Hi everyone! I just had a revolutionary idea: let's all write a story together!
Okay, I can see your blank stares, so let me assure you: I am not crazy; this is quite possible! You see, this idea is not mine originally, but one that a brilliant blogger has already tried and succeeded at. My family followed a blog called "Just Write" several years ago, and the blog owner (I.E. the brilliant blogger) started what she called "a continuous story." This story started with her typing out one line, and then, after putting several rules in place, she let all her blog followers co-author the story! It was a TON of fun! (you can check out that old blog post by clicking on this link)
Soooo, who's up for trying a continuous story on my blog? It is really quite fun, and I assure you that you do not have to consider yourself a writer to join in. I personally believe that nearly all mankind has been created to write, some just don't realize it. ;0) All who are of noble heart and creative mind, let's do this!
Once the story gets going, it is really hard for it not to get epically funny. :0) With this in mind, it is wise to put a few rules in place. I have listed several rules below to keep our story from spirally into complete craziness. Please read them carefully before we begin! (Note: these rules were all created by the brilliant blogger from Just Write. They are not my originals)
1. I get to start it (the story).
2. Try to keep it unified. Let's keep characters to a few, and events well coordinated (in other words, try to keep the story following some logical sequence). Having said that, you can still surprise us, it can take twists and turns, and it can definitely be funny!
3. Unique handicap: (This is a rule.) You can only add one sentence at a time (but you can add a short exclamation such as Oh! along with your sentence), and your sentence must start with the letter the last person's sentence ended with.
4. You can post as many times as you want, but you cannot post just after your last addition. You have to let there be 2 sentences in between each of your turns.
With these rules in mind, I can't wait to see how this story unfolds! I guess it has to end sometime, so I am setting the deadline for this story's completion at the end of this week (12/08/13) at 11:59PM. Until then, write away in the comment section below!
And now, for the start of the story (drumroll):
Once upon a time in a far away land, a wee lad named Destiny (aptly nicknamed "Tiny" by his friends) set off on a grand quest.
Once upon a time in a far away land, a wee lad named Destiny (aptly nicknamed "Tiny" by his friends) set off on a grand quest.
ReplyDeleteTiny, from the day his active brain cells were capable of logic thought, felt his task in life was to fulfill his given name of Destiny.
ReplyDeleteYes indeed, even though Destiny was a wee lad, he was highly intelligent, and had very unique abilities that were no doubt given to him for a very special purpose.
ReplyDeleteEventually, after very few miles had passed, Tiny came to the conclusion that he must replenish his small bag of food (for he could only carry so much baggage on his journey, and though he was small, he had an astonishing appetite.)
ReplyDeleteEscaping hunger was futile for Tiny, but he possessed the uncanny ability to sense delicious blueberries from a distance of four furlongs.
ReplyDeleteSadly, though his tummy was full and his pockets were stuffed of fresh, delicious blueberries, the sight, smell, feel and taste of the blueberries made his heart sick for home, as he remembered just how much his older brother loved blueberries.
ReplyDeleteStaring off into the middle distance, Tiny was suddenly struck by the hard-hitting reality that every warm and happy memory of his life was bound by a common thread . . . that tiny blue ball of sunshine, the blueberry!
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"Yuck!" Tiny exclaimed, suddenly coming to his senses, shaking his head, and moving on, for he knew that blueberries were about as palatable as poison.
ReplyDeleteNothing took his mind off of his older brothers as he moved through the blueberries oblivious to the dangerous blue faced bloggers residing in the patch.
ReplyDeleteHaving filled his tummy with blueberries (even tho they were only as palatable as poison), Tiny decided it was time to solve the first riddle of his quest: Why did his parents give him a name that was so often given to girls?
ReplyDeleteHustling now to press on in his most epic journey, and already feeling somewhat fatigued after traveling a full four furlongs, he was still quite unaware of the danger that lurked all around him.
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(S)uddenly, (M)ost unexpectedly, his jumbled array of mish-matched thoughts (why he had a girl's name, why he suddenly had more than one big brother, why he was carrying a pocketful of blueberries when he hated them, etc.) were cut short by a stunning thump to the head as the blue-faced blogger's club found it's mark.
