Shall we write the final part of the short story tonight?

added pt 2

please write a final part 3



pt 1



Jazminda lay restlessly in her bed, listening to the scratching the old sycamore tree branches were making against the bedroom window as the tail end of the storm gave its final gust before the night calm. Mac her heavily built husband lay peacefully his chest rising and falling steadily three times to each flash that lit the room from the old lighthouse off scraggy point. Her mind full of the two strangers in the village earlier that day now prevents her sleeping. Suddenly the sound of horses could be heard galloping closer. ‘Mac Mac’ Jazminda screamed but…



PT 2 by the moon pixie



.......they have bloody escaped again. "They'll trample my bloody pansies!"

Sighing, Mac turned over. Her and her bloody flower beds. Well this time she could go by herself. Jaz pulled on her wellies and slung her robe on. Bloody men, bloody horses and bloody award winning pansies.

She would have a word with Farmer Jack about this in the morning

Shall we write the final part of the short story tonight?
As Jaz opened the creaky little gate at the side of the barn,

a familiar figure stepped to the side of her. Her heart missed

a beat. It was Nash. Gorgeous, dependable Nash. She loved him. 'Didn't mean to startle you' he said.

She could barely look at him. If he saw the look in her eyes,

she would give the game away. He knew though. He also

knew that Jaz deserved better than that good for nothing husband of hers. She smiled and looked up at him.

It was a beautiful moonlit night. A night for lovers. 'Its okay,

I heard the horses, I was just checking that everything was

alright'. Nash's eyes narrowed. 'You knew it would be me didn't you?'. In an instant they were kissing passionately.

Jaz was ecstatic. On second thoughts she would not talk

to Farmer Jack in the morning. He might stop Nash from

going on to their land. And that wouldn't do - would it?
Reply:Suddenly, a blood-curdling yell caused Nash to lose his grip.

"Farmer Jack!" he gasped

"That's right!" roared Farmer Jack, gripping the pitchfork in his horny hands.

"I told you gypsies that if I ever saw you on my land again I'd make you wish you'd never been born and now..."



He plunged the pitchfork straight into Nash's...
Reply:yeah why not put a litte spark in it though!!!!
Reply:Then suddenly from nowhere came a spine, chilling blood curdling scream and she woke up. The cat had jumped up on her husband and dug its claws into his broad hairy chest
Reply:SHE got part two!? Okay, I'm confused.
Reply:She went around to Farmer Jack's house around the corner over the hill across the sea and far away sipping cocktails and playing the banjo while up Mac's bum

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