Preface to the Never-Ending Tale
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Adrian
The Longest Vine
Chapter 1
"Night approached faster than his tears could fall. Archilochus of Syracuse sat atop the mountain and watched her ship disappear from view. The Oracle at Delphi had been right. He sat with his sheep contemplating his next move. A tear blocked the sunset, as he walked back down to the village."Added 08/01/05 Contributor: Adrian Speyer
George threw the book down. He hated those romantic novels. He cracked open a beer and took a sip. He looked at the cover of the book in disgust. She had left it behind as a reminder. Added 25/03/05 Contributor: George. George hadn't always hated romance novels. In fact, he even tried writing one by himself a few years ago. He had almost finished it and was quite proud of what he had written. But that had been before Elizabeth left. Once the woman he loved walked out the door, everthing he had ever done for her and because of her was now meaningless. The reason George had started writing a romance novel in the first place was because Elizabeth loved them so much. But now all he had of hers was the book she had left behind - a reminder to him of all things left unfinished. Much like everything else in his life now. Added 26/03/05 Contributor: Zoey Castelino
Elizabeth sat in a Café in Paris waiting for Jean-Luc. He was not the French lover she had hoped. He was very clumsy in bed, but something about his accent, drove her nuts. She never expected to stay in France, but then again, there are many things one does not expect to happen, but do.Added 27/03/05 Contributor: Adrian Since moving to France, Elizabeth tried to fit in to the French culture and way of life. She had even gone out and bought a short black leather mini skirt which she wore so much, the back zipper was starting to come undone all the time now.A new wardrobe, a new outlook on life even a new lover - as bad as he was - suddenly seemed like an attempt to erase the past. Or at least to erase certain parts of it. Added 30/04/05 Contributor: Chris
"Madame
Frontenac, telephone!"
"C’est Moi!" she said motioning over the waiter.
"Here Madame, the phone is for you."
Elizabeth grabbed the phone from the waiter.
"Hallo. Qui parle? Jean-Luc, Cher. Where are you?"
She knew the answer to the question, but she asked anyway, hoping for once, the result would be different. Jean-Luc was stuck at work as usual. Or so he told her. She hung up the phone and ordered a Spanish Coffee. Added 30/04/05 Contributor: Linda
"Spanish?" The young, cocky waiter looked at her as if she had just asked him to spank her. Indeed, why did she say Spanish? She was in Paris, at a cafe on Montparnasse.
"Oh, yes, no," she said, giving him a small, feminine - i.e., submissive - smile. "I was in Spain for the weekend."
"Ah," said the waiter. "Demi-tasse, then?"
"No, no, I think I prefer a beer, une biere?"
"D'accord."
Turning, he clicked his heels and walked over to the next table, where he stood, his round tray held against his slim waist, and chatted with the two girls who were either regulars or friends of his; she saw him stop at their table before. He seemed to have forgotten all about her and the beer. All at once, she was thirsty, very thirsty, craving the beer she had ordered. Added 30/05/05 Contributor: Tsipi Keller
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George sat on his couch, back in Montreal, watching the “big” game. Another lazy Sunday in his boxers, a beer by his side, and the NY Giants losing a lead. He tried to ignore the pain, but inspite of it all, the day Elizabeth’s plane had left Dorval, his life was never the same. That was the day he had bought the lotto ticket that changed his life. Added 31/05/05 Contributor: Linda
George had never been lucky before, and he had no reason to believe that his luck would change. Maybe the God Fortuna had blessed him. And what a blessing! The 6/49 jackpot was 25 million dollars, that cold November day. Taking the quick pick had never worked, so he picked numbers right from his life: How many sexual partners (6), His penis size (8), his birth date (October 11th) The age he lost his virginity (15), His current age (28), Elizabeth’s Bra Size (34B). And somehow, against the odds, he had won. At first, when he read the numbers in the Montreal Gazette, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief. The fact began to seep in and he let out a yell that awakened half the neighborhood. He ran to the bedroom to share the news:
“Baby! We’re multi-millionaires!” Added 30/06/05 Contributor: George
Elizabeth sat on the edge of the bed. She smiled unsure if George was joking. As he began to jump up and down, it began to sink in.
"Honey, we're millionaires aren't we???!!!!"
"That's what I said" George replied, looking a bit annoyed.
"Are you sure? Let me check the numbers again...not that I don't trust you..." Added 29/07/05 Contributor: Adrian
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