Oh baby, it's cold outside! an ongoing story from the members.

LadyEmeraude

LadyEmeraude

You may call me EM 😊
In this story yet to be created, could it be fun to see what unfolds?

Add a few lines or more each time and enjoy, have fun, be silly or
however, you want to be :)
 

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Story starts with:

It was getting cold again, winter slowly approaching, the town people
busy and hurrying around to prepare for what might be coming.........

What was coming though?
 
MaryLou had just learned yesterday, she was pregnant, so excited and to be
her first child. She drove into town and decided to start baby shopping for
all sorts of things...
 
But, who could the Father be? She wasn't with anyone!
There was that one strange night she thought she saw
a UFO! She felt like someone was with her, touching her in bed but
there was no one there! She felt things but couldn't see anyone.
Could that be?
 
Marylou anxiously glared up at the night sky, she was mesmerized at the bright object and the loud roaring sounds, she held her ears
for those moments! She reflected back to that night she'd seen a UFO, or so she thought, the presence that touched her in bed, it seemed
too real, to not be true!
 
An hour later the power was out and the only sound to be heard was the mind bending din of silence. Thoughts were running wild through my brain like BB's being rattled in a glass jar. The one that concerned me the most was what's next.
 
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Dusk was approaching, no power, so silent, a chill in the night air, she could feel Pops thoughts running wild!
It was like she could read him and he her...but he was not standing near her, but at the end of the
block under that huge Oak tree.

The town folk were getting scarce and the need to get home was pressing! Marylou
walked fast past the town store windows. She stopped suddenly and her heart was
pounding fast! That is when she saw the face of a man in the window. Frozen on the
spot and she started to shake!

Angel whisperer motioned that a storm was rapidly approaching, 'look up beyond the Oak
tree and into the night skies! she seemed to feel something was coming...
 
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Voices in the wind bring calm to your soul.
She turned quickly to see his face but there stood no one.
What was the reflection in the window?
Who was that man?
All she knew, KNEW FOR SURE, was this man is her love.
Her love for eternity.
Where is he?
 
Is it him, the image was real, now it is gone!?
I know for sure my heart is full of love for him,
always and forever, but why now, why here,
where has he gone!
 
For the unborn fixed in her belly sprang from an implacable, deceitful, unfeeling creature; a firstborn child of the first dawn of creation ushered in by supernaturalism.

A rare oddment, who outlived, outdistanced scores of darkened centuries beyond memory; most of which entailed insufferable endlessness obscured in bleak hollow obscurity long before the arriving warmth of the sun.
 
And then not knowing what was about to happen she was plucked from her existing dimension and returned in a flash of golden light to her own. To her amazement the window washer had inexplicably joined her on her journey and was standing directly in front of her in utter amazement at what had just transpired. The window washer anxiously exclaimed, what just happened, where are we? They both stood there staring at each other for what seemed like hours as if frozen in time.

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On awaking she did realize that she rather fancied the local window washer who was single and rather attractive but with the big storm moving in and who knows what else with all the flashing lights in the sky and other strange noises she decided to stay in bed for another nap.
 
No wonder the storm was getting worse, solar flares sparked Hodgen’s Nuclear Plant that set off a nuclear rain shower over the fair city of PooPooPaDoo NY. Meanwhile back at the ranch
 
Harry, the window cleaner, was looking outside with his face pressed up against the window looking at this other worldly scene and
that was when he saw her again!.....
 

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