Bebo

Too much stress. Can't cope. Failure. Bad.

P 6
With that nebulous answer, God hung up. I was left utterly alone, and utterly confused. I think I stood there for up to five solitary minutes before I realised that standing still doesn't get you anywhere, so I picked up my feet and walked.
I left the house in a daze. Not bothering to even lock the door behind me as I plodded out onto the empty street. The siren still sounded. The cars were still scattered. And to my surprise birds were singing in trees as the deciduous branched were tossed gently by a breath of air.
I had to walk near three miles before I began to doubt the possibility that this was some sick prank. I travelled along the white lines of the road, walking morosely in time to the distant siren as it faded. Then I could no longer hear any sign of human existence and the fear made my uncontrollable bile rise and bubble. By the time I reached the supermarket my toast was on the pavement. I sat down infront of my puddle and added tears to the concoction.
TBC

P. 5
I put the phone on its side and scanned the corners of the ceiling for hidden cameras. I even removed most of the books from the bookshelf and turned all the electrical appliances around but found nothing. I picked the phone back up.
"Okay 'God' go ahead and impregnate me with twigs. You think this is so funny, don't ya? Well I'm having a whale of a time."
"Frances, you misunderstand me. I am not trying to toy with you, nor am I going to impregnate you with trees. That would simply be ridiculous."
"So what do you mean by Eve Sacrifice then? You're gonna mush me up and use me as plant food? Put me on a stone slab and offer me to the great oaks of the underworld?"
"No, Frances. Where did you get such wild ideas? Eve Sacrifice means this; As the last human alive it is your duty to ensure that every aspect of nature is utterly swadled in perfection before you yourself vanish like the rest of your kind."
"How the heck should I do that?"
"That, my dear, you must discover for yourself"

Part... what is it now? 4 ish...

"There are no cameras dear. Just look around you. You are completely alone. The last human alive. And the first of the new generation. You are Eve, the mother of all to come."
"Hang on, mother of all to come? If you were really God you would know that it takes more than just a woman to produce offspring. I'm the last human, right? How can I continue the human race without a partner? This is ridiculous. If you're gonna pull a practical joke you have to at least think it through a little."
"Frances, listen to me. You will be the mother of all to come, but did I say the mother of human children? I think not. My dear you shall be the mother of nature! Trees, Frances! Hundreds upon hundreds of trees! For you are the Eve Sacrifice!"
"But what is this Eve Sacrifice? And what the hell do you mean by the mother of nature? I aint giving birth to no plants. This womb is made for flesh only. I'll have no branches sticking out of me thank you Mr God."

TBC mwahaha

Part 3

"I'm what?"
"My Eve sacrifice, Frances. You see the world has become so full of crime and hypocrisy and politics and false religion and abuse and general suffering that I have decided that enough is enough."
"So, let me guess; you've killed everyone? I'm I'm like, the new Noah?"
"Oh no my dear Frances, I haven't killed everyone."
"Just made them disappear then. In a puff of smoke. Gone."
"My goodness, no Frances my child. Not in a puff of smoke. That just wouldn't be my style. I simply erased them from existence..."
"You what?"
"...And you, my dear, will be the new begining; the first woman of this new Earth."
"Hang on, Mr Almighty, you can't just erase everyone from existence."
"I can and I did. Why, did you expect some sort of mass flood or catastrophic event? No. This time I decided a simple vanishing act would suffice. It took a lot less time. Humans are quite good at surviving you know."
"Okay. Back to sanity. Who are you and where are the cameras?"

TBC...

Part 2. The story continues...

I ran back inside immediately and beat the button on the remote with my trembling fist. The television turned on to reveal a coloured screen and a shrill buzz. I flicked through the channels to find a variety of buzzing sounds and white noise. I tried the radio. I tried the phone. Dead.
"Where the -"
The phone rang loudly in my hand before I could finish. I looked down at it hesitantly, as if I knew I was about to receive a call from someone with some incredibly bad knews.
And bad news it was.
I answered the phone with severe trepadation and held it to my ear.
"He-hello?" My voice trembled more than my hands did.
"Good morning Frances, this is God speaking."
It's a practical joke. I'm on TV. I'm dreaming. Thoughts of seemingly possible explanations ran through my head but none could convince me that this would soon be over.
"Erm," I replied to 'God'.
"Congratulations Frances I have selected you to be my Eve sacrifice."

End of part 2...

Luv for the hairless one. I just wish I could give hair to the luvless one.

I just tried talking to you on msn. the reply was "go fuck a corpse, no me". im assuming this was your sister

I give you a lot of luv. Have some more to add to your Noim's luv collection.

I will write part two soonish.

I'm bored. I'll write you a poem... Or... A STORY!!

I awoke to the siren of an upturned police car and the screaming morning light of summer sunrise. If it weren't for the solitary siren the world would be silent, for no other cars sped along the road outside, and no people stirred in their beds. I turned the television on to drown out the siren and the silence to find that there was no signal. I was not intrigued as to why this morning was so unusual. I made toast. A cup of tea. Got dressed. As always my ignorance got me through the morning. It was only when I left the house that I stopped in my tracks and came closest I've ever been to having a panic attack.

There were still no cars driving down the road; but there were plenty scattered across it, stationary, empty, broken. The corner shop was empty, as was the church, the post office and all the buildings in view.

"Shit," was the only word my lips could produce.

End of part 1. Ha ha I got bored.

I am on msn why arent you?!?!? has msn spacked up?!

I did go in for an interview but it was a few days earlier I've got love for you if you were born in the early 90s.

Why would I have to go in??

Congratulations (fill name in here) !! You have been awarded a distinction in your lazy exam! May your happiness last you at least until the end of the month.

Your personal adviser advises that you advise Loppy to congratulate herself as Fart Thee Weller Inc. is incapable of speaking in rabbit tongues.

Lovingly presented by,

Ms Sandra Aberdeen Friskaponni AKA 'Mi

Ps. 'Mima says mrrrr..

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The game.

A couple of poems for you dearest

A distressing tale of woe and misery from the perspective of a cat

Hungry
Kitchen
Food bowl
Empty
Hungry
Cupboard
Shut
No opposable thumbs
Hungry
Mouse
Small hole
Paw too big
Hungry
Tired
Sleep
Wake up
Hungry
Garden
Raining
Wet
Hungry
Gravy stain on carpet
Lick
Fuzzy tongue
Hungry
Old man lying dead still in corner
Still hungry.

Pessimistic Poem

The pessimistic florist
counts the number of petals on a daisy
and knowing that the number is odd begins;
"loves me not..."

The pessimistic watch salesman
says "it's always too late"
as he turns the knob on his watch
to make life five minutes slow.

The pessimistic bartender
fills a glass, half full
then takes a sip
to make life a little less fair.

The pessimistic logger
hears a oak's life giving sigh
then cuts the tree down
to make life a little shorter.

The optimistic redundant
lies on a beach and says,
"when the waves tickle my toes
I'll wake up," then he sleeps
as the jaws of the sea close in.

HELL YEAH!!! I'm going to see Nightwish in London in march (hopefully) OMG OMG OMG *shrieks with delight* Love you! MMMMWAH!! *lick of happiness*

*beep beep beep beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*

Doctor: Uh, Sir, you're leaning on the part of the life support machine that makes it go beep.

Stoopa Jim: Oh sorry doctor. I'll get off.

*...beep beep beep beep etc*

I think he said wednesday but I need to double check. *lick*

Re: hi Dyllis Im new to your area and dont really know anyone. I have pics on msn mesenger, hit me back on jane81bmw@live.com