ReplyDeleteKeeping his bruised head together, Destiny whirled around and made one of the mean faces, which his big brothers had taught him, at the blue-faced blogger calculating as did, in his very active brilliant mind that four furlongs amounts to a half mile, which he realized was a long distance for such a tiny fellow.to travel.
ReplyDeleteLiberated was our little friend Tiny has he knocked over the aforementioned creature and sat on him and patted him on the cheek saying "You ugly thing, go home to your mama and leave me alone or I might just..." (the gurgling in Tiny's stomach-full of blueberries was enough to finish his sentence and widen the eyes of the blue-faced blogger in horror.)
ReplyDeleteRacing against time, he stood immediately to his feet ,and with a valiant cry, Tiny ran off into the forest and courageously vaulted into the highest tree he could find, to hide from the evil blue-faced blogger who was in hot pursuit of the innocent dwarf, the blogger who had injured him but also whom he had horrified with his brilliant wits.
ReplyDeleteSurprised by, but recognizing that his increased stamina and mental brilliance to out run, out wit, and vault into the highest tree came from God's most perfect provision, a tummy full of blueberries, he caught his breath and watched his pursuers from high above the dense forest.
ReplyDeleteThen our hero remembered from his extensive reading that 13 dwarves and a hobbit had been in much the same fix (up a tree with an enemy below), so he looked up to the sky in search of a giant eagle to carry him away.
ReplyDeleteYearning for freedom Tiny noted a black spot in the pale blue sky, but as it approached he realized it was not a giant eagle but a very large black vulture expecting to dine on him before the sun set..
ReplyDeleteThinking quickly, Tiny pulled out a rope from his bag, tied it around the tree, and swung effortlessly to a neighboring tree, because it's foliage was much more dense and likely to protect him from the vulture.
ReplyDeleteEven though Tiny had been taught diligently by his parents in his wee years that the Almighty God created him with a very special purpose for his life; and that he should always trust in Him and not fear as He would always protect him and provide all that he needed to accomplish the good deeds He had for him, the extreme predicament he was in began to weigh heavily on his mind.
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Dreaming of safety, longing for the continuation of his quest,he swung from that tree to the next and the next until he had escaped the forest, thus free from the perils of the vulture and the blue-faced blogger.
ReplyDeleteNow safely out of the woods, Tiny faced a long and wide valley surrounded by high snowy capped mountains, which would take him days to walk across.... but wait...... Tiny looked and saw a beautiful white stallion, which could carry him farther and faster across this giant valley, if only he could tame this wild creature.
ReplyDelete"Eh, would it like blueberries, perhaps?" Tiny asked out loud as he stared at the magnificent--if wild-- beast, remembering at the same time the slightly squashed blueberries in his pocket.
ReplyDeleteEyeing the magnificent white stallion with caution, Tiny, with his ever observing mind, realized this great creature was in need of nourishment, so he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of tasty blueberries and offered them to the waiting lips of the very appreciative animal who pranced with boundless energy.
ReplyDeleteAfter Tiny offered this weary -- yet magnificent-- animal these delicious blueberries, he noticed that not only did it revive the beautiful horse's spirits, but that it also changed the color of the horse to a dark blue (as blue as the blueberries)..... how could this happen???
ReplyDeleteTiny, as it turned out, was not a little boy but a beautiful small West Highland White Terrier whose name actually was Destiny's Magnificent Tiny who would dare anything, even a dark blue horse to take him back to his beloved home in the middle of the most magnificent blueberry plantations ever!,
DeleteUh . . . wow! Love your imagination, but no, Tiny is definitely a wee lad as mentioned in the first paragraph of this story. However, he might have a pet terrier . . . I guess.
DeleteNow astride his slightly less magnificent--and much more odd--steed, Tiny set off for the snow-capped peaks far ahead, feeling strangely certain that his quest lay among the chilly stone edifices.
ReplyDelete(Hannah, thank you for your comments! Please make sure to adhere to the blue-lettered handicap contained in rule three, though, because it makes the writing much more interesting. :0) )
Oops.... I didn't catch that clearly. Thank you for correcting me though. Oh, and I agree Tiny should stay as a lad ... not a dog. lol
DeleteSounds of singing suddenly came to Tiny's ears as he bounced along on his newly named horse..Azule.
