It was a dark and stormy night …

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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178 Comments

  1. Tanya Stewart says:

    There was NO GOOD reason for me to be so nervous.

  2. Brynne says:

    And I still couldn’t get over the uncomfortable feeling that I still wasn’t quite sure why.

  3. Sarah says:

    I mean, it only hurts a little, but sometimes that’s not a bad thing.

  4. Sandy says:

    I used the alleyway to and from my home every day since I was a child.

  5. Laura McG. says:

    But I’d never done it with some who had such a huge…blog following.

  6. Shauna says:

    The night was still, frogs were croaking an eerie tune in the misty night.

  7. Kirsten says:

    It usually smelled rank and musty, but today it smelled like the cheap perfume you use to cover up an odor.

    • everythingguru says:

      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

  8. Aimee says:

    This morning, however, goose bumps covered my arms the moment I turned the corner.

  9. Marcia O'Duggan says:

    The chickens appeared to be tucked in soundly despite the howling wind whipping at the well build coop’s door.

  10. amy says:

    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.

  11. Lani says:

    Sure, no one but me could hear or see them, but they had never let me down yet.

  12. darlene says:

    Oh Dear ~ There is a knock at the door and who would be up and out at this time of night?

  13. Lynne says:

    After all, what are enemies for ?

  14. Jenny says:

    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!

  15. Raymonde says:

    As luck would have it, that’s when I saw a huge butterfly coming right at me!

  16. Tanya K. Hudson says:

    It’s enormous, fluttering wings pulled the air from all around me spinning leaves and small pebbles into the air!

  17. amanda says:

    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.

  18. gloria says:

    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?

  19. Patty says:

    I was frightened by the weather but gleeful to pull on my new Bogs in the mist.

  20. White says:

    Alleyways, chickens, inclement weather, and I’m standing there with a hammer in my hands…my mind is definitely Bog-gled, for once.

  21. Samantha says:

    And then I woke up.

  22. ruth says:

    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….

  23. Agnes says:

    to invite him in for a nice refreshing yogurt popcicle.

  24. MJ says:

    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.

  25. Marlea says:

    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.

  26. Elise says:

    “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 says:

      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,

  27. Carey says:

    the fella, reading “a thousand shades of gray.” what in the world? I asked. I could have sworn he was out building a…

  28. Karin says:

    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?

  29. Therese says:

    man-trap . . . for Sven, I wondered. . .

  30. Karin says:

    Something turned out wrong !

  31. Lorraine says:

    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!

  32. But why did they all have such a smirk on their faces ?

  33. Niki says:

    Could it be that they just watched my video on folding sheets? Or could it be…

  34. Cindy S. says:

    No matter. I still had that carafe of chianti left over from Thanksgiving.

  35. Kathy says:

    Fella slipped into the bedroom to put his trousers back on while I rounded up some glasses for the chianti.

  36. Melanie says:

    As I entered the kitchen, something moving in the corner caught my eye.

  37. Mary says:

    It was the Fella’s Father, with a fork deep in the apple pie he was holding (a true pie, you see).

  38. Jenny says:

    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…

  39. Sue T. says:

    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!

  40. ruth says:

    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…..

  41. John C says:

    …fuse box which he’d always meant to move from the bottom of the stairs (and update to 100 amp service and switch-breakers).

  42. whisper says:

    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.

  43. Nicole2 says:

    Now we were in complete darkness and as I groped around to find a flashlight, I felt something crawl up my leg.

  44. Tigersmom says:

    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.

  45. Ruth says:

    Blood gushed everywhere!

  46. Erika says:

    Cautiously, and with some trepidation, I skipped the glass and handed her the entire bottle.

  47. Johonna says:

    I looked around in shock as a giant hole in the basement floor opened up.

  48. Anita says:

    Chuckles the Chicken was digging an escape route from the backyard.

  49. ruth says:

    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.

  50. Erika says:

    This was apparently not her first attempt….I will never forget the shocked look on her guilty little face!

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