Along the BROOKLYN ROADS10:11 AM Sep 14th from TweetDeckcars stopped abruptly one SEPTEMBER MORN. 1:06 PM Sep 14th from TweetDeckA big rig carrying RED, RED WINE had spilled over the highway. The smell was intoxicating. 4:55 PM Sep 14th from TweetDeckLiquid rushed everywhere. Gutters overflowed. The wine cascaded into a ravine, staining all the STONES in its path.8:27 PM Sep 14th from webIt seemed nothing could SLOW IT DOWN. 8:00 AM Sep 15th from TweetDeckA KENTUCKY WOMAN and a SOLITARY MAN started to make LOVE ON THE ROCKS. The fumes of the wine provoked a DELIRIOUS LOVE fest. 9:11 AM Sep 15th from TweetDeckAn intoxicated and disheveled homeless man, MR. BOJANGLES, played a LONGFELLOW SERENADE to his dog.http://tinyurl.com/5k7wzl 9:47 AM Sep 15th from TweetDeckSoon everyone was singing. NO WORDS could describe the exuberance people displayed and the HEARTLIGHTs shining through heaving torsos.1:01 PM Sep 15th from web"I GOT THE FEELING," sang a girl resembling Taylor Swift.2:03 PM Sep 15th from webShe was scantily clad FOREVER IN BLUE JEANS 5:49 PM Sep 15th from web@30daysof The wine hardened over the CHERRY, CHERRY trees and the CRACKLIN ROSIE bushes 8:25 AM Sep 16th from webThe wine made all the HOLLY HOLY which had been completely FORGOTTEN because people were told, "DON'T GO THERE." 11:02 AM Sep 17th from webMy brother SHILO and I watched the wine engulf everything in it's path. We were on the 14th floor of the HEARTBREAK HOTEL at the time.11:11 AM Sep 17th from webHe and I always fought, as most siblings do. He would pinch my "mosquito bites" and tease, GIRL, YOU'LL BE A WOMAN SOON.1:45 PM Sep 17th from webThen I'd tease back, "HE AIN'T HEAVY, HE'S MY BROTHER, he was born that way from his big fat mother." 2:25 PM Sep 17th from webHe didn't care what I said about her. She left us when he was born. Dad told us she went to find her SOOLAIMON and to let her BE. 3:40 PM Sep 17th from web
I cared though. She called me SWEET CAROLINE. In her eyes, I could WALK ON WATER and do no wrong. WITHOUT HER, I wanted to sink. about 23 hours ago from webSo he we were, stuck in the HEARTBREAK HOTEL feeling sorry for ourselves and the winos outside were happily singing, "I'M A BELIEVER"about 7 hours ago from webThe fumes caused our eyes to water, so we turned on the faucet. Out came a BEAUTIFUL NOISE. about 6 hours ago from webIt was the sound of a water pouring into a lake in the morning light, morning bright, MORNINGSIDE. about 4 hours ago from webProblem was, it wasn't water. It was the wine coming out of the faucets and gushing everywhere in our CRUNCHY GRANOLA SUITE. about 3 hours ago from webWe guzzled all the wine up! Soon my brother started to PLAY ME a song w/ his harmonica putting on a BROTHER's LOVE TRAVELING SALVATION SHOW.about 3 hours ago from webI always heard the SONG SUNG BLUE. Now it was gleeful, sunny and euphoric, due to the drift of the tantalizing wine..IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANabout 1 hour ago from web"I AM," I SAID, "CAPTAIN SUNSHINE! And I am HEADED FOR THE FUTURE. The future of AMERICA" about 1 hour ago from webMy brother laughed at my antics then became serious. He reminded me dad would be HOME BEFORE DARK with his surprise.14 minutes ago from webWe sobered up when they walked in. My dad and her. Who would have thought the truck incident would become the PROLOGUE to seeing her again11 minutes ago from webShe was our mother, or DESIREE as we called her. After all these years, she came back. I was too happy to say all the things I wanted to say6 minutes ago from webSo all I said was, "YOU DON'T BRING ME FLOWERS?"4 minutes ago from webTo which she replied, "HELLO AGAIN, SWEET CAROLINE!"3 minutes ago from webTHE END5:00pm on Sept 18th from web
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This weeks story was not very collaborative. In fact, it was the first time NO ONE contributed. Will try a different story next week that doesn't have to do with songs.
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