Painting Prompt

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Doc Creed

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This will be a game similar to Caption The Image. Here, the goal is to write a few lines or paragraph based on the painting from the last post. Stephen King did this with Hopper's "The Music Room" but his was a complete story. To avoid getting panned (because the rules of the board prohibit sharing fiction) try to not get carried away. You can be funny or serious. Please leave a new painting prompt for the next player and be sure the image is provocative/suggestive enough and not too pedestrian. Thank you.

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Kristen never imagined that she'd finally see Italy on her thirtieth birthday, nor that it would be forever linked with an assassin who disposed of his victims with the same ease with which he played his cello. Her husband was no more; she imagined him begging for his life before the gun fired and he was tossed off the boat. The debt she owed, bundled blocks of American cash, seemed to call her name from the bag beside her but, she'd think later that night in her hotel bed and wrapped in the dark, it was a familiar voice, the voice of guilt.

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Dana Jean

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This will be a game similar to Caption The Image. Here, the goal is to write a few lines or paragraph based on the painting from the last post. Stephen King did this with Hopper's "The Music Room" but his was a complete story. To avoid getting panned (because the rules of the board prohibit sharing fiction) try to not get carried away. You can be funny or serious. Please leave a new painting prompt for the next player and be sure the image is provocative/suggestive enough and not too pedestrian. Thank you.

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Kristen never imagined that she'd finally see Italy on her thirtieth birthday, nor that it would be forever linked with an assassin who disposed of his victims with the same ease with which he played his cello. Her husband was no more; she imagined him begging for his life before the gun fired and he was tossed off the boat. The debt she owed, bundled blocks of American cash, seemed to call her name from the bag beside her but, she'd think later that night in her hotel bed and wrapped in the dark, it was a familiar voice, the voice of guilt.

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Doc, make sure I did this right so subsequent people will do the right thing too.

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As Philip stood emptying his bladder in the ocean, the Backstreet Boys approached with muuuurder on their minds.



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Dana Jean

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(Yeah, good one, Spidey. Haha):)
Guests at Keith Richards' party were never sure why he was so adamant that his aquarium be cleaned "right now".

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Nancy stood and stared with disgust at Jebediah's face while he played, Give Me That Old Time Religion. He'd made it in the door 4 hours late and drunk. His buddies dropped him off, laughing like loons. He looked ridiculous without eyebrows.


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Nancy stood and stared with disgust at Frank's face while he played, Give Me That Old Time Religion. He'd made it in the door, 4 hours late and drunk. His buddies dropped him at the door, laughing like loons. Frank looked ridiculous without eyebrows.

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(I actually wheeze laughed at this, like a cartoon. :biggrin-new:)
 

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Nancy stood and stared with disgust at Jebediah's face while he played, Give Me That Old Time Religion. He'd made it in the door, 4 hours late and drunk. His buddies dropped him off, laughing like loons. He looked ridiculous without eyebrows.

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"When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or rain?" Henry recalled these words from his late wife's play and trembled at the stirring cold air. The earth was still fresh on her grave and the innane beeping of a truck backing up was one of the few night sounds. Like a Poe tale, or Macbeth, he pondered the idea of digging up her body and embracing her once more. Ashamed at heart, he bowed his head and simply said, "out, out brief candle!"

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Dana Jean

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"When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or rain?" Henry recalled these words from his late wife's play and trembled at the stirring cold air. The earth was still fresh on her grave and the innane beeping of a truck backing up was one of the few night sounds. Like a Poe tale, or Macbeth, he pondered the idea of digging up her body and embracing her once more. Ashamed at heart, he bowed his head and simply said, "out, out brief candle!"

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very nice.