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.


Comments are now closed.


  1. Beckie says:

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

  2. 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 ……

  3. Bonnie says:


  4. 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

  5. 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.

  6. 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.

  7. 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….

  8. FLP says:

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

  9. Kim says:

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

  10. 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…

  11. 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 …

  12. 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…

  13. 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

  14. Liz Walter says:

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

  15. Rose says:

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

  16. 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…

  17. 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…

  18. 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!

  19. 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!

  20. 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.

  21. Diane says:

    And I’m nothing if not civilized.

  22. 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…

  23. Jennifer says:

    And eventually I gave in.

  24. Karol says:

    and as quickly as I could without too much conspicuousness…

  25. 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..???

  26. Diane says:

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

  27. Pati Gulat says:

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

  28. 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.

  29. Barbara says:

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

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

  31. Joyce says:

    The center ruby from the queen’s stolen tiera!

  32. Mary says:

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

  33. Erika says:

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

  34. Kelly Beaudoin says:

    Is he wearing CHICKEN FEATHERS??!!

  35. 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…

  36. 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…

  37. 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…

  38. jan says:

    Sucked up chuckles and was going for the fella

  39. Karen says:

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

  40. 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……..

  41. 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

  42. Brenda J. M says:

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

  43. toni says:

    Good thing I have my boots on….

  44. jan says:

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

  45. Heather says:

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

  46. 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?

  47. Bonnie G. says:

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

  48. Melanie H says:

    “What a hot mess.” I exclaimed.

  49. 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…

  50. Bonnie G. says:

    Sorry, typo!

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