ReplyDeleteExcited to see who it was that was singing, he gave Azule a good "giddy-up", and as he rounded a bend, he thought he might have heard angels on high, sweetly singling o'er the plains . . . or was it the mountains echoing in reply?
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"You think we are angels?" a high-pitched voice suddenly asked from behind Tiny with a curious chuckle, and suddenly the singing stopped as a hundred beady eyes looked up at their new visitor and his blue horse . . . and also a West Highland White Terrier (that's a mouthful) who had joined Tiny somewhere along the way.
ReplyDelete"Yikes," a very surprised Tiny yelped as he looked around and found a large collection of very angry looking Blue-Faced Bloggers which had surrounded him, his prancing blue horse and his West Highland White Terrier who was barking in a machine gun pace which did not seem to affect the enemy.
ReplyDelete"You hush now," Tiny comforted the West Highland White Terrier as he eyed the Blue-Faced Bloggers, many of whom appeared to be suffering terribly from assorted finger and wrist ailments.
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Some time of awkward silence elapsed as the creatures looked each other over, after which time Tiny came to the conclusion that these Blue-Faced creatures were not all that intimidating anymore, and were actually quite pitiful, with small, round bodies and tiny arms and legs that looked more like different shaped twigs compared to the size of their bodies, and a large round head that sat simply on top of the rather small body.
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Sadly, it seems they all had wrist and finger ailments from picking too many blueberries. Little Tiny remembered that he knew how to make a potion of various leaves and vines that would cure their ailments.
ReplyDelete"You guys again," Tiny groaned, for he had been quite sure that he had left the creeps behind.
ReplyDelete"Dear, oh dear…everyone and everything I have come in contact with (except for his brilliant White West Highland Terrier) has become blue," thought Tiny, (as he was suddenly reminded with horror of a girl in a movie he once saw who had to be rolled out and squeezed like a blueberry) "…have I also turned blue and in need of juicing as well?"
ReplyDeleteDespite his twinge of pity on the creatures Tiny desired never to deal with them ever again, so after he wrote down the potion ingredients on a leaf with some coals of wood, he simply nudged Azule who jumped right over them and galloped off into the distance(with the terrier in tow, of course.)
ReplyDeleteExamining the potion ingredients, the blue faced bloggers were not grateful. Rather, they thought Tiny was trying to poison them so they took off after him in hot pursuit.
ReplyDeleteTen thousand of them, to be exact!
ReplyDeleteTiny whipped out a laptop computer from his saddlebag and, laughing at the blue-faced bloggers' impending doom, pressed the "delete" button.
ReplyDeleteNow on the move again, Tiny patted the neck of his beautiful blue steed, glanced down at his little white dog (who he had named Sophie) and wondered what sort of adventures still lay in store for them.
ReplyDelete~Victoria
Meanwhile one Blue-Faced Blogger having tried the special potion realized it was healing and fereling obliged chased after Tiny catching up with him in a beautiful meadow and said, "Hey human that is small for you I will guide us on your adventure if it pleases you so."
ReplyDelete"Okay, you can come along--but if you cause any more trouble, I will delete you to my "recycle file" just like the rest of your friends," Tiny finished ominously, nodding at his laptop.
ReplyDelete"Pretty good terms, those are," the blogger replied, "but you must also allow me to bring along my sheep."
ReplyDelete"Please join my quest, with all the animals you like," Tiny replied graciously.
ReplyDelete"Perhaps I would allow you to bring your sheep along," Tiny replied, "but I am not familiar with sheep other than those of a lovely lady in Mossyrock, Washington by the name of Lydia."
ReplyDelete"You really mean it?" The blue-faced blogger asked incredulously, his blue eyes wide and hopeful, and Tiny suddenly knew he would regret his gracious offer.
ReplyDeleteRemembering that his quest must be completed on time, Tiny decided he better construct a one-horse-open-sleigh for his new friends to travel with him in.
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Nothing could stop such a persistent lad... that is, until he found that he was stuck in an unavoidable predicament: there was no snow for his sleigh!
