Y’all, let’s write a story.. I begin.. Once upon there was a
Y’all, let’s write a story… I begin… Once upon there was a
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Y’all, let’s write a story… I begin… Once upon there was a
Girl named Polly who married Jason, the love of her life. But one day, she learned a terrible secret about his past.
African Yellow Bellied Low Flying Tripping Swallow
What could she do?She loved him so much and there wasn’t a soul she could talk to about it.
But it was eating her up inside. She had to do something and it could ruin them.
She decided to write to the local advice column. “Dear Abby”, she wrote.
I have just discovered a secret my husband kept from me.
He works for the CIA.
I now, don’t even know if Jason is his real name…
And he was involved in the investigation of the death of a brunette lady who he killed himself..
Wait. A brunette lady who killed himself? That changes the whole story!?
I actually meant he killed the lady and is also joining in the investigation
@Gift aahhh…
He is a trained assassin and is on a mission to eliminate an enemy agent … He yet has not identified who the enemy agent is but I know who it is… its ME!!!
Please don’t publish this letter Abby as I know who you are in reality!!!
Love, Polly x
As she put the letter in an envelop, she heard the door and a voive called, “hun, u’r home?” So she hed it under tge rug in the sitting room.
He sauntered into the room his hands in his pockets. Her own hands starting to sweat. How could she keep her own secret from him now?
Just at that moment the door bell rang…
Relieved, she watched him go back to the front door. When he opened it, all she saw was the muzzle of a gun and heard three whisper quiet puffs of air. Jason fell back.
Time stood still. The muzzle withdrew and a figure vanished into the hallway. Was that blonde hair I could see through the opening? It had not moved and I realized I too had stood still.
Polly ran over to Jason. He lay in a pool of blood. She knelt down beside him as tears streamed down her face. He was trying to speak…
And…..cmon cmon
“It was you,” he finally muttered before he died. She turned her head to the sound when the blonde figure emerged.
Never did Polly expect to see a familiar face under the blonde facade. Was that her? After all these years?
“Melanie.”
The woman’s face was blank. They both cast eyes at him while the blood pooled in his thoracic cavity. Polly smelled a metallic odor and the nausea overcame her.
“We’re going,” said Melanie stoically. “There is no time to explain.”
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But first can we stop at the service station for some munchies?
Melanie rolled her eyes, remembering the old days. “Fine, but you need to move it. Now!”
Polly grabbed her bag and
Then had a sneezing fit
And realized her bag was covered in…
Blood! She cried out “Jason why you, who were you all these years”. At this moment they heard a car storming up the street, tyres screeching…
Run, yelled Melanie
and fell into the 3546th dimension when she slipped on the slimy spit coming out of the noisy end of the GooGooGaGa bawlers from the Crawling Creepers’ Little Star. ?
And started to run towards …..
The Golden Gate Bridge.
Then she slipped and fell and landed on top of a decapitated body …..
Of her pet 3 headed dog named fluffy.
And just as she got her balance she espied a figure right in the middle of the bridge,she started calling out to her but got no answer,so she stared running towards her and as she got near her she could see through her body beyond and it dawned upon her that the figure was not of a human but of a ghost and…..
It was fading in and out of the fog.
Was she seeing things? Was..that…her…mom?
Or was it Jasón, returning for revenge???
And just as she blinked eyes it was as if she woke from slumber and what there was before the blink of an eye,was not anymore and the next thing she know is she is standing in the middle of the bridge,horns honking,cars stopped before her and hands waving her to get out of the way…
And Melanie grabbed her hand and guided her towards safety. She looked out over the water and Melanie screamed at her to run.
Because the attack cat was coming at them
And jumped just as the cat struck, propelling it over the edge!!
Time
stood painfully still.
She quickly reached into her pouch of magic catnip, and
realized she had none.
@Thérèse and cursed her greedy cat Ursula
@Thérèse stellar!
So she pulled out the ultimate weapon: a toy from a string…
@Laura that came from the skein of wool from the creator of cats
Hahahaha
Meh lol
And from that point, there was an unraveling
Polly looked into Melanie’s eyes and realized that she had seen those eyes before. Her mother. Her mother had those piercing green eyes.
“How did you figure it out?” asked melanie, unprompted.
“I didn’t” she whispered.
“Not until now at least”…
“So where are we going?” *mom*
Back to Shanghai. You must tell him the truth. You must tell him that Ursula was never really spayed…
Haha that one got me
Polly inhaled softly. Her lids lifted to read her mother’s face. “All this time? That’s where that coward has been.” She shook her head as it fell to her chest.
I warned you, Polly said, tears running down her face. I warned you that one day, just when you thought you were free of him…
“Polly! Don’t be naive!” her mother said .
“This has nothing to do with the cat being spayed. But it has everything to do with the 8 years you spent in prison.”
And now we’re back at the crux, Polly, is an enemy of the CIA, from a foreign agency. Her mother knows this, but both continue to avoid the topic. However, Polly is not an assassin, she’s….
a third person in a gang that sells deadly weapon and they had framed her to cover their hideouts and Jackson was a recruited member and had been sent to kill Melanie immediately after Polly’s release
Although it had been ten months since her release, her skin couldn’t shed the weight of her time served.
Polly couldn’t understand why she had never heard a word from her mother while she was in prison. Not a letter. Not a phone call. Nothing. Something was wrong. Melanie loved her daughter, and would never have hurt her like that. Polly watched Melanie as she drove toward the airport. Melanie kept her eyes on the road, only looking down to light another cigarette. She’d smoked incessantly since Polly was a child. That’s when Pollys instincts kicked in. Her mother never smoked with her left hand. Never.
Polly’s ears began to ring with a distracting tone. The downy hair on the back of her neck was vaguely moist. She looked at the driver with a slow side glance.
Suddenly she opened her door and rolled away from the moving car and down the hill toward the bay
Ok. Now we’re back on track! Who’s next?
She heard the tires screech above her, tamped down her panic, and ran along the coast. Luckily, there was no way the driver, whoever it was, could follow her in the car, but what would she do now??