Turfa's Daily Story Hour.
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Once a day, I shall spend an hour writing stories. It's quite simple: You, the readers, may post your ideas for stories, and then I, Turfa, shall choose which idea/s I like and shall write about.
The first story I write about must have a bunny, three straws, a flute and fifteen pieces of gum in it. Make of it as you will, I'll check back in later on and see what ideas have been posted 😉😏 -
Add in a spy. And five cars that blow up.
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this should be good, i love turfas story threads. as for the ideas, ill see what sone other people say first👌
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Let's hear a story of why you haven't mobbed up
🎨n00b🎨
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✯ཥ༑ངਸཧཧབ✯ wrote:
👍Let's hear a story of why you haven't mobbed up
🎨n00b🎨
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A bunny had a Cigarette addiction
So chewed nicotine gum to cure his affliction.His girlfriend played the flute, but one night he destroyed it
In a drunken rage fueled by his need for cigarettes.The next morning he realized what he'd done and was appalled,
So he tried to make her a new one using a straw.He had to make three because he broke the first two,
That's the summ'ry of the story I demand out of you!!! -
SeñoritaMafioso wrote:
Who are you two calling a noob, eh? Noobs yourselves! 😜✯ཥ༑ངਸཧཧབ✯ wrote:
👍Let's hear a story of why you haven't mobbed up
🎨n00b🎨
I've my reasons for not punching codes often anyway ... -
Roger Rabbit used to be a well respected bunny. The other toons loved his quick witted replies to everything, and all the humans did as well. His wife, Mrs Roger Rabbit, loved him, and they spent many happy evenings together exploring the forest and nibbling on mushrooms.
Then one day, a hare came to the forest. His name was Stomper, and he was a sales representative for a cigarette manufacturing company. He and Roger Rabbit met one another in a club named 'UnderTree Disco'. Roger was rather drunk at the time, and Stomper had no trouble getting Roger to try smoking.
It wasn't long before Roger was completely hooked on nicotine, and had strong cravings after a mere half hour after each cigarette. Just one week after beginning to smoke, he was burning through two packets a day.
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Then one fateful evening whilst sitting at home and listening to Mrs Roger Rabbit play the flute, he realized he had run out of cigarettes. He flew into a rage and began throwing cups and saucers around. One of the cups hit Mrs Roger Rabbit's flute, and she dropped it in surprise. It shattered into a thousand and four pieces (metal can shatter in toonland).
Soon after, Roger fell into a slumber. He snoozed all night long, and when he woke up the next morning, his wife had left nicotine gum beside him and gone out for the day.
At first he refused to try the gum, but he grew more and more desperate. It took an hour and two minutes, but he finally decided to try some gum. He shoved fifteen pieces into his mouth, chewed twice, and his cravings were suddenly all gone.He looked around in horror at the mess of broken crockery. Then he spied the destroyed flute sticking out from below the sofa. Devastated, he cradled it in his paws and sobbed in self pity. How stupid he had been to begin smoking.
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I win!!! ✌
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He knew he had no money, so he began thinking of other ways he could get Mrs Roger Rabbit another flute. About twelve minutes after he found the flute, he had the brilliant idea of making her one. He dashed to the kitchen, and grabbed a straw out of the drinks cupboard. He poked holes in it, taped levers to it and, finally, accidentally dropped it into the sink, where it promptly disappeared down the drain. So, he began work again with a new straw. This one split when he was almost finished working, but he was successful with the third straw. He put the newly made straw-flute on the kitchen bench, and went to watch EarBall (rabbit equivalent of FootBall) on TV.
When Mrs Roger Rabbit got home, she cleaned up the broken cups and plates, and found the flute on the bench.
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The story draws to a close with Roger and his wife quietly sitting together in the loungeroom, and as the picture fades, we hear a high pitched tune that sounds almost like a flute, but with a homemade note to it.
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SeñoritaMafioso wrote:
Lol. Your idea was the only one, so you won by default 😜😜I win!!! ✌
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Next do one that has the Pope
Getting tied up with a ropeBy two Siamese cats and a leprechaun
Who are on a hunt for alien spawn.Until a goat chokes on a stale pop tart,
And the trio disappears into Walmart. -
♠Ƭϋʀғä♠ wrote:
Thank you for that. It's not 'cause my idea was good or anything... 😒SeñoritaMafioso wrote:
Lol. Your idea was the only one, so you won by default 😜😜I win!!! ✌
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Next story:
5 mercenaries, formerly working for the government, realize how corrupt said government actually is after the government tries to kill them. The president makes a statement the next day causing the USA to become a police state. these 5 mercs team up one last time to confront the army coming to dispatch them and there is an epic battle in NYC, leaving the whole army wiped out and one merc left, who goes one on one with dick Cheney in a hunting tournament and wins after Dick tries to kill him, causing him to be the new president. You can continue it with your own stor.y -
SeñoritaMafioso wrote:
I've noticed that you speak in rhymeNext do one that has the Pope
Getting tied up with a ropeBy two Siamese cats and a leprechaun
Who are on a hunt for alien spawn.Until a goat chokes on a stale pop tart,
And the trio disappears into Walmart.
