a BIG Thank You for all the s, the comments
and the kind words I get from you everyday.
Your support is great and much appreciated.
As most of you already know,
there is not even one single comment that I do not answer.
I am sorry though, that I cannot thank you
for every single I get from you,
though I would really love to do so!
It's just a matter of serious lack of time
and in no way a matter of ignoring your generous gesture!
I have just uploaded a picture with the first lines of a story as artist's comment!
You are welcome to add your picture
new or old and continue the story
! Mind you, that if it's an old picture you should change your artist's comment so it'll be a sequel to the story!
Just send a note with your picture and your story to me or to `orangefruits
with subject "Story". The best matching picture and story will be added to this journal so we'll come up with an Illustrated story made by all of us!
Let your imagination go wild and Let's play the game! Based on an devious idea of `StamatisGR and `orangefruits
It was a quiet, warm summer afternoon. The sun was about to set over a big crowded city...
And deep down in the busy city there was a quiet getaway near the train tracks
This getaway was protected however by the Electricity Witch! Only she could turn on the power lines, if you gave her a shiny glass bean of the right color...
That is why she had come to the big city. A glass bean of the right colour, would save her little town from impending doom. Unfettered by rain or storm or snow, she marched along searching for it. She secretly hoped it would be the colour of her umbrella...
She had to get away. She entered the first building available. Sat down, looked up. Why did you have to do it? Why?
The church was empty. She only realized where she was after a few seconds. She stared back up again. She felt calmer. Rain was heavy. She felt the cold water drops of her umbrella. Pink.
That reminded her of the dress she was wearing when they first met. She thought of him again.
While transfixed by her memories---the dress --which really wasn't a dress--was on display.
Years earlier she decided to rid herself of all elements related to the past--including the dress that wasn't a dress--that convinced her that he was in fact --not that into her.
Yes---she'd moved on--but still lingered in the idea of an ideal...
that is why she opted to have the dress that wasn't a dress hang heavy above the eyes that assumed contentment in false dreams.
she awoke from such a silly muse to find...
... something pink resting in her lap. Not the sparkling, pink glass bean she so desperately sought but instead, a delicate, deep pink rose. The perfume was heavenly, as she raised the delicious bloom to inhale it's scent she noticed a scrap of paper attached to the stem...
She tried reading its content but she got dizzy, her vision was blurred and the letters were running away like ants in the sun.. she couldn't, all she could think of was that bean.. she had to, her city depended on her, she just had to.. she looked back at the scrap.. frowned, tried to focus all her concentration on the wrinkled piece of paper but heard a sound behind her.. She turned around surprised and ...
...there was a dog staring at her---a dog standing on its hind legs! Her first thoughts were," I closed the church door behind me. How did it get in?" And, "No one is going to believe this day when I tell them about it." Then the dog spoke, "You must stop reminiscing about your past lover and instead concentrate on saving our city. That document contains a code, decipher it." The dog's orange squeaky toy suddenly turned into a photograph. "See this? The code will take you there." She looked at the photo and saw...
...the great astrological clock of Prague. She thought that this would be harder than she thought. "Astrological signs and numbers...what kind of a code is it?" she said. The dog replied: "There's only one thing I can tell you about it, you'll have to go to Prague. A professor from NASA will be waiting for you there"!
She quickly got out of the church and looked around her..
she HAD to find a way to get to Prague..but she was almost broke! suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a red bicycle which was parked on the pavement right in front of her eyes. She looked around her for one more time..the road was almost empty. She ran to the bicycle, got on it and rode away.
By the time she reached Prague...time had worked its wonders of changing all thing 160 degrees. Or is it 180; she had no clue.
She located the Professor, only to find that he had a new profession these days.
She'd asked him, 'Why the turn of events?'
Drooling via his tobacco stained teeth he muttered:...
"My dear, I am really a psychiatrist. Look around. This is actually a stage set!" She looked startled. "Wh----why? What's this about?" He replied, "Did you really think that you could save a city with one pink bean? I am the foremost expert in your type of addiction. Madge, this is an intervention."
"An.....intervention?" "Yes", he said, "and you are now on live television. This is being broadcast WORLDWIDE!" He continued: "And all of your friends and family are waiting over there at the church to support you. But first, in order to get help, you must admit that you have a problem. If you're ready, please repeat after me, 'My name is Madge Ivy and my addiction is......'"
"My name is Madge Ivy and my..." she parroted. Dazed and confused, she looked around at the elaborate set, the many eyes peering at her from the gloomy church door. "My name is Madge Ivy and... and..." Beads of sweat were forming on the professor, psychiatrist's brow, his tongue flicked lizard like across his dry lips, his beady eyes bulged in anticipation. "My name is Madge Ivy..." from the corner of her eye she saw him reach into his pocket and take out a syringe filled with a pink, opalescent liquid. "My name is NOT MADGE IVY!" she screamed, as she lashed out at the sweaty, frog faced man. He fell heavily, stabbing himself with his own syringe. She ran as fast as she could, she ran until her legs could take no more, she ran till her lungs burned and screamed for air.
When she though she was safe she collapsed in a heap on a quite street. As she sat sweating and gasping for air she tried to make sense of what was happening to her. Reality was slipping from her grasp and it scared her. One thing she was certain of, her name was not Madge Ivy and she was not addicted to anything! She lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply and wished she...
...she was a kid again spending time with her beloved grandfather that loved her so much.Every Sunday he would come back from the market with a basket full of strawberries and she would jump up and down from joy.Those Sundays were always on her mind when she was in trouble and needed a happy thought. Suddenly a big striking noise caught her attention...she turned her head to see something terrifying...
A huge tiger was roaring angrily few feet away from her! The cigarette fell from her lips on the ground as she whispered "Oh God! My end has come!" The tiger came closer and looked at her intensely. A pink glass bean fell from the animal's mouth right in front of her feet! As she picked it up, the tiger ran away and she could see a truck from the local zoo heading towards its way...
As the zookeepers attempted to capture the runaway tiger, a crowd gathered to watch. Mildred, who coincidentally is Madge's aunt, witnessed the entire adventure. She described the incident in great detail. She told them that the tiger had a pink glass bean in its mouth and that the bean was about the same size as a small pickle.
Madge, (or whatever her name was) totally unnoticed, picked the pink shiny glass bean from the ground. She thought that her adventure was coming to an end. As she opened her fingers the bean started to shine! She looked intensely and saw inside it the face of the electricity witch, whispering to her: "....who will be the next deviant to continue this devious story?