Thursday, December 6, 2007

Story virus

**UPDATEd with Ed's paragraph**

Splotchy started it and then he gave it to Fran. She gave it to me. Here is what they wrote so far:

I woke up hungry. I pulled my bedroom curtain to the side and looked out on a hazy morning. I dragged myself into the kitchen, in search of something to eat. I reached for a jar of applesauce sitting next to the sink, and found it very cold to the touch. I opened the jar and realized it was frozen. (Splotchy)

"That's strange," I said out loud to no one in particular. My fingers slowly reached towards the jar again. My body experienced a wave of apprehension as weighted blanket covering me as I did so. The jar was completely frozen. I picked it up and stared at it, my fingers stung with little knives of chill. "What the..." again I spoke aloud. Then I realized what had happened with a shock. Suddenly the jar flew from my hand. It shattered creating a collage-like mixture of frozen applesauce and glass shards on my kitchen floor, the lid lazily rolling to a stop across the room.(FranIam)

She flicked the lid with her massive big toe. "So, I guess I'll be having another Camel for breakfast and you'll be having a breakfast date with the Electrolux." She lit her Camel cigarette as she turned to open the closet door where we kept the vacuum. "In case you're wondering how the applesauce got frozen, I seem to recall you insisting that I stick it in the freezer before we went to bed last night." She pushed the Electrolux at me and it squooshed through the rapidly unfreezing applesauce and the glass shards. "This kind of crap happens all the time when we go drinking with the Brazilians." (Dr. Monkey)

Suddenly, the front door erupted in an explosion of wood splinters. “Damn! They’ve found me!” I thought as I dove out the kitchen window. My experiments with frozen applesauce, Camel cigarettes and Electrolux vacuum cleaners were supposed to be a secret, but, apparently, they weren’t as secret as I had thought. What would happen if the formula fell in to the wrong hands? All my work, for naught! Who had leaked the information? Was it her? Or possibly one of the Brazilians? “Now the damned Department of Homeland Security will ruin everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve!” was the last thing that went through my mind before I was surrounded. (Ed from Enriched Geranium's addition)

Okay, now I tag:
Spartacus
Chris
Kristi
Anyone of you three can continue this one if you like.

10 comments:

Ed said...
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Ed said...

I realize I'm not one of The Chosen Three, but I thought I'd write this anyway. Just for fun. I like the concept.

Suddenly, the front door erupted in an explosion of wood splinters. “Damn! They’ve found me!” I thought as I dove out the kitchen window. My experiments with frozen applesauce, Camel cigarettes and Electrolux vacuum cleaners were supposed to be a secret, but, apparently, they weren’t as secret as I had thought. What would happen if the formula fell in to the wrong hands? All my work, for naught! Who had leaked the information? Was it her? Or possibly one of the Brazilians? “Now the damned Department of Homeland Security will ruin everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve!” was the last thing that went through my mind before I was surrounded.

GETkristiLOVE said...

Okay, so I added ed's para and continued from there.

FranIAm said...

Yes, Ed's paragraph must remain. Oh h-e-double hockeysticks (with due respect to kristilove) did you know my big toe was massive.

Splotchy said...

I have the feeling that things are going to get worse before they get better for the protagonist in this particular strain of the virus.

Thanks for being infected.

Chris said...

Sorry, Dr. I saw my tag on Samurai Frog first, so I continued his. Yours seemed further along anyway.

Spartacus said...

Dr MVM, I accept. I will respond to this tag tonight if I am not out cold on my couch.

Spartacus said...

"We're here for the vacuum cleaner," snarled the man in the black suit who emerged through the fog of acrid blue smoke. He flashed a small laser-like weapon as the circle of M4-toting, Kelvar clad baboons opened to let him in. He jabbed his weapon into my ribcage, the sharp-point of the muzzle was a surprise.

"Give us the Electrolux and no one gets hurt."

"How'd ya know?" I asked.

"Your Brazilians gave you up. Damn. Who knew legal waterboarding could be much fun? Gotta love that Chancellor Mukasy."

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

Ed-Feel free to jump in on any meme you see and like. I'm all about including anybody who wants in.

Kristi-Great job. Loved where you took it.

Fran-Your big toe is legendary.

Splotchy-Thanks for starting it.

Chris-No problem, I like to see the different strains.

Spartacus-Thanks for playing along.

Freida Bee said...

Finally, I did mine, so I came to heve a looksy. Wonderful. The action picked up quickly.