Loser!, her heart whispered back.
 

Struggling free, her blue eyes blazing, she faced them furiously, let out a long, audible breath.

"I hereby make Loser!" she said, triumph in every syllable.

As the results were posted on the bulletin board, the students gathered around, eager to see who would get the starring role. Under the heading of "Loser", the name was there for all to see: Helen.

The students gasped in unison. Helen, they asked? Just who is this Helen who has been chosen the Loser?

helen stepped forward through the stunned crowd, her eyes wide in surprise. she strained to see the list pinned fast to the board at the center of the murmuring crowd. "huh.." she mumbled, chuckling a bit "...Im a loser, baby"


:D :snap:

As 3894 descended the staircase in her sequined gown (by Orry-Kelly if you must know), the applause was deafening. Those invited to the exclusive and swanky affair, could only cry out, "welcome to loserdom" and applaud all the more.

Suddenly, the crowd parted and a large bear of a man stepped forward. Looking at the notice on the bulletin board, he gave a contemptuous snort and said "You're only one-fourth the loser I am, kiddo". He pulled a black Sharpie from his shirt pocket and with a flourish scribbled "Pwned"" across the note. As the crowd gasped in horror, JW strode purposefully away.

No to hijack this thread, but I love and adore you WB!

:D

The label on her hand basket read "Helen-a".



Congrats!
:)

It was a dark and stormy night when Helen became a loser.

And that taste of triumph turned to bitter defeat as the stone rolled downhill, the pool filled up, and the gatekeeper opened up the door revealing in the distance, another door, another gatekeeper, and, presumably, more beyond.

You're all cwacking me up! Now time for a smooch scene! Help me out, won't you?

The moment they were in the Matterhorn car, Mr. George Cluny lay the sable blanket over their knees and feet.

As she snuggled back into that broad warm chest he leaned in to whisper softly ....loser...as their lips met!

And he deftly and quickly loosened the seatbelt that held 3894 fast, imwardly smiling as they rapidly approached the wicked curve at the top of the crest.......

3894's hand tightened on the chinchilla lap robe. If she was going to land in the submarine lagoon, so was his $150K fur.

And her dream ended in the same way. Clooney sailed on as out she flew, gathered in safely by the strong and ready arms of the always slightly puzzled Mr. Boynton.

Apparently, I must be more generous with my Mojo before I can give any to Wendybeth. ;)


Oh! Congratulations, Helen!!! Welcome to loserdom!

She stood, waiting, looking at the pile of timber in the yard. Why had she trusted the velvet tongue of the travelling salesman?

She was weak. His glib words and flattering phrases had let her guard down. He had pressed himself on her, and her lips gave way to his. Now the deed had been done and the error made. It was time to pay the piper.

"You say you bought WHAT, Helen?" her husband said in amazement

"Fence-posts. One THOUSAND posts."

"Loser."

Her words echoed in the sudden silence. All eyes were on this place in time, this threshold, this Post.

The reverberations ended, and the hall burst into applause. Dozens, then hundreds of hands, all clapping, the noise in echoes dissolving into an almost clacking noise, a clacking of deft keyboard movements. Congratulations sounded in the voice of these hands, in empathic dialogue and semicolons paired with end parentheses, in the rooms of her beloved colleagues across the world.

Congratulations, Helen. ;)