The Five Word Novel

Post by **jdaw1** » 23:49 Sun 06 Mar 2011

The Rules

Exactly five words in each post (after this one).
Somebody else must post before you do so again.
The object is to produce a (semi-)coherent story.
Long rambling sentences are acceptable.
Don’t forget to punctuate.
Write good English, grammatical, correctly spelt.
Keep it clean.
Before posting, do check that you have read to the end that you aren’t looking at a non-terminal page.
Very rarely, somebody may post a ‘Story so far’, inside quote tags (as well as a five-word continuation). Please, never more than once per page.
If you must make an administrative comment, do so in [square brackets] underneath your five-word story extension.
Idea taken from this password-protected thread, totalling about 3½k posts since Wed 01 May 2002.

I’ll start:

Having decanted the older port,

Post by **DRT** » 23:52 Sun 06 Mar 2011

Baron Forrester decided that he

Post by **jdaw1** » 23:53 Sun 06 Mar 2011

should fill his pockets with

Post by **DRT** » 23:57 Sun 06 Mar 2011

Cockburn 1847 branded corks. He

Post by **jdaw1** » 23:58 Sun 06 Mar 2011

, much to his mother’s dismay,

Post by **DRT** » 23:59 Sun 06 Mar 2011

had not cleaned his bedroom

Post by **jdaw1** » 00:01 Mon 07 Mar 2011

of empty bottles and pipes

Post by **DRT** » 00:04 Mon 07 Mar 2011

before going to see his

Post by **jdaw1** » 00:06 Mon 07 Mar 2011

wine cellar and its skeletons.

Andy Velebil · Post by **Andy Velebil** » 00:19 Mon 07 Mar 2011

But what he found instead

Glenn E. · Post by **Glenn E.** » 02:13 Mon 07 Mar 2011

was that the door to

RonnieRoots · Post by **RonnieRoots** » 04:35 Mon 07 Mar 2011

the cork room was wide

benread · Post by **benread** » 05:39 Mon 07 Mar 2011

open, with an intriguing smell

Post by **jdaw1** » 06:56 Mon 07 Mar 2011

of an old Taylor colheita,

Post by **Alex Bridgeman** » 08:21 Mon 07 Mar 2011

coming from behind an ancient

Post by **DRT** » 09:43 Mon 07 Mar 2011

wardrobe with a glass door

Post by **jdaw1** » 09:54 Mon 07 Mar 2011

. Long ago the glass had

Post by **DRT** » 10:02 Mon 07 Mar 2011

been painted black inside so

Post by **Alex Bridgeman** » 12:15 Mon 07 Mar 2011

the equipment inside was hidden

Post by **jdaw1** » 13:42 Mon 07 Mar 2011

, but the corking machine was

Post by **DRT** » 14:03 Mon 07 Mar 2011

making a strange groaning sound.

Post by **jdaw1** » 20:53 Mon 07 Mar 2011

‟The younger port: where did

Post by **DRT** » 20:59 Mon 07 Mar 2011

he put it?" groaned the

benread · Post by **benread** » 22:06 Mon 07 Mar 2011

young maiden as she was

Post by **jdaw1** » 22:11 Mon 07 Mar 2011

watched quietly by the Baron.

Post by **DRT** » 23:21 Mon 07 Mar 2011

The maiden's Father burst through

Post by **jdaw1** » 23:27 Mon 07 Mar 2011

with the younger port, decanted,

Post by **DRT** » 23:34 Mon 07 Mar 2011

in one hand and the

Post by **Alex Bridgeman** » 08:44 Tue 08 Mar 2011

tray of glasses in the

Post by **DRT** » 08:52 Tue 08 Mar 2011

other. "Ahh, old Taylor!" exclaimed

RonnieRoots · Post by **RonnieRoots** » 09:02 Tue 08 Mar 2011

the Baron, "Where have you

benread · Post by **benread** » 19:04 Tue 08 Mar 2011

put my tasting note book?"

Post by **DRT** » 19:07 Tue 08 Mar 2011

. "The wardrobe, if you dare

Post by **Alex Bridgeman** » 19:24 Tue 08 Mar 2011

look inside!"

Meanwhile, down at

RonnieRoots · Post by **RonnieRoots** » 19:33 Tue 08 Mar 2011

a remote quinta along the

Post by **DRT** » 19:44 Tue 08 Mar 2011

So far, Team :tpf: wrote:Having decanted the older port, Baron Forrester decided that he should fill his pockets with Cockburn 1847 branded corks. He, much to his mother’s dismay, had not cleaned his bedroom of empty bottles and pipes before going to see his wine cellar and its skeletons. But what he found instead was that the door to the cork room was wide open, with an intriguing smell of an old Taylor colheita coming from behind an ancient wardrobe with a glass door. Long ago the glass had been painted black inside so the equipment inside was hidden, but the corking machine was making a strange groaning sound. ‟The younger port: where did he put it?" groaned the young maiden as she was watched quietly by the Baron. The maiden's Father burst through with the younger port, decanted, in one hand and the tray of glasses in the other. "Ahh, old Taylor!" exclaimed the Baron, "Where have you put my tasting note book?" . "The wardrobe, if you dare look inside!"

Meanwhile, down at a remote quinta along the

Rio Torto, the drunken Bishop

benread · Post by **benread** » 20:25 Tue 08 Mar 2011

was entertaining a young impressionable

Post by **DRT** » 20:33 Tue 08 Mar 2011

policeman with stories of magical

Post by **jdaw1** » 23:28 Tue 08 Mar 2011

double magnums of Dow 1878,

Post by **DRT** » 23:51 Tue 08 Mar 2011

served by vestal virgins in

Post by **Alex Bridgeman** » 18:55 Wed 09 Mar 2011

a wide range of Riedel

Post by **DRT** » 19:03 Wed 09 Mar 2011

glassware. The policeman was confused

Post by **Alex Bridgeman** » 19:12 Wed 09 Mar 2011

about why so many glasses

Post by **DRT** » 19:16 Wed 09 Mar 2011

were being so obsessively re-washed.

Post by **Alex Bridgeman** » 19:19 Wed 09 Mar 2011

"Ah!" sighed the man with

Post by **DRT** » 19:24 Wed 09 Mar 2011

the map, "Follow! I know

Post by **Alex Bridgeman** » 19:32 Wed 09 Mar 2011

where the Old Taylor is

Post by **DRT** » 19:39 Wed 09 Mar 2011

. Into the boat, quickly!". Baron

Post by **Alex Bridgeman** » 19:41 Wed 09 Mar 2011

Forrester spotted the boat sailing

benread · Post by **benread** » 19:50 Wed 09 Mar 2011

, port tack beating into the