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!

  51. Beckie says:

    And the gleeful cackle as she went about her sinister plot.

  52. arlene says:

    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 ……

  53. Bonnie says:

    “Eep!”

  54. Megan says:

    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

  55. Mary Werner says:

    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.

  56. Suanne says:

    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.

  57. ruth says:

    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….

  58. FLP says:

    If only it weren’t such a dark and stormy night things might have gone better. Unfortunately,….

  59. Kim says:

    And save it they did! In true chicken style they…

  60. Thera says:

    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…

  61. Mary Kay says:

    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 …

  62. Debby says:

    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…

  63. June says:

    grime, those guys better get up from their sorry asses and help clean up this mess or there will be hell to pay

  64. Liz Walter says:

    Antojitos dipped in BBQ sauce, but how could that be? Uncle Swifty was still in Tibet!….

  65. Rose says:

    Suddenly, I had the perfect idea of what to do!

  66. deb says:

    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…

  67. Debbie Neal says:

    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…

  68. ev says:

    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!

  69. Shari says:

    But not before I found some mason jars in which to pour the Chianti… so unchicken-like to drink out of the bottle!

  70. Linda says:

    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.

  71. Diane says:

    And I’m nothing if not civilized.

  72. FLP says:

    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…

  73. Jennifer says:

    And eventually I gave in.

  74. Karol says:

    and as quickly as I could without too much conspicuousness…

  75. celia says:

    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..???

  76. Diane says:

    OMG……. it can’t be!!!!!!! But, it is!!!!!!!

  77. Pati Gulat says:

    to something I always said I would NEVER give in to…

  78. Kim says:

    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.

  79. Barbara says:

    But wait … what’s this hiding in the salad? Could it be …

  80. Janie Farmer says:

    Until Chuckles ran in screaming at the top of her little squeaky voice…”MY EGG, MY EGG, SOMEBODY STOLE MY EGG!

  81. Joyce says:

    The center ruby from the queen’s stolen tiera!

  82. Mary says:

    Then it began to rain and the sump pump came on…

  83. Erika says:

    everything suddenly became dead quiet, a thick cloud of guilt and suspicion hung in the air like a bad fart.

  84. Kelly Beaudoin says:

    Is he wearing CHICKEN FEATHERS??!!

  85. Anna says:

    and Chuckles got stuck in the drain! OH NO! What to do?! Karen runs around like a, well, like a headless chicken and…

  86. Lin N says:

    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…

  87. ruth says:

    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…

  88. jan says:

    Sucked up chuckles and was going for the fella

  89. Karen says:

    Being a Bogs Ambasador I knew I had to take control of the situation.

  90. Dawna Jones says:

    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……..

  91. Anne says:

    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

  92. Brenda J. M says:

    at that moment I lost it…pulled on my bogs and ran out to the wet garden; in search of

  93. toni says:

    thump….thump….squish….thump…thump…squish.
    Good thing I have my boots on….

  94. jan says:

    Chuckles who had been spit out of the sump pump line.

  95. Heather says:

    The dollarama saves the day and my fella! Or at least the inflatable I bought him from there did

  96. Patti says:

    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?

  97. Bonnie G. says:

    Must have been a dream because the sheets are actually 850 thread count Egyption cotton!

  98. Melanie H says:

    “What a hot mess.” I exclaimed.

  99. everythingguru says:

    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…

  100. Bonnie G. says:

    Sorry, typo!

  101. Shauna says:

    And why by the light from a crack of lightening can I see that there are tiny marshmallows all over my bed?

  102. Kaela says:

    Then I remembered, I’ve got to fold the laundry! Darn, I’ve gotta watch that damn video that Karen did on how to fold those fitted sheets!

  103. stephanie says:

    CHAPTER TWO

  104. Jeannie B. says:

    dill chips

  105. DzynByJules says:

    but…WILL THEY EAT IT???????

  106. Scouty says:

    But no, not doritos, where are the dill pickle chips? Is that the fella’s father with the dip?

  107. karenagain says:

    I ran to the kitchen, rifled around under the sink desperate to find the Febreeze.

  108. Wendy says:

    I’m gonna dig me some clams!

  109. Shelley says:

    I quickly grabbed the Maldon salt and the beginnings of another quinoa salad..

  110. everythingguru again says:

    But quinoe salad doesn’t go well with gin so I also grabbed some pizza sauce to emulsify the mixture while on the beach with my butter jar – this way the clams I find will have a nice sauce to go along with the butter I make.

