A continuing story of many titles.
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"Quickly now, " the mysterious stranger urged, "there's no time to explain. Get off the unicorn".
//Please feel free to continue the story with a sentence or two. Each entry should include a touchstoned book title.//
I jumped off and took The Thirty-Nine Steps to the east, as laid out in the treasure map the stranger offered me.
Then twenty steps North West by South. I think there may be a problem with this treasure map, but the mysterious stranger is nowhere to be seen.
A rustle of silk comes from behind me and from out of the dark trees steps The Woman in Black
She must be looking for a soulmate; she asks me, "Are you The Man in the Black Suit?"
'No, I'm just a traveller making my way back home, but I am up for An Awfully Big Adventure. Are you?'
Oh no I am just going to see if I Shall Wear Midnight on time and put on the perfect act. It is a special audition you see.
Where is your adventure taking you?
Only Time Will Tell where our next adventure will lead us. What are you hoping to get out of yours?
"I am hoping to receive The Help I need to answer life's biggest questions."
"Is that so? Well, I never!!!"
Imagine not asking about life's most important questions.
One should never be content to Eat, Pray and Love.
It is only proper to ask questions and seek answers.
Wait a minute, did you hear that? What's that noise?
Left trembling by the loud noise, and not convinced by the man's reasonings,
the woman in black mumbled in a low voice, almost inaudibly, "It's time like these that
I wish I were Home Safe".
"What am I doing here in the middle of the night? I must be crazy!!
She reached into the inside pocket of her silk coat.
"Aha," she said, "It must have been The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. A strange mongrel pounced on me, snatched something in his teeth, then ran off into the Forbidden Forest. Will you help me chase him? Legend has it that he guards a treasure, albeit one with a mysterious curse."
Chasing after the strange mongrel, I tripped over a tree root and fell. I climbed to my feet and the only injury I sustained left Blood on the Tongue. I brushed myself down and raced onwards.
The Magic of their Singing was all that kept me there. It could end up being an Evening in Byzantium. I decided to call them just The Three Sisters, rather than The Haunted Sisters. So: Exit Ghost.
It takes a Village to make you realize that The Perennial Philosophy of locals is not necessarily provincial. "In a Province", you may or may not encounter Xenophobia.
(Tea with Mussolini would have been another question altogether.
And Another country.) The Italians did not so much Support
Mussolini as merely Tolerate him.
Oh, that reminds me of a story, --
--But You are not the Target of
an attempt to usurp the Narration. So, Take it away, Sam --
er, I mean jbbarret, skoobdo, --
Starbox, or whoever is continuing
"I see that The Three of us
have been through "The
Iron Gate of Illyria" -- that is: "She, Myself & I", said Lord Dunmore.* Even thinking about it gets me on The Edge of Sadness. But letʻs not say hello, Sadness (or as The French
say: "Bonjour, Tristesse"). As for me Iʻm not only English: England MADE me!"
*Not the (in?)famous Lord Dunmore of "Lord Dunmores Little War of 1774". Perhaps one of The Descendants
I opened The Red Door to find Jane and Prudence had prepared Pigeon Pie and Fig Pudding - we even had Jam Today. Just then my Beloved came in from The Cement Garden. The Old Man and Me have been married for ... How many years is it now?
But our Enchanted Afternoon came to an abrupt halt; Jane came in maliciously . Papa! she whispered loudly, "Your lover just called . I gave a Suppressed Cry...
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