What happened to the Writer thread, HeyHey?

[Guy Fawkes]

I thought there was going to be another...?

[HEyHEY]

1. Seems to have died - if you wanna go for it, I will too

GO!

[Guy Fawkes]

2. I'll make a thread

[punpirate]

4. Here goes:

I was sitting under a tree the other day, last Wednesday, I think it was. It landed on the book I was reading, and as I lifted it by an edge to brush it away, I noticed a tiny worm on the underside, pinkish and chubby, and instead of flicking it aside, I simply stared at it for some reason.

After a minute, it began to chew into the leaf, nibbling out parts of the leaf in a pattern which seems almost comprehensible, but without any meaning at all, each nibble a pointillist's dot in the leaf.

I brought the book closer to my face, and peering down through my bifocals, I could see the worm looking up at me every once in a while. When it did, it quickly turned back to nibbling.

This went on for some time, and as it began to get dark, I thought I should get up and return home, but didn't quite know what to do with the worm on my book, which by now was beginning to swell from the leaf it had eaten. Should I simply toss it aside?

It was then that I noticed a tantalizingly indistinct symbol in the upper part of the leaf, not clear, but reminiscent of something, something I'd studied a long time ago, some not quite like, but very close to the differential sign in a calculus equation.

[HEyHEY]

3. Point

"Come along baby" was on the Radio.
I was wiht this girl, the name doesn't matter. She was a grade younger than me and I had watched her all through school that year. It was August, I finally got a date with her. After a conversation with threatening undetones with her dad, I got her out of the house. I remember the warning my own father had given me.
"Don't let your manhood influence smart thinking."
I Never should have asked him for advice.
We sat in the car, at "the point" in my 34 street rod. Man, I had done that out. Headers, pipes, pink slip, the whole bit.
So, we sat there, her and I for tenminutes, cuddled on the front seat. At my age, it was harmony. She wanted to dance to the radio. I enjoyed listening and thinking too much. But I partook anyway. And so, we grooved. To Jerry Lee, against the wishes of our parents. What a time.
We got back into the car, it was her and I. I looked for the courage to make a move. As a motorhead, I was too nervous. then, she became bold. Cozying up to me, our lips were so close, then she kissed me.
"I never thought YOU would do it, she laughed afterwards.
I didn't know what to do, cop a feel, kiss again, talk about the leafs.
"Ha ha" was all I could muster. This girl made me nervous, the kind of fear that was rooted in my fear of being rejected, not by her, but of the telling of the story to my friends (none of which ever had touched a female.)
Just then, there was a banging on the car. I looked at the clock...it was 15 minutes after when I said I'd hacve her home.
With extreme panic I looked out the window, there was a huge man, in a pair of overalls standing there... I knew it was her father.
"Jess, get out of this car NOW!" he exclaimed.
I scrambled to look presentable. I knew it was over. He'd never let me take her out again.