  111. Jane C. says:

    Or was there? Down at my feet on the ground I noticed several tufts of black fur and chicken feathers.

  112. Maria says:

    Why didn’t I get that new refrigerator?

  113. Shauna says:

    What is this black fur. Are the cats and chickens hatching a plan to escape again? Or, was it some wild party gone terribly terribly wrong?

  114. gloria says:

    I was having trouble thinking straight, hmmm, sunstroke, no doubt. Blast this blazing Caribbean sun! What we needed was a nice mellow week at the cabin. Yeah, that’s the ticket.

  115. jan says:

    At least I thought I did. I shook my head and realized I’d imagined it all as I sttod there in my granny panties rubbing calamine lotion all over my bug bites.

  116. nancyeileen says:

    To heck with the Chianti, I thought to myself. If I was going to conquer this situation, I’d have to regain my confidence – so I stripped off my pilled-filled Christms sweater and Sven’s leash (he’s a wanderer, that chicken)and THEN hit the beach

  117. Jamie says:

    , one thing lead to another… and

  118. Everythingguru again says:

    A clam bit me on my toe!

  119. estee says:

    ..as he was throwing meat on the BBQ..

  120. Jake says:

    He was just about done when a voice behind us yelled …..

  121. Claudia Bianchi says:

    Look out for the gigantic flying naked man

  122. Laura Bee says:

    I was going to be crushed, but thankfully he landed in that damn maple tree, knocking down 1,478,927 more leaved that I would have to rake after this fiasco was over.

  123. jan says:

    “They sure don’t make bunge cords like they used to”, he said as he rolled out of the bushes to the right of the maple.

  124. Marcia says:

    Cutting his head open on the spile and hook sticking out of the tree; just where was the sugaring bucket anyway?

  125. everythingguru again says:

    Ah yes, now I remember, the sugar bucket was on the damn beach because I am in the caribbean so I ambled back to the beach in my bogs to meet up with Sven so he could put some homemade 10 minute butter on my clam toe bite when all of the sudden…

  126. Rktrix says:

    At some point, all I could do was enjoy the beach, the smell of butter on fella and on feathers, and the nice chianti while allowing the variable weather to blow over. Everything.

  127. Denise griffiths says:

    Well apart from when a dirty great flash of lightening revealed……..

  128. Carole McGinnis says:

    A baby doll head with green glowing eyes.

  129. Kathy says:

    She had a huge, learing grin that made me feel as if she wanted to bite everything from the ankle up.

  130. Barbie says:

    Then suddenly appeared off in the distance….the Mercedes Benz of refrigerators! The Meneghini slowly lifting itself as it were out of the deep blue of the ocean floor!

  131. Ann Marie says:

    I couldn’t help myself from staring but, all I could think about was how much those eyes reminded me of the zebra stripe green tomatoes that I had put in a basket this morning carefully layered with newspaper so I might enjoy them in December.

  132. Jasmine says:

    I ambled over to the fridge and cracked open one of the beautifully made french doors.

  133. Jane says:

    I felt a chill as the cold air of the fridge rushed against my face, I felt cold, colder and colder and I realized there was a icy cold breeze swirling about the entire room!

  134. mimiindublin says:

    only to find a bottle of wine and a shoe inside

  135. Leanne says:

    All of a sudden I heard a loud clucking. I felt a vibration in my pocket and I jumped. After a second I realized it was just my phone. It was my Mother calling about a recipe from a cookbook I know for a fact she had never read let alone used. I felt the little feathers on the top of my tongue stand up. (Don’t judge me. It’s a symptom of Lickachickenitis – a rare disease contracted from excessive chicken lickin) As she began to list the necessary ingredients my chicken senses told me this was no ordinary brew… 1 stolen vegetable from a neighbor’s garden, 1 egg dropped from a chicken directly into the pot, 1 drop of sweat from the Fella’s brow and the most important secret ingredient…. 2 ________

  136. Leanne says:

    (I just remembered you only wantd one sentence. oops. just pick one 😉 )

  137. Eric says:

    then, I opened the freezer section…
    and gleefully remembered, much to my relief, that I had decided to freeze, for just such a moment….

  138. Nancy Blue Moon says:

    the Fella’s salad bowl head…

  139. Theresa says:

    the grapes from last years harvest.

