Story Time!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 08:16amWelcome to a new feature on freakgirl.com! I came up with this idea so we can sometimes do stuff more interesting than “What Are You Wearing?” on days that I’m in the office and can’t blog much.
THE DEAL: We are going to write a story! I will kick things off with a few short sentences. Then everyone can take turns adding their own few short sentences. By the end of the day, we should have something interesting, and I will close out the story with my own ending.
THE RULES: Be brief. Do not monopolize. Keep the spirit of the story in mind and build on it for the next person — don’t write your own unrelated stuff. Try to keep it relatively clean (safe for work). BE CREATIVE. Don’t be afraid to contribute. We are all equal here. DO NOT contribute if you haven’t read every single post before yours. HAVE FUN!
And here we go…
She walked through the park, the wind whipping her hair around her face. Adjusting her scarf, she shuffled along, lost in her own thoughts, until she noticed a scrap of yellow paper caught on a tree branch. She reached up, pulled it down, and read the words she saw…
Charlie on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 8:53 am
“Never. Never. Never give up. –Winston Churchill” and she smiled as she shoved the noted into her coat pocket. Marianne had been having a bad day and the note was the first thing that had made her smile. She wiped the hair out of her eyes and made a decision right there and then.
Maggie on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 8:56 am
Ironically, she was going to quit her job.
Kenny on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 9:08 am
…as curator of the Society for the Preservation of Inspirational Quotes by British Prime Ministers…
chele on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 9:20 am
Marianne had just been offered the job of her dreams - working as Rosie O’Donnell’s hairstylist! She couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have landed it!
suz on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 9:27 am
However, it would mean that she would have to pick and move to the other side of the country. She needed the change but she had just met the most…
nora on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 10:10 am
fascinating man at her local Barack Obama meet-up.
Sandyjoys on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 10:19 am
His name was Victor and he was unlike any other man she had ever known. For one thing, he only had nine toes.
GeekBoy on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 10:25 am
The story of how he ended up with only nine toes both horrified and thrilled her. Apparently one day last June, Victor was …
Marjon on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 11:34 am
skinny dipping in the Florida Keys when suddenly a big fat…
m@ on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 11:42 am
wallet floated right by him. Just as he reached for it, it sank with a :: sploip :: Grasping downward…
Lisa on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 11:53 am
Victor’s foot got caught on sunken pirate ship. After struggling for a minute he was able to break free; unfortunately, the big toe of his left foot was still stuck in the ship’s hull.
liz mccraven on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 11:54 am
he tried to catch the wallet and missed. He took a big breath and sank into the water looking around him for the wallet. In the quiet underneath the waves he heard a faint noise like a motorboat in the distance.
Jason on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 12:13 pm
With one eye he saw the little cloud of silt where the wallet had fallen, just beyond his reach. With his other eye, he could see the hull of a small boat quickly
m@ on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 12:54 pm
VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR the sound of the approaching outboard motor resonated in his skull. It occurred to him he was now missing a toe.
GeekBoy on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 1:08 pm
But still, he wouldn’t be deterred. With a final lunge, he sliced through the water, grabbed the wallet, kicked his way to the surface again, then gasped desperately for air. The driver of the motorboat barely saw him in time to keep from running him over.
Soosan on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 1:12 pm
He never returned to Florida since that perilous skinny dip. Victor instead preferred….
Greater Czarina on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 1:22 pm
To troll political meet-ups for hot chics. Still and all, for a player, he was at least something of a gentleman. And since Marianne was ready to take some chances in her life - new job, new man - she was thrilled when he suggested they…
shannon b. on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 2:09 pm
go to the carnival because as a child she…
Soosan on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 2:20 pm
was a cotton candy addict. She thought that the fluffly pink clouds of sugar on a stick where….
hugh on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 2:24 pm
…had lost a father-daughter One-Legged Race to Stephanie-Fucking-Traywick from down the street and her obnoxious, Neanderthal father. Neander-Dad had never let Neil, her own kind-if-conflict-allergic dad live this down.
GeekBoy on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 3:01 pm
Ironically, it was Mr. Traywick’s wallet that Victor had found floating in the water off the Florida Keys. Along with $10K in large bills, a small baggie of what Victor later determined to be cocaine, and a photo of his daughter Stephanie.
shannon b. on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 3:51 pm
Stephanie, having never gotten over her jealousy of the relationship Marianne had with her more gentle natured father, had run off with a cocaine smuggler shortly after dropping out of high school. Her father, unwilling to let another man have control over his daughter, had set out looking for her. That’s when he stumbled upon…
Liz on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 4:23 pm
the terrible truth about Stephanie’s mother. He had thought when they first met that she was a stripper from Kansas City when in fact she was…
ken on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 4:56 pm
a vice cop working undercover at a strip club called Pole Katz, where one of the job hazards was picking up a meth habit.
GeekBoy on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 11:29 pm
He didn’t know what ever became of Stephanie’s mother, but he could still remember her vividly. All of her strange habits. Like writing inspirational quotes on scraps of yellow paper and throwing them off the tops of buildings for the wind to catch. “It’s my gift to a crazy world,” she’d say.
freakgirl on Thursday, April 17, 2008 at 7:41 am
Of course, Marianne knew nothing of Victor’s connection to her arch-nemesis, Stephanie. Until one night at his apartment (after they returned from the carnival), she was searching for a thumbtack to pin up her Winston Churchill quote and came across the old, musty wallet in the back of a drawer.
She thumbed through it, her mouth open in shock. “My god,” she thought. “Stephanie wasn’t a runaway after all. She was murdered. By Victor.”
The rest of the night was torture for Marianne. Victor, clueless to her mistaken assumption, was wonderful as ever, making merry conversation about the Obama campaign, while she sat there, shaking and praying for dinner to end soon so she could leave. After they cleared the dishes, she said goodnight to a disappointed Victor and fled the house.
Two days later she was on a plane, heading to Rosie O’Donnell’s house, where she would soon begin her new job. And, although she didn’t know it yet, she would fall in love with Rosie, break up Rosie’s marriage and become the most famous lesbian in America.
Victor still doesn’t know why she left.