You speak in it nearly all the timeWhy do you always talk like that?
Does it drive anybody mad?But hey, if it's the way you speak
Then I won't say it's strange or weak. -
Eric. wrote:
I don't.SeñoritaMafioso wrote:
I've noticed that you speak in rhymeNext do one that has the Pope
Getting tied up with a ropeBy two Siamese cats and a leprechaun
Who are on a hunt for alien spawn.Until a goat chokes on a stale pop tart,
And the trio disappears into Walmart.
You speak in it nearly all the timeWhy do you always talk like that?
Does it drive anybody mad?But hey, if it's the way you speak
Then I won't say it's strange or weak. -
SeñoritaMafioso wrote:
💨🔫Eric. wrote:
I don't.SeñoritaMafioso wrote:
I've noticed that you speak in rhymeNext do one that has the Pope
Getting tied up with a ropeBy two Siamese cats and a leprechaun
Who are on a hunt for alien spawn.Until a goat chokes on a stale pop tart,
And the trio disappears into Walmart.
You speak in it nearly all the timeWhy do you always talk like that?
Does it drive anybody mad?But hey, if it's the way you speak
Then I won't say it's strange or weak.
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Day-um! 👆
Story hour coming up in ... Hmm. I'm on the road, must get dinner, unpack truck ... Story hour in a few more hours. Post some more ideas! 😏
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Stuff happened, the next story will have to wait until tomorrow. Apologies ✌
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WEAPØN wrote:
Stop logging in with your alts dammit! It confuses meStuff happened, the next story will have to wait until tomorrow. Apologies ✌
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Ꮹཞ།ཀཀ wrote:
You should change the name to Turfa, same font, but with the ♣ instead...😝WEAPØN wrote:
Stop logging in with your alts dammit! It confuses meStuff happened, the next story will have to wait until tomorrow. Apologies ✌
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Nice work Turfa.
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Ꮹཞ།ཀཀ wrote:
Plural? Alts? I've only one haha.WEAPØN wrote:
Stop logging in with your alts dammit! It confuses meStuff happened, the next story will have to wait until tomorrow. Apologies ✌
And for anyone reading this, the name is WARRIØR, check it. It's not a mule. Lol -
♠Ƭϋʀғä♠ wrote:
LESS TALKY MORE STORYᏩཞ།ཀཀ wrote:
Plural? Alts? I've only one haha.WEAPØN wrote:
Stop logging in with your alts dammit! It confuses meStuff happened, the next story will have to wait until tomorrow. Apologies ✌
And for anyone reading this, the name is WARRIØR, check it. It's not a mule. Lol
(hint: do mine!) -
ང༐བℵཇ🔥💢👣 wrote:
No! Mine's better! And the prompt rhymes!!! Beat that, Cione!!! 😉♠Ƭϋʀғä♠ wrote:
LESS TALKY MORE STORYᏩཞ།ཀཀ wrote:
Plural? Alts? I've only one haha.WEAPØN wrote:
Stop logging in with your alts dammit! It confuses meStuff happened, the next story will have to wait until tomorrow. Apologies ✌
And for anyone reading this, the name is WARRIØR, check it. It's not a mule. Lol
(hint: do mine!) -
Lol. Ciane, I'll do yours this time, if nobody else posts anything better. I might have to skip a few bits though, because I'm kinda in a hurry, gotta go out driving again again soon lol
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Fine! Be that way! 😠
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😭
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Rick and his boys were mercenaries. Officially, they were dead. Unofficially, they worked for the government, killing bad guys and eating jam-filled donuts.
Their latest mission was to enter Russia and kill twenty-seven royal cows belonging to a small time terrorist named Fred. They parachuted in, and began offing the offending bovine. Next thing they knew, thirty-seven American Marines entered the field and began shooting at them with explosive crossbow bolts.
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AND THEN THEY DIED!!! 😠
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Rick and his boys took shelter in a small milking shed. Sniper Mike took the roof, and Shiv, the explosives expert, began throwing grenades. Rick tended to the giant Kit, who'd been shot in the foot by Fred. Timmy sat in the corner rolling a smoke, and taking occasional shots with his Desert Eagle. He looked up at Rick with a glint in his eye.
"The brass want us dead, mate. Reckon I'd like to die with a smoke in my mouth and a gun in my hand, ay?" he winked, and struck a match. It never reached his smoke.Rick saw his head explode, and ducked as bullets tore through the concrete above him. The Marines had switched to assult rifles.
Kit grunted as a bullet tore through his shoulder, and he stood up, pulling his Desert Eagle out with his good hand. He swung it purposefully around, firing steadily and with deadly accuracy. It went dry, and he swung his rifle up, ignoring the bullets tearing through him.
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