Let's tell a story...

[MtDoraAngel]

To bide our time until February 7, let's create our own Lost story.

I'll start telling a story of getting lost on the island and the next person adds to the story. Your input can be as long or as short as you'd like. Let's see what kind of crazy stuff we can come up with.

 

[MtDoraAngel]

Log: January 18, 2007.

We were on our way to Jamaca when all of a sudden, out of no where a bright lazer beam struck the plane sending it crashing to the earth below. I was certain it was the end for all that were on board. The terrifying looks on everyones faces. People screaming. All I could think about was hoping there was a handsome doctor on board who might be able to keep me warm at night until we are rescued.

 

[AirPo]

Suddenly I heard a voice, "How you doin'?" "Wanna share my parachute? It's like a net without holes."

 

[snoochface]

Suddenly I heard a voice, "How you doin'?" "Wanna share my parachute? It's like a net without holes."

I turned to see who was talking, and to my surprise it was a short-haired yellow labrador retriever! Not being discriminating under the circumstances, I grabbed hold of his collar as we plummeted to the ground with nothing but a "net without holes" saving us from certain death.

 

[MtDoraAngel]

I suddenly realize that this dog I was sharing a "net without holes" with could talk. Or maybe the plane crash suddenly gave me the ablilty to understand all languages. I had to try out my new theory. I had noticed a German couple in the seats behind me. If they survived the crash, I would seek them out and see if I could understand what they were saying.