[Gort]

Atherium's post concerning collaboration reminded me of an email exchange that a friend of mine and I used to be part of; he would start writing a story then send it to me; I would then continue the story some and send back and so on and so on. We never really finished any of the stories but they came out as pretty good reads.

Anybody want to have some fun with this? Have fun or none at all.
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Freddio hated the winter, but he did take some comfort that it was just a seasonal transition. The gray skys - not to mention the extreme cold - reminded him of a bit too much of his two year stint on the Zehr J'Ka Colony. What a dump. Two years as a Senior Investigator wasn't so bad; the experience was invaluable, but being stuck on a world 6 light years from the nearest place of any interest sucked. It really sucked. So what if thay had airlocked aboretums and sporting complexes? There was only so much of an artificial environment one could take.

That was a year ago, and that was then. Now was on Earth - London to be exact - but in the middle of January. At least it's Friday he thought to himself; what a busy week. He was now a detective for the Division of Interstellar Commerce - a Captain to be exact. In some ways it wasn't too much like the the customs officers of the last century, but instead of ocean going vessels it was massive hyperdrive space going vessels. Most inspections were routine without much excitement. There was the occasional bout of zero g or smuggled Triderial Max, but it was mostly routine - routine and paperwork.

Freddio shuffle across the wet street to Dr. Bang's. The warm glow from the windows was a good indication of a hot plate and cool glass of beer. He hurried, but a hovercar stopped right in his path with the window receeding under the stainless finish.

"Captian Fredricks?" a voice asked.

Freddio was taken aback some and a bit vexed that here in the middle of a street in the middle of Chelsea South Kensington someone wanted him. Looking up at the now falling snow he drew his breath.

"Who wants to know?"

"I'm Shizo - Major Shizo from TerraPol. It's important that I speak with you."

TerraPol. That's rich. That's all Freddio needed - The Terran Police Section breathing down his neck about something; what in the world could they want? It must be work related, he thought.

"Alright, but I am on my way to supper - care to join me?"

"Sure. I could use a bite myself"
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- Tom Carter

"You can't stop the waves but you can learn to surf" - Jack Kornfield

[Gort]

you lackies


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- Tom Carter

"You can't stop the waves but you can learn to surf" - Jack Kornfield

[paranoid?]

I didn't know how long we had been driving, staring at the falling snow took me away from my previous concern. Ashes from this frozen apocalypse stealing people's thoughts only to be forgotten once their sensation is erased of your mind, sigh, this vicious circle called seasons was only a downward spiral for me. All this snow was making me feel glad i wasn't driving but I didn't know if that should make me feel safer. My thoughts were greedy of recomfort insted of anwsers, usual you don't need anwsers to cheer you up since people give them right away, but when your head is filled with questions you can only think of recomfort as an illusion. I'm getting too old to worry about incertitudes so this is why I was harvesting this omnipresent silence residing in the hovercar.

The vehicule stopped in a parking lot, without even looking around I got out and started walking toward what my eyes uncovered as a little retro style restaurant. The kind of place with large windows on the wall where passing cars and people take all your attention away from any kind of conscient conversation. Yet you always find yourself listening to what the other is saying, suprising yourself with your own reply, wondering if you were really listening to him or her. Shizo sat in front of me and ordered coffee, he started looking around, like an animal trying to acknowledge his envirronment. He grabbed the news paper lying on our table and started going through the pages, I knew he didn't have any interest in it, his eyes were running left and right but I knew he wasn't even reading it. He was only thinking about a way to abord me with what he wanted to tell me.

I didn't notice when the waitress brought the coffee, I just mindlessly grabbed the cup and put my hands around it to feel the warmth like a conditional reflex. I slowly took a sip at it, I felt like for the first time of the day every inches of my body manifested their presence to me, the kind of heat that turns your thoughts into wishful thinking when you're out in the cold but is always too hot when you got yourself comfortable.

I knew Shizo was about to talk so I asked him what was his business with me. I don't know why we sometimes do that, the person as been stretching our patience with a neverending silence that honestly never really bothered us but as soon as they are about to speak up we open our mouth. Maybe those kinds of conversations are like a mutual deal, we give the person time to prepare their speech and when they are ready we set in our regulations. In my case by asking what was his business I only wanted him to be brief and to the point.

"I have a serious matter to discuss, you may have heard about it in the past but today is a different outcome" Shizo said.

Even though it wasn't straight to the point, we seem to always fall in that little trap that is memory, trying to seek our own anwsers within ourselves. My memory was blank nothing but souvenirs stimulated by sensations of what we learned in the past. Maybe its a way to protect ourselves from past emotions.
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[paranoid?]

Yeah Tom is right

you slackers n_n;;
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[[Shizo]]

I think you're doing good First of all give it time, and second of all i dont want to put my ghetto accent into your high literature writings. Although i could try, but not today or tomorrow GLuck

[Giant Hamster]

I started some of these collaborative story madness threads in several places. They didn't really fly here...no one likes making stories. The other 3 places they were though went really well; lots of participation = very odd and funny stories.

[Gort]

Well shucks....I thought I would try anyway.
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- Tom Carter

"You can't stop the waves but you can learn to surf" - Jack Kornfield