that we cared.”

By: Ivan

Ivan — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 23:08:27 +0000

You left in a castration reference. And a post that had SIX sentences instead of one. If you’re going to delete, delete consistently or don’t delete at all.

By: Kristin Callender

Kristin Callender — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 22:18:45 +0000

I sat up and realized it had been a dream. I looked at my husband angrily and said, “Stay away from Sandra or I will tell her how your large hands don’t mean at all what she thinks they do.” John’s face twisted in anger,” You’re having that dream again too. I told you I only like Sandra as a friend. I could never see her THAT way.”
[note from Dawn: I've asked the author of this comment for permission to edit a few words.]

By: Ivan

Ivan — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 22:05:22 +0000

[note from Dawn: comment deleted due to content. Please keep the story FUN and fairly mainstream]

By: Kristine

Kristine — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 21:57:10 +0000

I listened as my husband turned on the shower in our newly renovated, completely decadent bath/spa/suite, a project which had gone well beyond our original budget by far, and which we had just started to enjoy last week. This room had become an all consuming project in the last year. The shower was amazing, with multiple-positioned shower heads and a marble bench, a japanese soaking tub (which was well worth the $8000 we had spent on it), heated floors, towel racks and a sauna. This room had a majestic view of the Malibu coastline, with floor to ceiling windows which had to be installed via an enormous construction crane. Our neighbors would probably not be speaking to us any time soon. Not that we cared.

By: Beth Hoffman

Beth Hoffman — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 21:50:05 +0000

And then it hit me, glue was what I needed — the horrible once-it-comes-in-contact-with-the-skin kind that’s impossible to remove without surgery. I closed my eyes and smiled.

By: JohnO

JohnO — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 21:46:08 +0000

[note from Dawn: comment deleted due to content. Please keep the story FUN and fairly mainstream]