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Group Fiction Writing.

Re: Group Fiction Writing.

The bus driver piped up and asked those onboard over the intercom,

"Did you hear the one about the bus driver who nearly ran over a dog?"

There was silence.

"Good neither did I, next stop will be Narnia"

It was at this point that she realised she was dreaming within a dream. She swore she once saw a film about this very concept.

"Oh no" she thought.

Immediately she was back on the bus and the school was a few stops away.

There was a sudden jolt and a sudden screech on the brakes.

Everyone onboard looked around and eventually the bus driver said over the intercom

"Sorry everyone, a stray cat! I'm so used to dogs these days."

She laughed to herself.

Re: Group Fiction Writing.

Milly had been deep in thought and hadn't seen let alone heard the bus, not until it was almost too late. She froze, luckily the bus stopped just in time. Her fur stood at attention and one of her nine lives flashed in front of her eyes. Phew, I'm ok she thought.

 

Milly collected herself and continued on along her way to find a sunny spot in the garden away from the pesky dog.

 

 

 

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Re: Group Fiction Writing.

@Anastasia .

 

I don't know if you changed characters without me realising or if you got the name wrong, but in case it's the latter, I have to point out that her name is May, not Milley.

 

They are both cool names 😁.

 

EDIT: OHH, OK, I see what's happening.

 

Milley walked into the garden, and in the corner of her eye, she saw a beautiful fountain. It was just high enough for her to take a sip.

 

She had one of those near-death experiences before. Had she panicked, she would have missed out on everything a cat would have to look forward to. Every bowl of milk or bit of catnip. The thrill and terror of running into dogs. Geelong's next premiership. Everything.

 

She would have contemplated for hours had she not been distracted by the fact that the bus had stopped, hundreds of metres up the road.

 

@Oaktree 

@MDT 

@Adge 

@Bunniekins 

 

And anyone else I may have missed.

 

HINT: At this point, May decides to get out. Why, though? 😉.

Re: Group Fiction Writing.

Hello @Former-Member 

Yes, I decided to write about the cat following on from @MDT s story telling. Just mixing it up a bit. Maybe Milly and May become friends? Sorry if I confused you 🙂

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Re: Group Fiction Writing.

@Anastasia .

 

OK cool! Check the edit 😊.

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The long bus ride to school was usually such a bore, but this one had been different from
the very beginning. She usually had to run to catch it just in time, but this morning it was
patiently waiting for her? The gloom she had felt at facing the 'casual day', had lifted in
a place of Pegasus; the first fright with the dog had brought her back to reality, she was
a little disappointed. With the second fright something weird happened, somehow she
knew the cats name was Milly and she was sharing her experiencing life-flash! May
could not take her eyes off Milly, and then she saw him. He was dark with flashing black
eyes and a cheeky grin and the fountain, which Milly had taken a sip, was now a multi-
coloured, glowing portal . . .

@Former-Member  @Oaktree  @Anastasia  @MDT  @Adge  & everyone

Re: Group Fiction Writing.

@Anastasia 

 

Thanks for tagging me, I'm reading along as people post. Xx

Re: Group Fiction Writing.

May looked behind her at the school then looked back at the colourful portal. There was no question. She stepped towards the young man dressed in high tops, jeans and a white shirt. When she reached him she grabbed his hand and together they stepped through the portal...

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