Your inspiration for stories in August 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
The Night Ed Died - by lillian Morpork
“Did I ever tell ya” the old geezer said
As he ran his hand ‘cross his round bald head,
“Of that turrible night in Morgan’s Town
When Big Bart Barker shot Ed Stanley down?
‘Twur an awful sight!
As he ran his hand ‘cross his round bald head,
“Of that turrible night in Morgan’s Town
When Big Bart Barker shot Ed Stanley down?
‘Twur an awful sight!
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Ed is dead at Morgan's saloon - Amythe Moonlight
Ed is dead at Morgan's saloon
I heard them shout in various shades of panic
Is it true? I asked you. Yes you said .Ed is dead
I heard them shout in various shades of panic
Is it true? I asked you. Yes you said .Ed is dead
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Hot Chow in the Hoosegow - by lilian Morpork
Zeke and I had been prospecting in the mountains for nigh on two years. It turned out to be a total waste of time. In that whole time, we didn’t get enough gold to fill a tooth. We finally decided to head back to civilization, or as much as we could find in the area around the foothills. On the way down, we ran into an unseasonal snow and sleet storm, and had to hole up in a small cave. We were stuck there for three days before things cleared enough for us to move on, and it stayed cold for the next week.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Farewell to Morgan’s Town - by lillian Morpork
The young woman slipped out of the shadows by the saloon and approached the Stage Coach driver. “Sir, I have my ticket, sorry I am so late.” she said softly.
He had just finished loading passengers and luggage, and was about to mount to the box, so he turned angrily at her voice. Taking in the slender body loaded down with luggage and baby, his face softened.
He had just finished loading passengers and luggage, and was about to mount to the box, so he turned angrily at her voice. Taking in the slender body loaded down with luggage and baby, his face softened.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
The Gimmick - by Sven Pertelson
The mood was ugly in Morgan’s Saloon . I sat at the bar with both my hands in clear view . In the cracked mirror over the bar I could see Ed lying by the poker table. I was pretty sure he was dead .
Monday, August 9, 2010
“MEMORIES” by Llola Lane
“Bang… Bang… You’re dead,” said the little girl. “Ugggh… Ya got me” said her father as he fell to the floor, the toy gun falling to his feet.
It had been years since she’d been back to Morgan’s Saloon but she could still see the look on her father’s face as he clutched his chest and fell to the floor. Those were happy times… She missed him.
It had been years since she’d been back to Morgan’s Saloon but she could still see the look on her father’s face as he clutched his chest and fell to the floor. Those were happy times… She missed him.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Hit or Flop? - by lillian Morpork
“Hey, Sheriff! Ed’s dead!” Cassidy raced into the jail house yelling, almost bowling Sheriff Armstrong over. Armstrong grabbed Cassidy by a shoulder to slow him down, and to keep his own balance.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Food for Thought! - By Llola Lane
"TIMBER!!!"...the little mouse yelled at the top of its lungs, as the giant gunslinger fell to the floor. The little mouse made it out of the way just in time. The gunslinger moved.. groaned.. lifted himself partway off the floor, then fell flat on his face. The little mouse sniffed.. Was the man drunk?? Was he dead?? The gunslinger did not move again and no one came to help him up.
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