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I’m taking some time off today to get some crap done.
In lieu of a regular post, YOU will be writing today’s post for me in the form of a writing game …
The fella will start us off with the first sentence of the story, and then you add ONE sentence in the comment section to add to the story.
The first commenter will be adding onto the fella’s sentence, the second commenter will be adding onto comment above them, and on and on until we have a story.
So to make a comment, do not “reply” to the person above you. Scroll to the end of the comments (it may be a long scroll) and write your sentence in the comment box. It will be an extension of the thought in last comment you see above the comment box.
I will edit our Pulitzer Prize winning work and publish the whole story together next Friday.
Here we go … the first sentence of our story as written by the fella …
Don’t forget … don’t expand on the fella’s sentence. (unless you’re the first commenter). Expand on the comment ahead of you.
Go!
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Tanya Stewart
There was NO GOOD reason for me to be so nervous.
Brynne
And I still couldn’t get over the uncomfortable feeling that I still wasn’t quite sure why.
Sarah
I mean, it only hurts a little, but sometimes that’s not a bad thing.
Sandy
I used the alleyway to and from my home every day since I was a child.
Laura McG.
But I’d never done it with some who had such a huge…blog following.
Shauna
The night was still, frogs were croaking an eerie tune in the misty night.
Kirsten
It usually smelled rank and musty, but today it smelled like the cheap perfume you use to cover up an odor.
everythingguru
So I decided to open up all of the windows in the house to let the balmy fresh air in, the breeze and the ceiling fans reminded me why I moved to the Carribean in the first place
Aimee
This morning, however, goose bumps covered my arms the moment I turned the corner.
Marcia O'Duggan
The chickens appeared to be tucked in soundly despite the howling wind whipping at the well build coop’s door.
amy
I knew, in my heart of hearts, everything would be just fine. After all, I wasn’t completely alone in this. I had the best friends anyone could ask for.
lasb
So I grabbed my hammer and decided to go for it
Lani
Sure, no one but me could hear or see them, but they had never let me down yet.
darlene
Oh Dear ~ There is a knock at the door and who would be up and out at this time of night?
Lynne
After all, what are enemies for ?
Jenny
I clutched the hammer and gritted my teeth as I proceeded to the chook house, I was determined to fix that door, just as I had done with the VCR all those years ago!
Raymonde
As luck would have it, that’s when I saw a huge butterfly coming right at me!
Tanya K. Hudson
It’s enormous, fluttering wings pulled the air from all around me spinning leaves and small pebbles into the air!
amanda
I realized this was one of the most unique alleyways that must exist, with it’s balmy Caribbean breeze, the frogs, the chickens, my front door (open for ventilation with fans on) opening pretty much directly to it, and now this amazing butterfly.. so I decided to set all nerves aside, and get to work with that hammer.
gloria
Then I chuckled as I remembered I’d left my new 3-D television on. As I was switching it off, I started to wonder about this odd weather, first still and misty, then breezy and balmy, now howling wind; what’s next?
Patty
I was frightened by the weather but gleeful to pull on my new Bogs in the mist.
White
Alleyways, chickens, inclement weather, and I’m standing there with a hammer in my hands…my mind is definitely Bog-gled, for once.
Samantha
And then I woke up.
ruth
Sven the handsomely well ripped pool guy stood at my front door ringing my doorbell and asking for assistance – i wasnt too sure whether to give him a good hammering with my hammer or….
Agnes
to invite him in for a nice refreshing yogurt popcicle.
MJ
ask him for the 10th time why there was still scum on the pool. The chickens were not happy! But I did not ask, because what Sven was carrying was a lot more interesting.
Marlea
ask him to come in and check the leak under the sink in my craft room before it eats all the way through the tinder dry wood….underneath the leak, drip…drip….drip.
Elise
“shhhhh!” I hissed “why are you ringing the doorbell? I told you to come through the window” I paused my tirade to glance nervously over his burly shoulder and saw
Linda J Howes
the fella coming out of the bathroom brushing his pearly whites, toothpaste oozing from the corners of his mouth giving him the appearance of a rabid dog,
Carey
the fella, reading “a thousand shades of gray.” what in the world? I asked. I could have sworn he was out building a…
Karin
Honeymooner shed for us.
Didn’t we check The plans last night?
Didn’t we plan to stay in this shed every time things got too hard to discuss in our house?
Therese
man-trap . . . for Sven, I wondered. . .
