Creative minds, front and center!
I found this idea on another blog and thought it might be worth a shot here. Here’s how it goes: I will offer a leading line for a story and I would like my readers to add a maximum of FOUR words to the line. You can come back as often as you want, just make sure you refresh the page before you leave a comment so as not to step on anyone else who might be posting.
Oh, and NOTHING DIRTY (I’ll delete, so help me)…
Well, and away we go!
Here’s the story-starter:
“Late last night I had the most uneasy feeling…”
(remember, comment in four words or less)
it was as if…
I had a big…
wad of
…peanut butter stuck in my throat.
I went to..
the refrigerator and
tripped over a mushy
pile
of radishes that my
gardener left rotting by
the handmade piece of
lace tatting Grandmother made.
I quickly pulled the
taffy
out from under the
back bumper of my
Green bushhog.
Yum! Chewing, I walked
, rather, pranced across
the blooming field, elbowing
my hubs to stop
dancing like a ballerina!
He can be dressed
in a moment, yet
look amazingly like a
full strutting Emu on
steroids. Of course, he
was part French poodle (and)
laughed maniacally at the
(sorry about the last post…didn’t see the four word rule…total adhd)
(you’re forgiven, jw.)
moussed dreadlocks on the
guitar player while watching
Sesame Street in Spanish
and dancing with BigBird!
I screamed when I
felt my Depends quickly
quickly expand around my
(oops. sorry. i said quickly twice)
Uncle Cletus’s bald head
, “Cletus,” I said, “If
you can’t control your
brain melt down , maybe
a glass of purple
koolaid with floating pansies
in fancy glasses with
cute little umbrellas and
swizzle sticks and overripe
mulberries from the yard
Cletus is depending on us
to carry out the
plans to build a
Six Flags over Ninevah
without fish slapping competition
or fire-and-brimstone
shots from the bar
tender preaching about how
we are all children
and not ducks or
yorki’s with large sunglasses
but cute anyway, loving
everything from Cheez Whiz
to steaks grilled with
hot peppers and dirty socks
found on the curb
next to Grandma sleeping.
Every time I kneel,
seems things become clearer
if I face west
on a windy day
wearing a tu tu
and orange striped leggings
i think of Dorothy and Toto
“there is no place …
“…to hide from flying
“…monkeys dressed like bellhops
who really want to
create confusion and sing
and make my friend
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