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Which door are you going to knock on ?
Knock, Knock
Quick take your pick
Door 1 to 13 ?
Enter the room.
Shut the door behind you.
Take ownership of the room by posting a comment saying
"This Room belongs to (enter your name) KEEP OUT! "
No other collaborator is allowed in your room until you've posted your witty words
RELAX !
Feast your eyes on the image and the word.
Now start thinking and then write a witty caption, joke, a line or two, a poem or prose or whatever takes your fancy - BUT YOU MUST incorporate the image and the word in your written piece of work.
Your words must be ORIGINAL. (as if !)
Oh, and you must post your witty words in the comments box NO LATER than Friday 13th
So, off you go then.
Get knocking
Knock, Knock
Quick take your pick
Door 1 to 13 ?
Enter the room.
Shut the door behind you.
Take ownership of the room by posting a comment saying
"This Room belongs to (enter your name) KEEP OUT! "
No other collaborator is allowed in your room until you've posted your witty words
RELAX !
Feast your eyes on the image and the word.
Now start thinking and then write a witty caption, joke, a line or two, a poem or prose or whatever takes your fancy - BUT YOU MUST incorporate the image and the word in your written piece of work.
Your words must be ORIGINAL. (as if !)
Oh, and you must post your witty words in the comments box NO LATER than Friday 13th
So, off you go then.
Get knocking
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All words in the comments box copyright to The Collaborators
4 comments:
This room belongs to Fionnuala (am I using the right words? Cant remember?) Anyway, keep out! I'm going to post something then I think you can come in?
I remember catching my brand new grey gaberdine (school issue) coat in the spokes of my bicycle. My mother had to cut three inches off the end and create a new hem.
I remember it was my sisters bike before it was mine and she had been given it second hand.
I never had to lock that bike. No-one would have stolen it because it was too old and there were very few thieves about.
Now I have a brand new bike. Well its a year old but I've only used it twice. It sits in the garage, locked away. From me and thieving hands.
Okay, okay, I didn't read the rules and have to incorporate a word as well - shheeeesh!
So....
I remember catching my brand new grey gaberdine (school issue) coat in the spokes of my bicycle. My mother had to cut three inches off the end and create a new hem.
I remember it was my sisters bike before it was mine and she had been given it second hand.
I never had to lock that bike. No-one would have stolen it because it was too old and there were very few thieves about.
Now I have a brand new bike. Well its a year old but I've only used it twice. It lives in the garage, propped up against the freezer next to the chicken nuggets. My new bike is locked away. From me and thieving hands.
Wonderful story, and chicken nuggets are funny, ... I don't know why, they just are. :)
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