March 4, 2005
Round Robin Friday
This works on paper, and in email, but I have no idea how it will work as a blog thing. Usually what happens is someone starts a story, then passes it on to the next person, and they write a snippet before passing it on, and so and so forth. Now normally, you can only read the snippet from the person before you, so that when you put it all together you get something more than a little odd. Since there's no way to hide previous comments, you'll just have to be on the honour system and try not and read all the comments before yours. (assuming anyone participates, that is!) At the end of it all, I'll finish it and post all of it in one entry. Hey, it's something to do on a rainy Friday! And it just might be fun. Maybe.
To see the beginning of the story, click on the extended entry.
It was a dark and rainy afternoon, and Mitzie was just sitting down to her computer, getting ready to do a little blogging. Unexpectedly, the doorbell rang. Mitzie went to the door, wondering who could possibly be visiting her today of all days. She opened the door, gasping in shock at seeing who it was.....
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Posted by Ithildin at March 4, 2005 12:29 PM | PROCURE FINE OLD WORLD ABSINTHE
Her ex-husband stood like a ghost in the doorway.
Seaweed sticking to his blanched wet skin. She really should have made sure he was dead before dumping his body in the river, she thought just before he shot her dead.
Posted by: Rue at March 4, 2005 1:08 PM(oops, sorry, forgot the last sentence)
He then heard a sound. Someone else was in the house ...
Posted by: Rue at March 4, 2005 1:10 PM...Otto, Mitzie's pet monkey, leapt off the loft ledge onto the ex-husband's gun, inadvertently shooting the remaining bullets into the wall before running under the computer desk. Otto sat by Mitzie's cold knees, gibbering and clasping the still-warm weapon in his monkey grip. Startled, the ex dropped...
Posted by: Princess Jami at March 4, 2005 1:24 PMSuddenly, Otto awakened from the strangest dream, in which he had been a monkey. It felt like something right out of Dallas, yet...
Posted by: Jay at March 5, 2005 6:40 AM... here he was, still here in his old life, holding Michael Jackson's umbrella. There had to be more than this, there had to be! Maybe if he took a chance, if he finally had the nerve to....
Posted by: Ith at March 5, 2005 12:43 PM...tell those damn mice glaring at him from the rafters to find another patsy to annoy. He wasn't taking it anymore. Soon, his gun license will be approved and he'll be able to...
Posted by: Ninjababe at March 5, 2005 1:11 PMExercise his natural right to self-defense. Not to mention show Michael Moore exactly what he thinks, he jokes to himself. Once armed, he'll need to finish stocking for his expedition to retrieve...
Posted by: Jay at March 5, 2005 9:13 PMthe long lost Nebulus Crystal, which holds the secret of eternal life, (or is it the worlds best spaghetti recipie?) in its core. Only those pure of heart can retrieve the secret, which leaves out Dan Rather, so he will have to seek out one of the few that he knows fits the description, someone named...
Posted by: deb at March 5, 2005 10:23 PMOwen Lucas, no relation to George or to the Oracle of Virgia. But where was Owen to be found?
Posted by: Jay at March 6, 2005 9:21 AMNot a story segment:
That would be "Virginia," though it works as a new place name for the sake of fiction.
No one knew except Owen, of course. Turns out he was being held by Customs agents who mistook him for the Oracle of Virginia, who is a wanted man.
Posted by: jen at March 6, 2005 1:39 PM
"Omigosh!" she exclaimed, "The escort!"
The entertainer was 6 hours early for the party. The guests hadn't even arrived yet and the chicken wings were just put in the oven. However, the beer keg was tapped and a couple of frosty mugs were ready in the freezer...
Posted by: jaboobie at March 4, 2005 12:39 PM