Hello, hola, bonjour, konichiwa, Gday.
My name is CJ. I’ve been told I’m ok at writing so thought we could use this as a place to build a story. It doesn’t have to be gambling related however it can be our story. Line by line.
The idea is I’ll start us off with a story, and you add a line at a time. Eventually the story will take shape.
Here goes;
It had rained for the last few days non stop and there was no sign of it stopping or letting up. The sky was a dark grey, almost black, with lightning bolts lighting the sky occasionally and the thunder claps shaking the earth around. The temperature has plummeted and winter has finally taken a hold of Little Barking.
Courtney looked out of the windowpane, had noticed the white paint was now grey and peeling, could see beyond the rivers of drips on the pane infront of her, beyond this she could see...
a bright light which was flickering inside the small cottage across the road.
She could see life in the room just above, a figure in the darkness just beside the open curtain she could see a glimpse of..
hope.
Raymond, a young man who Courtney had grown up with resided now In the cottage she was fixated on. Originally it was his grandparents however they had passed away a few years ago and Raymond had decided to move in.
As Courtney peered through the curtains and the rain splashed window she had this over whelming feeling like she was no longer alone. Alone fighting a battle she had lost for many years.
Day turned to night, night turned to day and the persistant rain finally eased to an occassional short sprinkle. Her supplies had dwindled over the last week and it was time to fire up her trustworthy 4wd and venture off. The vehicle was trustworthy but in the back of her mind Coutney knew that she didn't full heartedly trust herself. She had a fantasy of showing up on Raymonds doorstep and revealing what plagued her. But she drove by the cottage toward town, as if on automatic.
Reaching the well stocked petrol station and gathered up a few more days of supplies, she was here writing her novel. Her mind drifted to Raymond, she remembered his glistening...
green eyes that shone like giant emeralds whenever he smiled. Whenever he smiled, it instantly made Courtney feel good about herself, alive, and that together they could conquer the world. That will help her through the tough day she thought.
Courtney never had this problem growing up, so why did she now?
How did she even get lost with the demons inside her head?
Was life that bad, or was it just an escapism?
Who can she tell?
Only person she could tell has gone now, she sat in her car looking across the villiage where she grew up, seeing her ghostly images of past gone by. Her grandfather, he taught her to play cards with his pals playing for matchsticks, she was good at cribbage. Then she screamed she heard a loud beeeeeeeeeeeeep.
It was...
Maurice. The local butcher.
He tooted his horn again.
She had parked on double yellow lines but hadn't realised and had blocked the entrance to his local Butchers shop.
Maurice was an elderly chap, with whispy white hair, a rotund belly, maybe in his 60s and had run the family butchers since his father past away. His laugh though was something else. It was the kind of laugh that made you chuckle when you heard it. You know the type I mean.
Courtney was absorbed in the moment reflecting on her life so far, replaying the moments over and over again. She fumbled for her keys and tried to start the engine only with the panic it wouldn't start.
Chug, chug, it had stalled the engine had flooded. Now what?
She remembered she had to leave the car to settle, no point flooding the engine further.
She had to make her excuses and left the car on double yellow lines hoping she didn't get a ticket.
She mused as she walked over to the bookstore.
She wondered if..
going for a coffee would give the car enough time to recover.
As she walked she absorbed the buildings around her. In her small town the buildings were very old and small. Town smelt like coal fires and the ground had brown, grey and black cobbled roads.
The weather was still pretty chilly and around her were large puddles which had formed on the uneven cobbles. She looked down at a puddle and smiled. She saw her reflection smiling at her. Today her hair was a mess, and her makeup had run.
Courtney suddenly saw in the reflection Raymond and she gasped, then blinked and when her eyes opened he was no longer in the relfection. Startled she turned 360 degrees to see if Raymond was there.
“Hello” said Raymond.
Oh my days she thought.
How did she look?
Courtney tugged at the front of her dress to straighten it out, took a deep breathe and turned around.
She knew that voice and the reflection she saw was correct. Her heart was pounding through her chest.
“Hi Ray.....Raymond’ she squeaked.
Her face went scarlet.
You know like when you are on holiday in the sun and you fall asleep only to wake up looking like a lobster?
Well Courtneys face now looked as red as that and she felt like her voice didn’t belong to her.
He leaned forward, lifting his arm and with his rugged hand wiped away a wisp of hair fallen from her messy bun, he looked into her eyes and she caught her breathe..
The chemistry of..
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