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Post by american09mutt on Nov 7, 2009 22:20:19 GMT -5
Prompt: Tell us a story about all five of the lads traveling on the tour bus. This may include conversations, activities, or just plain silliness.
Rules: 1. Stories are submitted by posting them as a reply to the thread. Submitted stories must meet the prompt requirements to be considered for the contest.
2. Stories must include both dialogue and details.
3. The story must have some kind of plot, since the winning story will be copied to the respective forum, and is expected to be updated and added to.
Bonus points: if you elicit a reaction (laughing, crying, or clapping) from the mods.
Good luck CT fans! Now... get writing! (as this is newly created, we are still uncertain of when the cutoff will be...)
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Post by pfieffer on Nov 22, 2009 20:03:06 GMT -5
okay so i hope this is right, you post the first post in the story here okay... here it goes
Paul was asleep on his under the warm covers, when his bunk started shaking vigorously, half asleep he shouted, "Damian stop shaking the bunk." Awoken by Paul's comment, Damian replied, "I am not doing anything." "Then why is the bunk shaking?" "I don't know you tell me." "Well just lie still." "I am lying still, see." Damian lied still. "Now you lie still." Both men lied still for about two minutes, in an awkward silence, the bunk still shook, "Well it has got to be one of us." Paul said. "Would you to be quiet!" Keith yelled, from the bunk across from Damian's. "Woah!" Ryan yelled, falling out of his bunk, which was across from Paul's. "Keith stop moving so much, you made me fall out of the bed." "Me!? I don't move when I am asleep, you know that." Keith defended. "Everyone hush!" George yelled. Ryan who was still on the floor, looked up and saw a very angry George tapping his foot. "Hiya George." Ryan said sheepishly. "Everyone go back to bed." With that Goerge turned on his heel and went back to his bunk, with in seconds the sound of George's snore filled the bus. Ryan got back on his bunk, and whispered, "How am I supposed to fall asleep with that racket." "Count sheep." Damian commented. "Guaranteed to work, I usually get to four." "Count sheep." Ryan sarcastically replied. "Yeah." Damian enthusiastically told him. "I'm not doing that." "Why not." "Cause it is stupid." "Are you calling me stupid." Ryan paused, "Um, no." "So you are calling me stupid." Damian replied emphasizing the word are. "I never said that." "But you implied it." "I implied nothing." "No you implied that my tactics for getting to sleep are stupid." "Yes, but..." "But what?" Damian said with intrigue in his voice. "But nothing." "So your calling my stupid." Ryan laughed, "Yes." With that Damian leaped his bed, jumped on Ryan's. "If you two want to play then we will play." A voice said, behind them.
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Post by mesquite75 on Nov 23, 2009 8:18:30 GMT -5
Ryan:
All my hard planning had finally come to this. With my back against the cold stone wall, I could feel the vibration of every gunshot. I reached my hand across my torso and very carefully pulled my gun from its holster. I had them right where I wanted them. I could hear the sound of their boots scraping the pavement as they ran. Sweat was starting to trickle down my face, and I was sure my heart would give away my position. My hands became clammy as they came closer and closer to my location. Finally, it was time!
I threw my gun out, and just as I was about to nab them before they rounded my corner, I plummeted down to the pavement. My arms still grasping for the criminals, all I could feel was hard, rough concrete. The criminals were rounding on me now. They had me surrounded! I screamed long and hard as they picked me up, and threw me back down to the earth.
“SHUT UP, RYAN!!!!!! SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!”
I awoke to find myself on the floor, tangled in a mass of covers.
“Like any of us will be able to sleep after a shout like that, Paul!” a voice yelled.
“Hey, Ryan already did a good enough job waking us up!”
“BOTH of you shut up!” someone bellowed. “I was having a nice dream about surfing a ginormous wave before you lads made me wipe-out!”
“Well, I never even WENT to sleep. I kept tossing and turning!” the second voice replied.
My ears! Why are they having a shouting contest? I opened my eyes.
“Okay! Sorry to wake everybody up, I had a nightmare.”
“And ended up on the floor, I see,” Paul observed from his bunk.
A snore indicated George’s presence.
“Wow, George could probably sleep through a hailstorm,” Damian observed.
No sooner were these words out of his mouth then George stirred at the sound of his name.
“Sorry,” Damian squeaked apologetically.
“That’s okay, Damy-boy,” George said rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Was somebody shouting? I dreamed I was at a football game with the announcers screaming in my ear.”
“Ryan did it!” Paul exclaimed. “Hey!”
Uncalled for!!!
George:
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Three fifty,” Damian immediately replied.
I felt like I was made of lead. After re-positioning myself on the bunk , I again closed my eyes. I was bone-tired, but my mind was reeling. I wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep after this. The other lads (namely, Ryan and Paul) were still arguing.
“Okay enough! Who wants to play the game Sara gave me as a present before I left?”
“What is it?” a yawning Keith asked.
“It’s called Travel Bingo—the Ultimate Travel Game Experience.”
"Catchy title," Paul said.
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Post by american09mutt on Dec 15, 2009 0:44:01 GMT -5
"Congratulations to our Story Contest winner, mesquite 75!"
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