Karin
Something turned out wrong !
Lorraine
I said in a stage whisper as I welcomed my friends who had turned up at the doorway. They never let me down and I was reminded that i was not ever alone in a crisis!
Joann Hanmer aka Cargo-Girl
But why did they all have such a smirk on their faces ?
Niki
Could it be that they just watched my video on folding sheets? Or could it be…
Cindy S.
No matter. I still had that carafe of chianti left over from Thanksgiving.
Kathy
Fella slipped into the bedroom to put his trousers back on while I rounded up some glasses for the chianti.
Melanie
As I entered the kitchen, something moving in the corner caught my eye.
Mary
It was the Fella’s Father, with a fork deep in the apple pie he was holding (a true pie, you see).
Jenny
Step away from that pie, I shouted!! There’s work to be done. I now had 3 burly men in the house to take care of my little problem in the dank – but well organized basement. The Fella with his gleaming teeth, his Father with his fork, and Sven with his low slung tool belt. Follow me to the celler boys, don’t be chicken…
Sue T.
Holding it with his crippled feet as he sat on the floor, the fork held as if it were a dagger, his eyes blood red, he was drooling profusely when suddenly…OMG ! NO! NO!
ruth
Sven checking out his bronzed oiled gorgeousness in the mirror missed seeing the top stair descending into the cellar and tumbled down taking the Fella with him and landed directly onto the fork which lodged in his…..
John C
…fuse box which he’d always meant to move from the bottom of the stairs (and update to 100 amp service and switch-breakers).
whisper
tool….belt. Sven let out a shriek like a little girl while clutching his tool belt with both hands. “No, no…not my custom made Doing Stuff toolbelt”, he sobbed.
Nicole2
Now we were in complete darkness and as I groped around to find a flashlight, I felt something crawl up my leg.
Tigersmom
It had landed dangerously close to where Karen lay in her pajamas in a heap on the floor waiting for someone to hand her her glass of wine that was out of reach.
Ruth
Blood gushed everywhere!
Ruth
Side-note: This is at the wrong place.
Erika
Cautiously, and with some trepidation, I skipped the glass and handed her the entire bottle.
Johonna
I looked around in shock as a giant hole in the basement floor opened up.
Anita
Chuckles the Chicken was digging an escape route from the backyard.
ruth
Chuckles knew a day like this had been coming for a while and had hatched a plan with her side kick Satay – a hen with special covert Ninja tricks up her wings.
Erika
This was apparently not her first attempt….I will never forget the shocked look on her guilty little face!
Beckie
And the gleeful cackle as she went about her sinister plot.
arlene
With a tiny little miners hat on – pick and axe in wings – Chuckles stared up at the three stooges with a bit of an upper hand in this ……
Bonnie
“Eep!”
Megan
a very awkward and disturbing situation that could lead to a tremendous moment of self-actualization… “Housework is work directly opposed to the possibility of human self-actualization.”
Ann Oakley
Mary Werner
No matter how much we poke and peck at this human trio, we are definitely NOT eating! We wouldn’t even be trying to leave if they would provide decent chicken food.
Suanne
she squawked, as Sven unimpaled himself from the fork, the Fella wiped the apple pie from his trousers, the Fella’s dad hollered out, “Where’s my pie, where’s my pie???” and Karen slithered to a corner, unable to process the horrid scene before her.
ruth
Which of course all chickens knew because they dont do any and wondered why humans thought themselves to have a superior intelligence – after all, look at them all stuck at the bottom of the stairs eating pie, drinking chianti, checking their biceps etc – it was up to the PRS (poultry rescue squad) to save the day….
FLP
If only it weren’t such a dark and stormy night things might have gone better. Unfortunately,….
Kim
And save it they did! In true chicken style they…
Thera
the PRS were too busy deciding if they will eat it (the apple pie) to do much of anything.
So Karen pulled herself together and…
Mary Kay
grabbed their precious tomatoes and ran to Karen to assist her with that bottle of wine, leaving the three men marveled or mistified by what they just witnessed. Crime or …
Debby
But what I had been ignoring, until my sub-consciousness put my conciousness on full alert, was that between my toes and fingers, little pin feathers were starting to appear. I’m not sure what alerted me first, the sensation of these pesky little barbs, or the fact that these appendages had an unmistakable smell, fragrance really, much like…
June
grime, those guys better get up from their sorry asses and help clean up this mess or there will be hell to pay
Liz Walter
Antojitos dipped in BBQ sauce, but how could that be? Uncle Swifty was still in Tibet!….
