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Originally posted by Doug Spaulding:
Actually, I could look it up - I still remember from which book it came.

I think.

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Originally posted by Braling II:
I'll guess the quote comes from "Switch On The Night".

That is not the volume from which I got it.

OK. I found it. It's from the poem "Young Galileo Speaks".
Right?

Yeah, I think that was it.

Over to you.

OK. I'll post something in a day or two.
The enthusiasm with which this idea was first greeted has waned, to say the least, and the participants have dwindled to a very few...

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Originally posted by Braling II:
OK. I'll post something in a day or two.

Time's up!

Braling II and Doug,

I'm here to play, too. Let the games begin!

I am simply waiting.

-Tink

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Originally posted by tinkerbell:
I am simply waiting.

Hey, that's a good line!

Since the line is slow here, how about this: sounds a little too complicated? It is. But see if there are any takers.

Works like this.
You take a sentence or two (or three) from a Bradbury story, and someone has to continue somehow with those sentences to make some semblance of rational thought out of what he or she adds. ( Keeping track of what Bradbury story you got it from may be tedious and too much, but then honesty counts... that you actually got the sentence or two or three from a Bradbury story would be essential.)

So, for instance, I'll try to start it, as an example. If no takers, or this just wanes to the side-road, either go back to original idea here, or perhaps come up with something else. Let's give this a name. How about 'Bradbury Re-mixed'. Got a better one? Put it down.

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(I'm telling you where I got these sentences, but it wouldn't be necessary in the future


BRADBURY REMIXED

He stood on the curb, watching her drive off, the wind taking hold of her long, dark, shining hair. They had wakened one morning and the world was empty.

(first sentence, Small Assassin, second from The Vacation)

ONWARD~!~~

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Originally posted by Nard Kordell:
ONWARD~!~~

Hey, that's a good line!

Sounds interesting. I'll give it a try! My selection from The Anthem Sprinters


BRADBURY REMIXED

He stood on the curb, watching her drive off, the wind taking hold of her long, dark, shining hair. They had wakened one morning and the world was empty. A tear, large, luminous and beautiful, fell on his cheek. Another tear, larger and more lustrous, emerged from his other eye. His chin was wet. It was certain he had been crying for some minutes.

Good idea, Nard!
And here's mine from "The Best Of All Possible Worlds"

BRADBURY REMIXED

He stood on the curb, watching her drive off, the wind taking hold of her long, dark, shining hair. They had wakened one morning and the world was empty. A tear, large, luminous and beautiful, fell on his cheek. Another tear, larger and more lustrous, emerged from his other eye. His chin was wet. It was certain he had been crying for some minutes.
And, everything considered, she's not much to look at. It's just she smells so good.

From 'Fever Dream'

BRADBURY REMIXED

He stood on the curb, watching her drive off, the wind taking hold of her long, dark, shining hair. They had wakened one morning and the world was empty. A tear, large, luminous and beautiful, fell on his cheek. Another tear, larger and more lustrous, emerged from his other eye. His chin was wet. It was certain he had been crying for some minutes. And, everything considered, she's not much to look at. It's just she smells so good.

Now he had no body. It was all gone. It was under him but, but it was filled with a vast pulse of some burning, lethargic drug. It was as if a guillotine had neatly lopped off his head, and his head lay shining on a midnight pillow while the body, below, still alive, belonged to someone else.

From A Medicine for Melancholy

BRADBURY REMIXED

He stood on the curb, watching her drive off, the wind taking hold of her long, dark, shining hair. They had wakened one morning and the world was empty. A tear, large, luminous and beautiful, fell on his cheek. Another tear, larger and more lustrous, emerged from his other eye. His chin was wet. It was certain he had been crying for some minutes. And, everything considered, she's not much to look at. It's just she smells so good.

Now he had no body. It was all gone. It was under him but, but it was filled with a vast pulse of some burning, lethargic drug. It was as if a guillotine had neatly lopped off his head, and his head lay shining on a midnight pillow while the body, below, still alive, belonged to someone else.

The sun came out.

It was the color of flaming bronze and it was very large. And the sky around it was a blazing blue tile color.