Hello everyone! It's that time of year again! The rain is pouring down more often than not (at least here in WA), and come on, admit it--those outdoor activities just aren't as appealing, which means some of us have the tendency to get bored as we stare wistfully at the rainy weather out our window. It's rather depressing. Then again, I am reminded that every season offers special opportunities. Though we are less likely to venture outside, we are more likely to retreat to a warm corner of our house with a good story in hand. That's fun. Sort of.
Which gives me an idea: Instead of reading a good story, why don't we create one?
Last year we spun a fantastic tale of a wee lad named Tiny on this blog. You all pitched in, and we had one hilarious story on our hands by the time it was all said and done. (you can read the full post here:http://anextraordinaryexistence.blogspot.com/2013/12/i-need-your-help-blog-followers.html. I thought it would be fun to do that again! Who's with me?
The only rules to writing this story are as follows:
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.
So, let's get started! I will type the first sentence in the comment section below. To add to the story, simply add your sentence below mine in the comment section. I am looking forward to writing with you all!
One fine winter day, Joe Smith (who was as ordinary as his name suggested) trekked off into the woods in search of something *other* than adventure, for he was, in fact, looking for the perfect Christmas tree.
ReplyDeleteEntering into the forest, Joe was in awe of the beauty before him, as the fresh dusting of snow glistened on the tips of the evergreen trees.
ReplyDelete~Mommy
Everywhere tiny bits of ice clung to the leaves of forest shrubbery as Joe crunched through the ice and snow and finally made his way into an open field.
ReplyDelete~S
Deer bounded into the woods as Joe came marching along, he kept walking without taking much notice, a strange feeling was coming over him; he felt as if he were being watched.
ReplyDelete~Zachary
Detesting the feeling, he turned to see if he could spot the prying eyes, only to see a dark figure receding into the woods.
ReplyDeleteShivers ran down his back, as the adrenaline pumped through his ordinary body, and he realized his once non-adventurous life was about to take a dramatic turn!
ReplyDelete~Mommy
Noticing that there were tracks in the snow, Joe bent to examine them, then straightened, peering off into the woods in the direction the tracks led, gripping his axe tighter.
ReplyDeleteBefore he could take another step, a solid blow fell on the back of his head that sent him sprawling.
ReplyDeleteGroaning, Joe woke to find himself bound and gagged on the floor of a low log cabin, that was filled with smoke from the open fire place.
ReplyDelete"Enough with the lies and the skulking about, Joe Smith," said a voice from the shadows behind him.
ReplyDelete"Many a man has lived their short life on this earth thinking they were just ordinary Joe's, but it's time you faced the Truth."
ReplyDelete~Mommy
(Hey, I just learned a new word today! Had to look up "skulking!")
"How do you know my name, and who are you?" Joe answered incredulously,
ReplyDelete"You all ready know me...we've met before. A very long time ago in fact."
ReplyDeleteJoe frantically racked his memory, where had he heard that voice before?
ReplyDelete"Enough with our little chit chat, though! It was nice knowing you, Joe Smith," said the sinister voice, and with that a shadowy figure emerged from the corner and kicked several live coals out of the fireplace, setting the cabin ablaze with Joe Smith--gagged and bound--still trapped inside.
ReplyDelete(Hey, and I think I win for the longest run-on sentence!)
Explicit terror filled him, but there was no time to freak out, he had to escape, seeing his axe lying in the corner, he wriggled towards it.
ReplyDeleteThe flames were already beginning to creep up the walls, but he gritted his teeth and crawled towards it--only to be knocked out in a moment by a falling beam.
ReplyDelete(There is no way I'm going to be able to beat that run-on sentence!)
Martin Macintosh, a smallish, bespectacled little man who loved Apple computers, was passing close by and saw the smoke rising from the cabin.
ReplyDelete"Joe, it's time to rise and shine!" Mrs. Smith said as she gently tapped her son on the head, waking him from his peaceful slumber.
ReplyDeleteHaha, Heather, we posted at the same time! I'll let the next commenter decide where to pick up the story.
DeleteNever before had he seen such a fire and he rushed forward texting as he ran.