Rose
Suddenly, I had the perfect idea of what to do!
deb
gathering tomatoes and wrapping them up, one by one in the New York Times…but wait….what is this? Front page news…the fella…oh no…
Debbie Neal
I crawled out the escape hole into the yard. I looked up and saw that Sven had pulled up all of my newly planted winter vegetables. Arghhhhh! I took a huge swig of my Chianti (who needs a proper glass at a time like this?) and…
ev
I was BECOMING! Keeping quiet about the sprouting pin feathers, I would wait till I was fully fledged. At night I would practice, practice, practice! Soon there would be stories far and wide about a mysterious flying chicken woman!
Shari
But not before I found some mason jars in which to pour the Chianti… so unchicken-like to drink out of the bottle!
Linda
I don’t know how much longer I could keep my secret hidden, the fella couldn’t figure out what was going on why I was up half the night, but I had to practice, practice.
Diane
And I’m nothing if not civilized.
FLP
With difficulty, I refrained from referring to the fella as “salad bowl head” and gave him the benefit of the doubt. But doubt I did…
Jennifer
And eventually I gave in.
Karol
and as quickly as I could without too much conspicuousness…
celia
The chianti is starting to get to my head…I’m beginning to feel light headed. Wait! What’s that?!? Who’s there? Why, what, is that a…a..???
Diane
OMG……. it can’t be!!!!!!! But, it is!!!!!!!
Pati Gulat
to something I always said I would NEVER give in to…
Kim
I sank down onto the kitchen floor, spoon in hand and polished off the last of the white trash salad. Now I was able to think more clearly.
Barbara
But wait … what’s this hiding in the salad? Could it be …
Janie Farmer
Until Chuckles ran in screaming at the top of her little squeaky voice…”MY EGG, MY EGG, SOMEBODY STOLE MY EGG!
Joyce
The center ruby from the queen’s stolen tiera!
Mary
Then it began to rain and the sump pump came on…
Erika
everything suddenly became dead quiet, a thick cloud of guilt and suspicion hung in the air like a bad fart.
Kelly Beaudoin
Is he wearing CHICKEN FEATHERS??!!
Anna
and Chuckles got stuck in the drain! OH NO! What to do?! Karen runs around like a, well, like a headless chicken and…
Lin N
With a chianti buzz and me sprouting feathers, the fella wondering what the hell is going on, Sven running half naked through my garden and fella’s father in the basement weeping over the missing pie, I thought, maybe I’d phone my mother or sister but then that thought was cut off by a maniacal scream…
ruth
Yep and you guessed it – with the sump pump working overtime, Chuckles stuck in the drain…the pressure was building so fast that no-one had time to do anything other than say ‘Holy guacomole’ followed by a thundering BOOM as the sump…
jan
Sucked up chuckles and was going for the fella
Karen
Being a Bogs Ambasador I knew I had to take control of the situation.
Dawna Jones
Should I save the fella,or cave into the fact that I clearly always have had a secret passion for that god damn handsome Sven,I wiped the stench of death off my face and put a plan into action……..
Anne
when the fella suddenly remembered to inflate the sides of his skin tight super hero tee shirt that I bought at the Dollar-ama….he couldn’t be pulled into the unknown
Brenda J. M
at that moment I lost it…pulled on my bogs and ran out to the wet garden; in search of
toni
thump….thump….squish….thump…thump…squish.
Good thing I have my boots on….
jan
Chuckles who had been spit out of the sump pump line.
Heather
The dollarama saves the day and my fella! Or at least the inflatable I bought him from there did
Patti
I squeesed my eyes tightly shut and slowly opened them…..I was under my raw linen sheets and all was normal…It was a dream. But was it?
Bonnie G.
Must have been a dream because the sheets are actually 850 thread count Egyption cotton!
Melanie H
“What a hot mess.” I exclaimed.
everythingguru
Suddeenly I came to my senses and thought ‘aha! I live in the carribean!’ So I put my Bogs on and took Sven, my chicken, the bottle of Chianti and a fifth of gin, a bag of doritos, some Kale from my garden and my jar to make 10 minute butter in and headed to the beach with some suntan lotion and a bucket…
Bonnie G.
Sorry, typo!
twistyprincess
I put suntan lotion on Sven