Friday, January 06, 2006

Something Fun, Maybe?

Not sure if you're interested, but I thought we could 'write' a story. I'll start it with a first line in the comments section, and feel free to continue with it, but with no profanities, and possible humor would be good. Later this weekend, I'll choose a number, and that will be the last poster who will have to end the story.

Rules: You write three to five sentences. No profanity.

Let's see if this'll work.

34 comments:

MaNiC MoMMy™ said...

Kay gritted her teeth as she sliced her morning orange. She knew it was going to be a bad day -- the kids missed the bus, the cleaning lady quit, and Brutus came in smelling like skunk.

I'll never make it to the appointment in time, she thought, and then looked down suddenly, shocked. Crimson rivers traveled across the cutting board and a terrible sting seized her; blood and citrus mixing. Kay had just amputated the tip of her pinky finger.

MaNiC MoMMy™ said...

Oh, and indicate a number before you post, so the next one to post, please type a 2 before your lines.

Erin said...

2. She cried out in pain, rushing to the sink to clean her wound. She watched in fascinated horror as her blood mixed with the running water.

It seemed like she had only been standing there a moment when she heard John come in. He wasn't supposed to be home from work yet; night shift wasn't over until 11.

Her body tensed as she felt him come up behind her. She lived her life torn between love and fear of the father of her children.

Anonymous said...

3. John came into the kitchen behind Kay and grabbed her by the hips. She jumped a little as he grabbed her, and both water and thicker blood splashed onto her previously white shirt.

sarah
http://www.silentqueuedesign.com/babyblog

MaNiC MoMMy™ said...

[Joel--NO COMMENTS FROM THE PEANUT GALLERY! LOL... Now, contribute something!!!]

Sugarmama said...

4. "Did I scare you?" he whispered, grinning into her ear. "Alice gone already? You're not busy, are you? I've got some news." He spun her around, then took in the blood spattered on her shirt, the blood still streaming down her hand. "Jesus, what happened to you?" he barked.

MaNiC MoMMy™ said...

[OMG, I'm loving this! Can't wait to see what happens next! I have no idea where this is going! Come on, ADD A PARAGRAPH!]

Ben O. said...

5. "I was just chopping up some cucumber and I guess I nicked my finger. Here, give it a kiss." She extended her finger up to his waiting lips. That's when she smelled the perfume wafting out from his collar as he leaned over to kiss her boo-boo.

"What the hell is that? Please tell me that you didn't go back to her. Please tell me all of those sessions were not a complete waste of my time." She was all teeth and nails now, and he felt like he was sliding back from her in slow motion. "Well? I'm waiting."

Anonymous said...

6. John grabbed her wrist hard as while he grabbed a towel to wrap her hand in. "Kay now is not the time, and I don't think you should start with me, do you?" John squeezed her hand harder to make his point. "Go to the doctor you will need stiches, I will be here when you get back. Cucumbers huh? These look like oranges to me."
Kay's eyes had filled with tears, not for her finger, but for what awaited her return. "I was thinking about getting some cucumbers for the salad tonight, I was a little mixed up when I said that. I'm sorry."

MaNiC MoMMy™ said...

[GREAT! I was wondering how it went from morning and oranges to cucumbers! Nice going Charity!]

Anonymous said...

LOL This is fun!

Ben O. said...

Sorry, I'm an idiot. Thanks for picking up the slack.

Ben O.

It's moving along nicely.

Christa said...

7. Kay felt the familiar form in her throat that she could only assume was her heart. It seemed to reside there, somewhere in her esophagus, cutting off her precious air supply. Ever since John's affair, ever since the marriage counseling and ever since the makeup became more for bruises than for beauty, she'd felt that lump in her throat whenever he was near.

Tonight, though, she knew it was also there for another reason. She turned her back to John, seemingly to reach into the drawer that housed the Spongebob Squarepants band-aids.

"Seriously, honey, you need stitches, not just Spongebob..." His voice trailed as his eye caught the gleam of a silvery object in her hands.

(This is an awesome idea, Steph! I'm gonna start one on mine! Send these people over!)

Jess Riley said...

8. John's heartbeat began to sprint, but he relaxed when he saw what Kay was holding. I should have known, he thought, and snorted. "Kay, if you're going to kill me," he said, "at least use the Wusthof. I didn't take you to see Essence of Emeril live and buy the official Emeril Wusthof so you could go Mommie Dearest on me with that serrated piece of crap from Ikea."

But Kay had a secret: she'd taken knife juggling in 4-H back in 1982. And she was holding more than the econoknife from Ikea.

Anonymous said...

I'm hooked! What happen's next?

I may try this at home.

sarah
http://www.silentqueuedesign.com/babyblog

MaNiC MoMMy™ said...

