A game?

[ginny_t]

Sort of stream of consciousness. I will start, and you reply with whatever it makes you think of. And then we'll go from there & see where it ends up. Shall we?

Last night, in the heat, there were three cat bodies strewn on the dining room floor. There was one sprawled on the table, but I chased her off.

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[edg.livejournal.com]

Clearly, the experiment had been at least a qualified success. The other six jugs in the pantry were still bubbling happily away, and the dead cats inside were starting to show signs of reanimation, but I tested the hot-water lines anyway just to be on the safe side.

[ginny-t.livejournal.com]

Happily, I contemplated the bath covered in bubbles. The air was fragrant with flowers and warmth. This was going to be so nice. I dipped a toe into the water to test the temperature. Yeee-ouch! It was boiling hot! Obviously, more bath training would be needed. Good cabana boys are so hard to find these days.

[edg.livejournal.com]

I resolved to more closely monitor the growth of next year's crop - I couldn't tell whether it was the gardeners slacking off or switching to a hydroponic system, but the last season's clones really hadn't been up to snuff. If this kept up, I was going to have to start ordering my personal stock from an outside distributor while I got the farms back into shape, which would be an irreparable blow to my pride as a farmer and my reputation in the community.

[jez-e-bel.livejournal.com]

Nothing could go wrong this time. There had been too many mistakes in the past 6 months.

[ginny-t.livejournal.com]

Everything went wrong. The souffle fell, the cat spit up on the couch, the dress barely fit, the furnace was making frightening noises. He was finally coming home after 6 months away, and nothing was going the way she'd planned.

[jez-e-bel.livejournal.com]

She was growing used to expecting the worst. Ever since he left everything had been in shambles. It was all too much to take alone. BUt maybe it was better to be alone than deal with his endless lies.

[ginny-t.livejournal.com]

The card was beautiful, with the silhouette of a couple embracing against sunset over crashing ocean waves. He opened it expectantly. It read: "You promised me endless love, but gave me endless lies."

[jez-e-bel.livejournal.com]

"Bugger." He whispered under his breath. He felt exposed. How could he have been so foolish not to cover his tracks? He should have known better. The only option left was to find out how much she knew without jeopardizing her life.

[edg.livejournal.com]

One of the corpses on the floor had risen despite the heat and was now prowling around the kitchen, licking her sisters' heads and grinning in a manner of which I was altogether not fond. I grabbed the broom and swatted the cat with the brush. "Bad kitty!" The zombie hissed at me and slumped back to the floor.

[ginny-t.livejournal.com]

"Cat zombies?" the director said incredulously. "You're pitching a movie about cat zombies? What will they do, play with a ball of wool slowly & clumsily? Disobey their masters? What kind of whack-o idiot mad scientist would make cat zombies?"

[edg.livejournal.com]

"You disparage the revolutionary work of Dr. Loveless? You'll rue the day! They all laughed at the academy - and you, as well - but you'll see! You'll all see! I'll show you all!"

"Yeah," said the director, "but not on my film you won't. Somebody call Security."

[ginny-t.livejournal.com]

"I don't think so," he said, reaching for his bulging briefcase. He opened it and out shambled an obviously dead cat.

It sat on the floor and licked itself.

The director just laughed. "You need a bigger effects budget."

[edg.livejournal.com]

"I would get one, but have you seen the interest rates these days? And people call me evil."

[seangaffney.livejournal.com]

Suddenly the cat spun, fixing me with a steely glare. Instinctively I retreated back to the table, trying to protect it - and its contents. The yellow eyes grew even more slitted, and I heard what could be either a purr or a growl... or both.

[ginny-t.livejournal.com]

The car was making bad noises. Engine overheated in the sun noises. It was 20 miles to the next gas station, the sign 5 minutes ago said. I prayed that the car would make it. The last thing I wanted was to have to walk, under the beating sun, vultures circling overhead.