Date: Thu, 21 Nov 1996 05:57:33 -0600 From: Danny Lloyd Subject: Re: INT:Highway 41 I haven't received Writers mail in days - this is the first one I've received. Hmmmm. Hope it's all working again. --- Robyn wrote: >(Is this an infringement on David Lynch?) No, actually, I bet he'd be proud of us - sending his prized agent out on another case - one that will get him a good promotion, probably. Hmmmm, maybe Lynch will see the genuis in our soon-to-be legendary Hwy. 41, and purchase the movie rights for a few cool million. Hmmmmmm. A few hundred would be ok actually....well....or... 10 bucks, Dave? Now back to the twists and turns of Highway 41. ----- Robyn wrote: ------snip-----snip------ >figure dragging itself along the desert shoulder. Cooper pulled to a stop. A >hairy man with pepper spray in his eyes lie wrigling in agony. > >"She's cr---" the man died. Cooper pulled him to the car and set him beside >it, opting not to call for back up. He'd seen a lot and this was nothing. >"Cr...Chrushed," Cooper thought. He eagerly hopped back into his car. He >sped along for a while longer and in the distance he saw four figures. One >far off to the left, cowering in the shadows, and three on the right. When he >got close enough to see details, he noticed the people on the right were >yelling at the figure on the left. > >----continued.... Morgan and Wanda decided they could trust each other, for now. They, at least, knew they had a common enemy in Mark, who wisely trailed along at a distance, off the highway. But Margarret? Who was she? She said she had car trouble too, but. . .? "You good-for-nothing excuse for a man," Wanda yelled at the cowering Mark. "You womanizing, arrogant, pitiful, snake-in-the-grass," Morgan joined in. "You asshole," the new member of the group said. Margaret smiled at Wanda and Morgan. "I told him, huh?" Wanda said "Do you know Mark? And you never did say where you were headed when you ran out of gas? And, well, Margaret, we're a little uneasy, you understand, what with Mark here and that evil, serial killer guy, and all that. You know?" Margaret smiled to herself, thinking of the killer who Morgan had pepper-sprayed. What a timid idiot he was. She wished she had been here by herself when he came along. "Oh, I was just driving to see my poor grandmother. She's sick you know. And stupid, silly me. I didn't gas up like I should have. And well, no, I don't know that Mark guy. But I'd like to help. We can call him names and stuff all night if you want." Morgan and Wanda looked at each other, wondering about just that - each other - and their new guest, Margaret - and Mark. And of course, the killer, who hopefully still laid on the ground a mile back and was no longer a threat to anyone. "Hey girls, give me a break, I didn't date you at the same time, you know. It was a year apart. And that was a long time ago. And. . ." Marks words were cut short by a trio of voices yelling in unison, "Shut up you monster." Margaret meanwhile wondered. She could make her move now or later. It would be simply divine. So much blood and so much violence. She could hardly wait. Now? Ummmm, it was tempting. But, no, later. Yes, later. -----to be continued---- ------------------------------ Once upon a time there was a planet called earth and people called humans. And a writers' list called the Writers' List. On this list were many writers. And writing was the theme of the list. And writing was the purpose of this list. There was also, within this list, a phenomenon known as the signature. And this signature often contained much profundity and wisdom. All this is not myth. It happened. Once upon a time.