ReplyDeleteHe scratched his head and stared at the sleigh, wondering what in the world he was going to do now, and at that same moment the blue-faced blogger returned with his sheep--all 55 of them.
ReplyDeleteMany minutes later Tiny was on the blue colored stallion which was pulling an Indian travois, built from memory of a description in a story his Grandfather had read to him when he was much smaller, on which was mounted the Blue-Faced Blogger, only four of his 55 sheep and Sophie as they headed to the white covered mountains.
ReplyDeleteSeven miles had barely passed when the blogger announced "I need a bathroom stop quite quick (for his diet was mostly of blueberries.)
ReplyDeleteSo Tiny pulled Azule over and the blue-faced blogger scrambled towards the nearest bush, but Tiny was not too upset at this delay, for it gave him time to ponder just what his quest was exactly.
ReplyDelete"You remind me of my brothers back home", Tiny joked to the reappearing Blue-faced Blogger, who suddenly faced Tiny with a look of shock and horror!
ReplyDeleteJanet
"Really? Why...you're brothers must be extremely cute and very athletic then and by the way, you were supposed to be returning the huge stack of overdue library books in your backpack to the King, remember?", replied the annoyed Blue-faced Blogger.
ReplyDeleteRemembering that he did have a huge stack of library books in his backpack, Tiny became very nervous
ReplyDeleteas he knows how angry the King can get when library books are not returned on time.
Tiny thought about the Blue-Faced Bloggers administration for a few seconds than responded, “Books, books, here I am on the adventure of my life and you have to remind me of my books, which by the way I have not finished reading them yet?”
ReplyDeleteTiny whipped out his laptop and his finger hovered over the delete button (and the blue-faced blogger started protesting loudly), but then he remembered that in one of his books was a map to something extraordinary.
ReplyDeleteYielding to the instructions from Tiny that seemed more than evident, the blue faced blogger agreed that he would fully cooperate and do everything to help Tiny find this extraordinary thing that was mapped out in one of Tiny's books.
ReplyDeleteSuddenly Tiny felt a chill in the air, as he looked intently at the map, and realized that his grand quest would truly take him to the snow capped peaks that lie before him, where his dream of walking in a winter wonderland would come true!
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Eventually, after much travel, Tiny, Azule, Sophie, the blue-faced blogger, and the four sheep climbed high amid the mountains, and it was there that they found among the snow a land flowing with egg nog and hot chocolate.
ReplyDeleteExclamations of joy and wonder came from the lips of every creature as before them a giant castle made of gingerbread and frosting and candy appeared behind a winding path of sweet-tarts.
ReplyDeleteSoon enough, a stream appeared cascading down the hillside, and a mist rose all around them, with the aroma of dark chocolate mixed with peppermint overwhelming their senses.
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Scintillating described the people in this village. Tiny had never dreamed that his destiny
ReplyDeletewould include finding a place of such wonderment. Tiny, Azule, Sophie , the blue faced blogger and the four sheep stood in awe of this discovery.
Yet Tiny was still confused as to what his purpose was here at this delicious delectable place.
ReplyDeleteExcited yet confused, Tiny felt strangely hollow at his discovery till he realized that even this grand land was nothing compared to the warm relationship he shared with his family and friends, for the quest had reminded him just how much he loved the real treasures of the world.
ReplyDelete. . . Faith, family, and friends.
DeleteSo Tiny left the blue faced blogger and his sheep at the mountains (they were quite contented to stay) and traveled home with Sophie and Azule, looking forward to all of the joyous greetings and blueberry pie he would receive on his return.
ReplyDelete(Sorry, I broke the rules, but I couldn't stay up any later than 9 :-)
No, though Tiny was overjoyed to be reunited with his family, he did not look forward to the blueberry pie, exactly--but he was glad to finally be rid of the blue-faced blogger. ;0)
ReplyDeleteAnd he lived happily ever after . . .
(Lydia, thanks for all your comments!)
Did the story end?
DeleteYep, sorry. It was officially supposed to end on 11:59 PM on Sunday, but a certain sister of mine (ahem, ahem!) broke the rules and posted this morning, which meant I had to post again just for good measure. :0)
DeleteMaybe you can start a continuous story on your blog . . .