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OK, I'm kind of sick of the angst on many of the political threads brought on by myself in many cases:tongue_smilie:. So here is an attempt to try something fun.

I'll write the first line to a story and you all chime in with a line or two at a time. Please be creative:D. We can give it a title when we're all done.

 

Here goes:

 

The sirens sounded long and loud as John and Mary emerged tremulously from the blazing wreckage.

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"Did you get it?" Mary asked nervously, looking over her shoulder. They both paused and surveyed the scene, condsidering the odds of their getting away unnoticed. "Should we split up?" John said without much enthusiam.

 

"Split up?!" cried Mary. "On the very eve of the election?! John, we've come this far ~ we can't stop now. We've suffered through hours of McCain/Palin rallies. We've lambasted socialism with the best of 'em. We did it all, John, for this day. This shining moment of glory. You and me, big boy," she slipped out of her heels and and slowly rubbed her right foot up John's leg. "Splitting up now isn't the kind of change I had in mind."

 

(So sorry, girls. I just couldn't resist.;))

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Or were they??? Suddenly, a hoard of hideous black beetles swarmed around them attracted by Mary's glittering shoes.

 

"Are you kidding me with this," John sputtered in exasperated rage, "You wore the shoes again? Even after the incident in Gary, Indiana?"

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"Let's just ditch the stuff in the ocean and find somewhere to wait for the others," babbled Mary who was beginning to look paler and paler since the ferris wheel disaster. John steadied her but to no avail as she slipped from his grasp and into the churning water below that she so dreaded.

 

John realized that their mission was more important than their love. He gently slipped the messenger bag over Mary's shoulders, kissed her gently on the forehead and swam on to his destination, hoping the grueling swim would ease his sense of loss.

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John realized that their mission was more important than their love. He gently slipped the messenger bag over Mary's shoulders, kissed her gently on the forehead and swam on to his destination, hoping the grueling swim would ease his sense of loss.

As the weight of the bag began pulling her down below the surface of the water, Mary suddenly remembered her inflatable life vest.

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John realized that their mission was more important than their love. He gently slipped the messenger bag over Mary's shoulders, kissed her gently on the forehead and swam on to his destination, hoping the grueling swim would ease his sense of loss.

"Tubal, here I come!" shouted John valiantly. He could just see the opposite shore and every stroke with his left arm reminded him that his right arm had been torn off in the tragic ferris wheel debacle. He just hoped the tourniquet would last a little longer.

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Singlehandedly, John pulled himself onto land resting only momentarily to check the tourniquet and eat a banana.

 

***editor's note: going to bed, can't wait to see how this turns out in the morning"

 

The banana reminded him of his greater purpose. He discarded the peel and was about to move inland when a voice shouted above the night, "Hey Bloke, is this your rubbish?"

 

John panicked. There was no way he was in Tubal, Arkansas.

 

***singlehandedly! SNORT.*****

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Meawhile, back at the smoldering wreckage, paramedic and fire investigator Braxton Hix, called to the scene at the end of a 24-hour shift, surveyed the damage and sighed a piteous, exhausted sigh.

 

(Sorry, ladies: My allegiance is always with the poor rescue chappies! :D)

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Meawhile, back at the smoldering wreckage, paramedic and fire investigator Braxton Hix, called to the scene at the end of a 24-hour shift, surveyed the damage and sighed a piteous, exhausted sigh.

 

(Sorry, ladies: My allegiance is always with the poor rescue chappies! :D)

 

"There it is, finally. Hey Rain, it's over here," called Braxton to his able-bodied partner Acid Rain as he spied the steel box, slightly melted but still somewhat intact.

Meanwhile, John and Mary reunited joyously on the shore of the English Channel.

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"Oh, John", cried Mary, soaked to the skin yet triumphant over her hydrophobia, "We need to get you medical attention for your stump, maybe this British Bobbie can help us."

"No!" John whispered in reply, "We can not let on how my arm was tangled in the ferris wheel prior to the collapse. We can't tell him anything!"

 

***I was crying this morning when I read how the story went last night. Keep it going while I'm at work today!****:lol:

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"Oh, Mary, I thought I'd lost you!" John wept.

"Your arm, John!", Mary gasped, seeing his exposed raw wound.

"It's okay, love, I'm left-handed", he reassured her. "How did you make it out?"

"I just knew I wasn't ready to go, that my time was not up", cried Mary, still wrapped tightly in his arm, "when I launched the floatation vest". John's embrace loosened as he stood back from her. "That thing worked?", he asked, suprised.

"John, whatever are you implying? Why wouldn't it have?" said Mary, now thoroughly bewildered.

"I'll explain later - right now we have company! RUN!", he hollered as he raced ahead of her, almost dragging her behind him by the hand.

"John! Please! I can't keep up!" she cried.

 

On the other side of the world, Braxton and Rain eyed the steel box suspiciously, cautious of what may lie within. They were anxious for answers, but weary of the cost.

Edited by Annabel Lee
Can't believe I typed "weeped".
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Mary and John raced to a deserted conveniently located next to a "do-it-yourself prosthetic" shop. "This is great," exclaimed John, "We can rest here for the night and go get me a new arm in the morning."

"Yes, I am so exhausted and there is still so far to go. Do you think the others will find us? I wish we did not leave that box behind, it will ruin us I tell you, just ruin us if it is ever opened."

 

Hix and Rain brought the steel box back to their fire department and called in the local bomb squad for a strange red wire was protruding from one side and a strange music could be heard within the container.

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Hix and Rain leaned cautiously over the box as they strained to hear and make sense of the music that was coming from inside. Little by little, they began to make out the words...

 

Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew?

Cover it with choc'late and a miracle or two

The Candy Man, oh the Candy Man can

The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good

 

Both men looked up at each other in horror, and said simultaneously, "You know what this means, don't you????....."

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Sammy Davis Jr. or Wiilie Wonka is in the box? They open the box and they see an arm snapping to the music.....

There was also a left ear and the two firefighters turned detectives tried to piece it all together now. Whose ear? Whose arm? For that answer they would need to look across the English Channel.....to Tubal.

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There was also a left ear and the two firefighters turned detectives tried to piece it all together now. Whose ear? Whose arm? For that answer they would need to look across the English Channel.....to Tubal.

 

Meanwhile, back at the ranch...er, do-it-yourself prosthetic shop....

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"Dammit, John, think of the mission! Besides, those fingernails could come in handy. Now come on, we're wasting time!"

 

Leaving the shop, they knew the most dangerous part of their mission was still ahead of them. They needed to make their way to The One. Would he be pleased with their part? They shivered to think what would happen to them if not . . .

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"Tubal, here I come!" shouted John valiantly. He could just see the opposite shore and every stroke with his left arm reminded him that his right arm had been torn off in the tragic ferris wheel debacle. He just hoped the tourniquet would last a little longer.

 

:lol:Bwhahahahaha:lol:

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