Okay guys, let's give this a few more entries to come up with an ending--the person who gets to post number 15 has to end the story. Then I'll post the whole thing on the blog. Also, feel free to use this idea on your blogs, and let me know you have so I can play too! If you'd be so kind, send YOUR readers a link to Manic Mom to tell them you got the idea from moi.

Too fun! This might be a monthly addition (I almost wrote addiction!) to MM. Cheers everyone, and the next Commenters--show us whatcha got guys!

MaNiC MoMMy™ said...

If you wanna play on a different blog progressive story, go to Christa's at http://christaleigh.blogspot.com/

Kelly said...

I've tried to come up with something to keep this story going... but I can't keep up with this writing crowd. Y'all are just way too talented for me. I guess I'll just settle for being a reader.

Ben O. said...

10. (I assume that we can come back and add even more?)

Her first marriage was the picture of submission and she was fed up. This time it would be different.

"No, I think you are going to apologize. I want to hear you say that you are sorry." She elegantly switched the knife to her other hand. "I can't believe that I actually believed that you could stay away from her. I'm such a fool. I want some honesty from you . . . Mister!"

Ben O.

MaNiC MoMMy™ said...

[Ooh, Ben, Feisty--I like how you threw in that MISTER!

Christa said...

11. It was all getting to be too much. He knew he had pressed his luck with this one, and just as it was with the others- the 'others' Kay knew nothing about- it was time to get rid of her.

Even though he had been a paper pusher at the precinct for more than a year, he still packed the heat. In a move smoother than silk he swiped a pile of magazines from the island to the floor, and in bending down grabbed his .22 from it's home on his left calf.

With nothing more than a cold look and firm grip, he ripped off three rounds in Kay's direction. The "pop-pop-pop" of a gun always amazed him. Amused him. Perhaps even turned him on.

A crack shot for year, he expected pieces of Kay to be all over the marble backsplash and oak cabinets. Instead, almost in a daze, he realized that every shot had missed.

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Anonymous said...

12. After Kay relaxed from the gun shots, she looked at John. She had recovered in time to see the shocked expression on John's face.

He had shot her? No there wasn't any blood, she didn't feel any pain...and then her eyes began to glaze over. It was then Kay realized what it meant to see red.

Kay threw the knife she still had grasped in her had. John screamed and smiling she picked up another knife.

"Its time to play my game now John."

Anonymous said...

LOL I should read it over again before I post it, so I won't have to delete it and try again!

Anonymous said...

13. As John reeled from the pain of the kitchen knife now embedded in his thigh, the truth dawned on him. He had hit her. Twice in the chest, though the third shot had missed and taken out the cow-shaped cookie jar resting on the counter. But she wasn't bleeding. His docile, innocent housewife was wearing a bulletproof vest under that Anne Klein blouse!

Bulletproof vest? Knife juggling? No submission? Who was this woman whom he thought he'd known all these years?

Anonymous said...

I am not sure if #15 is good for an ending...this is getting a little deeper! Love the bullet proof vest!

Ben O. said...

Now I feel like it is the lottery or duck, duck goose. I find that I actually want to be # 15 and bring this baby home.

Do I hear a #14 out there?

Ben O.

Christa said...

I'll bite.

14. Had the player been played? John felt a vein in his temple throbbing with anger and confusion. Just then, the door that connected the garage to the kitchen burst open.

(HA! Is anyone else having the most fun trying to leave it hanging in such a way that the next person can do something TOTALLY different from what you are thinking???)

MaNiC MoMMy™ said...

AGH! I SOOOOO want to finish it with a final paragraph but don't think it's fair since I started it. But I would have a good way of wrapping it all up...

So, next one reading, and please, if you've already done a paragraph, leave the last one to a new contributor, GO AHEAD AND FINISH OFF THE STORY!

MaNiC MoMMy™ said...

But hey, if no one contributes the 15th entry by 10 p.m. central time tonight, Ben. O, you've got the go-ahead to finish this baby off!

J C said...

well, i was gonna contribute on this, but i REALLY don't feel comfortable writing the ending

so someone else, step right up!

fin said...

...and the necklace turned out to be fake.

Ben O. said...

15. She Froze. He Froze. Footsteps rattled the tiny kitchen. After what seemed like an eternity, she came walking in. Kay's identical twin sister (who Kay always thought looked a little bit pudgier through the neck).

"I thought we agreed that you would just take the money and leave her? You still love her don't you . . . that's why you came back during the daytime. So you could see her one last time."

Kay felt cold and detached, not realizing that her bleeding had stopped. She had submitted before, but even so, she knew there was about to be a whole lot more blood on her yellow and blue tile.

The End?

Ben O.

Anonymous said...

Delightful, enticing, and made me laugh out loud. Loved it.