tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18571846.post114346719728089477..comments2023-10-10T12:17:22.817-04:00Comments on My Life, or something like it: Write AlongNienke Hintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006405722858209012noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18571846.post-1143592721374102642006-03-28T19:38:00.000-05:002006-03-28T19:38:00.000-05:00"...shove it up your butt." She stormed away, mum..."...shove it up your butt." <BR/><BR/>She stormed away, mumbling obscenities to herself, but he came right after her.Shesawriterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14904247751806210823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18571846.post-1143580781283116692006-03-28T16:19:00.000-05:002006-03-28T16:19:00.000-05:00". . . bicycle out of the garage. I don't own a ca...". . . bicycle out of the garage. I don't own a car but you can ride on the handlebars."<BR/><BR/>"Bicycle?" she practically screamed the word. "You want to ride me on a <I>bicycle</I>? I'm seriously hurt here, jack-ass! Why don't you take your little bike and . . ."J.A. Coppingerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02434751306868916957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18571846.post-1143570490957920442006-03-28T13:28:00.000-05:002006-03-28T13:28:00.000-05:00Karen knew she needed stitches and the longer she ...Karen knew she needed stitches and the longer she waited the worse it would be. She nodded. "All right. Take the blood. But hurry!"<BR/>He grinned. "Don't worry. I just have to get my...Samhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18571846.post-1143566126301060232006-03-28T12:15:00.000-05:002006-03-28T12:15:00.000-05:00"I can take you to the hospital for a price," Tom ..."I can take you to the hospital for a price," Tom said, still eyeing the towel.<BR/><BR/>Karen tried to shift her injured hand out of his line of sight, but he continued to follow her movements until it appeared they were dancing on the sidewalk. "P-price?" she repeated.<BR/><BR/>Now Tom looked her straight in the eye. His eyes, irises and all, were as black as two shards of coal. "I want three drops of your blood," he said. "For an experiment." He gestured to his Harvard sweatshirt.JGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02618732618910891426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18571846.post-1143565994446794222006-03-28T12:13:00.000-05:002006-03-28T12:13:00.000-05:00Karen backed away, thinking her only escape was th...Karen backed away, thinking her only escape was the house...<BR/><BR/>Unfortunately it was locked..... and the keys were still in the car.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18571846.post-1143564071989047102006-03-28T11:41:00.000-05:002006-03-28T11:41:00.000-05:00"I see you've cut your hand," he said, his voice g..."I see you've cut your hand," he said, his voice gruff.<BR/><BR/>"Uh yeah," she replied. His eyes focused on the blood-soaked towel and he licked his lips.Renehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14966956368329586135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18571846.post-1143522392686507592006-03-28T00:06:00.000-05:002006-03-28T00:06:00.000-05:00Dr, Wright slouched in his drivers seat. "You got...Dr, Wright slouched in his drivers seat. "You got the wrong guy, lady." And before Karen knew it he was speeding down the street.<BR/><BR/>"To think I wanted to see that jerk."Kelly (Lynn) Parrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04827605655761900263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18571846.post-1143521267665832312006-03-27T23:47:00.000-05:002006-03-27T23:47:00.000-05:00"Hey, wait a minute," said Karen, squinting to get..."Hey, wait a minute," said Karen, squinting to get a better look at the driver. "You're Dr. Wright!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18571846.post-1143511329608080032006-03-27T21:02:00.000-05:002006-03-27T21:02:00.000-05:00"Hey, I need a ride to the hospital", she said to ..."Hey, I need a ride to the hospital", she said to the driver.<BR/><BR/>"No way, lady, you'll bleed all over my new leather interior. Why don't you get that guy over there to give you a ride?"Deadmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08449318388713585299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18571846.post-1143489563969925632006-03-27T14:59:00.000-05:002006-03-27T14:59:00.000-05:00Karen got back out of the car, trying not to get b...Karen got back out of the car, trying not to get blood on the interior but failing miserably, and looked up and down the street. All of her neighbors worked, except for that strange guy two houses down, Ted, who always seemed to be home.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18571846.post-1143482651066573932006-03-27T13:04:00.000-05:002006-03-27T13:04:00.000-05:00(ROFLMAO!!)With her hand wrapped in a dishtowel (b...(ROFLMAO!!)<BR/><BR/>With her hand wrapped in a dishtowel (bleeding now), Karen fumbled in her purse for her cell phone.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18571846.post-1143480600522915842006-03-27T12:30:00.000-05:002006-03-27T12:30:00.000-05:00She grabbed her keys and headed for her car, prayi...She grabbed her keys and headed for her car, praying the old Dodge would turnover. Slipping onto the cracked vinyl seat, she turned the key.Renehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14966956368329586135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18571846.post-1143476461051580632006-03-27T11:21:00.000-05:002006-03-27T11:21:00.000-05:00With his ruffled black hair and green eyes, she wo...With his ruffled black hair and green eyes, she wouldn't mind feeling his hands on her...in a purely medical way, of course.Melissa Amateishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16086267508858187716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18571846.post-1143473861791736622006-03-27T10:37:00.000-05:002006-03-27T10:37:00.000-05:00If this doesn't have romance written all over it :...If this doesn't have romance written all over it :)Mellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17461471128865537538noreply@blogger.com