ReplyDelete"Thank goodness I happen to have this with me today," he thought, as he shoved his phone into one pocked and reached deep into another, retrieving a small object.
ReplyDeleteTwisting the cap off of the end of the remote shaped object, he pointed it at the burning building and pressed the large red button that was placed in the center.
ReplyDeleteRelief washed over him as the selfie wand telescoped out of the object just as he expected, and he promptly took a picture of himself standing outside the burning building, downloaded the pic to his profile, and updated his G+ status to: "Standing in front of epic fire".
ReplyDeleteRunning away from the flames, he waited for what would happen next, hoping against all else that his plan would work.
ReplyDelete(hopping in the middle here! Nice blog!)
Thanks, Lilac Bud Gal!
DeleteBut it didn't.
ReplyDeleteThere must have been a glitch in his technology, because right before his very eyes, the cabin disappeared, flames and all.
ReplyDelete"Like, um, like . . . oops," Martin said, scratching the back of his head, and he promptly Googled "what to do when your technology has a glitch and makes material things disappear" on his smart phone.
ReplyDelete"Eeek! The only options are you have a worm hole or the thing has burned down--I'm hoping for the worm hole," Martin said aloud to the woods.
ReplyDeleteHe was just about to ask Siri for advice on the best way to locate a worm hole when a strange sound from the ground to his right made him stop in fear and consternation.
ReplyDeleteNot sure where to look exactly of what to fear specifically, he edged himself away from the sound, towards the nearest tree, and googled the presence of ents and wood fairies in the vicinity near him.
ReplyDelete"My, my, now this is odd," Joe mumbled in consternation, for he was roused from his unconsciousness to find himself still bound and gagged in the middle of the charred remains of a cabin, in a strange land, with a blue vortex--a wormhole, he thought it was called--shifting and twisting above his head.
ReplyDeleteDisgusted that he was again bound and gagged, Joe looked around (once again) for a means of escape.
ReplyDelete~Victoria and Tim
Eyeing the burnt timbers, he noticed a small pile of live coals and began to squirm toward them.
ReplyDeleteMoments later, Joe managed to burn through his bonds (taking great care not to burn himself in the process, of course).
ReplyDeleteEager to escape, he snatched up his axe and fled through the charred remains of the door, he stopped suddenly, staring at the land that stretched out before him, but what caught his attention most, was a short stooped figure, a pick axe over his shoulder, who was moving slowly through the woods.
ReplyDeleteSlightly tilting his head to the side, Joe blinked and proceeded to thump the side of his head with his palm few times attempting to clear his head of the fog clouding his thoughts.
ReplyDelete(Audrey)
Meanwhile, Martin, having found nothing useful on the presence of Ents and Wood Fairies in the area, looked up from his phone in time to see a short, stooped figure with a pick axe over one shoulder, moving slowly through the woods.
ReplyDeleteSo both Martin and Joe ran towards the figure, and Martin realized as he did that the cabin that had disappeared thanks to the glitch in his technology had not really disappeared at all, but had just been moved to the other end of the field somehow (Joe, still dazed from the recent upheaval in his once ordinary life, had only thought he was in a strange land).
ReplyDeleteIn the course of their running, Joe could no longer keep up due to the trauma his head had suffered a bit earlier; he collapsed mid-stride prompting Martin to stop and drop to his knees as he assessed him and tried to think about good medical procedures.
ReplyDeleteSince the extent of his medical experience was well…taking a nap for a headache he had from staring at his computer screen too long; Martin decided to do what he did best…take a picture of Joe, upload it to his favorite post-it website, and ask if anyone (in the web world) knew what to do in this situation.
ReplyDelete(Audrey)
seconds later there came a notif... but to no avail. The well meaning nerd from who knows where on this planet felt that Joe was just sleeping.
ReplyDelete"Good day, he's not hurt, is he?" a voice said, and Martin looked up to see the dwarfish man stroking his beard and looking down on the two of them.
ReplyDeleteMartin jumped when he heard the voice, but then remembered the short, stooped figure with a pick axe over one shoulder that he and Joe had been running to just minutes before.
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