Comments on: Creative Copy Challenge #16

By: Mitchell Allen

Mitchell Allen — Tue, 24 May 2011 07:02:53 +0000

Okay, Eric, you rock! I am glad I went back to “Mark” before I read this.
I’ll read the rest and comment again on #146.

Cheers,

Mitch

By: Too Much Content, Not Enough marketing | Ghostwriter Dad

Too Much Content, Not Enough marketing | Ghostwriter Dad — Fri, 29 Apr 2011 20:50:49 +0000

[...] side of things, at least when it came to our own projects. Both Creative Copy Challenge #15 and Creative Copy Challenge #16 received an entry from me, but I gave no play down in the [...]

By: Sara

Sara — Mon, 03 Jan 2011 16:24:05 +0000

Thanks!

By: Shane Arthur

Shane Arthur — Mon, 03 Jan 2011 16:08:19 +0000

@Sara: Super funny…and super hot! Loved it, you little devil you!

By: Sara

Sara — Mon, 03 Jan 2011 13:16:31 +0000

"Raaaaah-bie," Angela whined, "I wanted to go out and dance all night! And you're still in your pajamas!" "Yeah, well, I'd rather watch porn," Robbie burped over his pizza. The oniony aroma made her wrinkle her nose. "Do you really think I want to watch porn all night? You said we'd do something fun!" Her voice was shrill now, as if it were magnified by an invisible microphone, and he knew she was approaching her pre-berserk level. To minimize the carnage, he said, "Well, we've obviously got different outlooks on the subject of Friday night. How about we compromise and play a game instead?" He wiggled the plastic joystick at her suggestively. "You're hopeless!" she yelled.

By: Steven A. Lowe

Steven A. Lowe — Sat, 23 Oct 2010 07:50:37 +0000

I took the joystick from the dead pilot and donned his headset. It smelled like smoke, fear, and bourbon, a suitable aroma for the carnage he had caused. Three engines out, four blown windows, no fuel, stuck landing gear, and nothing but asphalt anthills to land on; the outlook was a grim, violent form of porn ending in people pizza. What made the poor bastard go berserk like that? "We can dance all night in pajamas," I said, "but that won't keep this bird in the air." I radioed the tower. "What can we do?" I whispered into the microphone. "Pick a spot and pray," was all they said. Friendly skies my ass!

By: Troy

Troy — Tue, 27 Apr 2010 00:02:40 +0000

Thank you. Thank you.

By: Loran

Loran — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 15:15:26 +0000

It just keeps getting better!

By: Shane Arthur

Shane Arthur — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 11:32:04 +0000

hahaha. I love it! Such a great read.

By: Troy Worman

Troy Worman — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 04:41:32 +0000

There was nothing I would rather do than watch Song’s nude doppelganger dance all night with the dolphin. They were putting on quite a show—better than porn. And the aroma! I fingered my joystick and contemplated slipping into my pajamas and ordering a pizza. But then I thought better of it. She was exquisite, but there was time enough for that later. Or so I hoped. Now, there was no time to dilly dally. My recent conversation with Velvet had changed my outlook on Shane Arthur, the SEU and Shan Earth Ur. It was time for me to make a statement. It was time to go berserk! “Let the carnage begin!” I screamed into an imaginary microphone.