  140. Jane says:

    two frog legs, a black shoe lace, four carrot tops, juice of two kiwis and a half pound of……

  141. DzynByJules says:

    …swamp grass fished out of the pond, with a side of lampshade that was easily converted into a one of a kind original dollar store work of art chandelier!

  142. DzynByJules says:

    The super bizarre life sized guitar playing clown at Christie’s would have been proud…

  143. mickey says:

    And they all lived happily ever after.

  144. Karen says:

    But wait……sticking through the swamp grass was a bloody and frost bitten finger (I knew it was a finger due to the chipped purple nail polish it brandished), that when followed led to an equally withered and disgusting hand…….

  145. kate - v says:

    …a half a pound of brussels sprouts!

  146. ruth says:

    knowing that brussel sprouts were devils food and the fella screaming about something wrong with his foot from the gym and infected orifices in the same sentence, Karen knew that the devil was at work in her newly remodelled repurposed Caribeann getaway so it was vital that she….

  147. everythingguru again says:

    go back to the beach, have a dorito and wash it down with a swig of gin!

  148. Liz says:

    Which appeared to be pointing in the direction of the decrepit shack belonging to the local swamp rat, Juan des’ Jones-Smith. (sigh)

  149. everythingguru again says:

    No! Not Juan Des Jones-smith!! My long lost brother of my father’s wifes cousins best friends uncles girlfriends step mothers brother in law who just so happens to know Sven — I must get back to the beach to…

  150. Karen says:

    As handsome as Juan des’ Jones-Smith (sigh) was, I knew I must resist his eyes, and keep focused on the *fellas* salad head.

  151. everythingguru again says:

    Don’t you see! I’m TRYING to get back to the beach – the salad head is in the fridge – we’ll worry about the salad head later because I need my gin now and it’s on the beach! With Juan Des Jones-Smith Sigh

  152. Maggie says:

    Grab my wine and get the hell out of there! After all….no one, not even Juan, no one could fix a vacuum like me. I was needed back in Oh Canada! Just then, I felt something tighten around my neck. “No Juan”! I screamed!

  153. everythingguru again says:

    Then whacked him on the head with the bag of doritoes and

  154. Angela Meyer says:

    dreamed about past hot and steamy nights in South Florida, al long time ago, in a galaxy far away…

  155. Susan says:

    As I stood in my well organized kitchen with my chicken, Cuddles eating my bag of Dill pickle chips rolling out the pastry for the latest true pie….cherry… I imagined the fella doing the yard work for me as he designed the shelves for my dry but organized basement all the while folding those ridiculous fitted sheets…awww such a dream!

  156. ruth says:

    but i knew in dreams you wake up and this was no dream, it must have been the hypoxia from Juans hands being wrapped around my throat and squeezing tightly that caused scantily clad Sven to yell something out in Danish that can never be repeated and he thrust himself at Juan whilst holding the poorly folded bed linen in his bronzed muscular hands…

  157. ruth says:

    before a long painful silence in communication occurred, no-one said anything but then fellas dad who had been sleeping off his pie and trash stepped into the fray and….

  158. Jack says:

    quietly replied, “In the forty years that I have been moderating these debates I have never been exposed to such “clap trap”. How can any of you……….

  159. Carolyn says:

    understand what is going on here. I’ve never been so confused in all my life…except that one time when I woke up in…

  160. Mary Werner says:

    My son, my little iron man, you never come to see me anymore since your always working out for the “big event” or at the doctors office – so I had to come visit while your wifey was hallucinating and you were staying home to care for her, and wait a minute, can I have some pie and why are you stirring the white trash salad with that crutch?

  161. Lucky says:

    my birthday suit in the middle of central park. They said dance like no one is watching. Who knew they didn’t mean that literally? Now here I am stuck in a nightmare of epic proportions with my…..

  162. Erika says:

    dollar store gift card, a chicken wing and a prayer.

  163. ruth says:

    which all (except for the prayer) conveniently fitted into one of the hacked Country Living style baskets i had made in case of an emergency situation like this.

  164. Erin says:

    Well I guess I’ll eat the wing and the say a prayer that no one notices me as I stroll through the dollar store

  165. Kat says:

    And the moral of the story is…

  166. Everythingguru again says:

    And as I perused the mason jar shelf I decided To title my next Blog ‘Attention Deficit Disorder.’

  167. kate says:

    …never, never eat brussles spouts before going to bed…

  168. Irma de Visser says:

    The end.

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