OUR Story

Brooklyn · 06-22-2008, 04:47 PM

Since we are writers, how about we all do a bit of writing together. One person writes a few lines about the story, and someone else jumps in. The only rule is that your contribution can only be up to 8 sentences, and you can contribute more than once but not until at least 2 more people have contributed? cool? who's first....

Alice.S · 06-22-2008, 05:09 PM

or since it's called OUR story maybe something like...

Once upon a time at AW...

Brooklyn · 06-22-2008, 05:17 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Alice.S

Once upon a time at AW...

...there was someone named Huck that logged on, as he always wanted to write. He knew there wasn't a way for others to believe that he actually could write, as he was a cock-A-Poo.

Matera the Mad · 06-23-2008, 12:32 AM

Still, even a fancy mutt can have aspirations, and Huck was determined to become a Writer. He immediately dove into the Share Your Work forum and posted a short story -- in the wrong genre! A kindly Mod moved it, but Huck got lost and couldn't find it for three days. By that time, seven crits had been posted.

Disa · 06-23-2008, 12:42 AM

Huck was surprised at how much writing knowledge these people had, and took each crit to heart. As he got to the last one, he began to get upset.

Matera the Mad · 06-25-2008, 09:04 AM

So Huck screwed up his nerve and sent Will Haskins a PM. A few minutes later, he rocked back in his chair in shock.

Brooklyn · 06-29-2008, 07:05 PM

going well so far, this is what we have. KEEP ADDING:

Once upon a time at AW there was someone named Huck that logged on, as he always wanted to write. He knew there wasn't a way for others to believe that he actually could write, as he was a Cock-A-Poo. Still, even a fancy mutt can have aspirations, and Huck was determined to become a Writer. He immediately dove into the Share Your Work forum and posted a short story -- in the wrong genre! A kindly Mod moved it, but Huck got lost and couldn't find it for three days. By that time, seven crits had been posted. Huck was surprised at how much writing knowledge these people had, and took each crit to heart. As he got to the last one, he began to get upset. "Who is this guy Will Haskins? And why is he being so kind compared to the rest of the crits?" he asked the folks around AW.
It seems everyone else had pretty much ripped poor Huck's work apart, but Will had been sensitive to Huck's feelings and given him a heartfelt pep talk instead. So Huck screwed up his nerve and sent Will Haskins a PM. A few minutes later, he rocked back in his chair in shock.

My new addition to the story:

He wasn't in shock because of Will, but because he didn't realize he was sitting in a chair that could rock. He leaned over to grab an iced cold miller lite, and whispered to himself, "this is the life."

Disa · 06-29-2008, 07:15 PM

About that time he heard the cat squeal. He had rocked backward onto the cat's tail. The cat jumped up, knocked the Miller Lite out of Huck's hand, and beer poured all over Huck's keyboard. "Damned, cat!" he yelled.

smoothseas · 06-29-2008, 07:48 PM

Damn cat deserved to be deep-sixed.

Huck grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck, and made a mad dash for the head.

“That’ll show you, you feline fiend!” Huck crammed his arch-nemesis into the commode, banged down the lid, and flushed.

Needless to say, the CAT was pissed.

Matera the Mad · 07-04-2008, 05:37 AM

That night, as Huck lay alone in his clammy bed with no nice warm kitteh to snuggle his feet, he began to hear strange noises. "WTF is that," he muttered, rolling over for the 369th time. "Oh, to hell with it."

He got up and stumbled to the bathroom, since by now he had to pee again. When he turned on the light, he thought he must be dreaming. Something huge and pink was sitting on his toilet.

Beyondian · 07-04-2008, 05:45 AM

The large pink thing blinked at him with yellow watery eyes. "I beg your pardon?"
Huck - confused by the crispness of the things tone - backed away mumbling apologies. He closed the door, and collapsed against it. What was a naked Santa Claus doing in his bathroom?

Just.Jase · 07-04-2008, 07:50 AM

"Yes, what ARE you doing in my bathroom, Santa Claus?" Huck stammered, clutching at the doorknob after downing a Miller Lite for courage.
"I'm not Santa. I'm Will Haskins. You sent me a PM. So here I am, to help!"

06-22-2008, 04:47 PM	#1
Brooklyn New Fish; Learning About Thick Skin Join Date: Jun 2008 Posts: 15	OUR Story Since we are writers, how about we all do a bit of writing together. One person writes a few lines about the story, and someone else jumps in. The only rule is that your contribution can only be up to 8 sentences, and you can contribute more than once but not until at least 2 more people have contributed? cool? who's first.... __________________ http://finnfactory.blogspot.com/

06-22-2008, 05:09 PM	#2
Alice.S practical experience, FTW Join Date: May 2008 Location: give him your love, give it like a bullet for his gun and he will take shots, for fun-uh-un Posts: 394	or since it's called OUR story maybe something like... Once upon a time at AW... __________________ Last edited by Alice.S; 06-22-2008 at 05:22 PM. Reason: I want my WIP back!! lol :D

06-29-2008, 07:05 PM	#7
Brooklyn New Fish; Learning About Thick Skin Join Date: Jun 2008 Posts: 15	going well so far, this is what we have. KEEP ADDING: Once upon a time at AW there was someone named Huck that logged on, as he always wanted to write. He knew there wasn't a way for others to believe that he actually could write, as he was a Cock-A-Poo. Still, even a fancy mutt can have aspirations, and Huck was determined to become a Writer. He immediately dove into the Share Your Work forum and posted a short story -- in the wrong genre! A kindly Mod moved it, but Huck got lost and couldn't find it for three days. By that time, seven crits had been posted. Huck was surprised at how much writing knowledge these people had, and took each crit to heart. As he got to the last one, he began to get upset. "Who is this guy Will Haskins? And why is he being so kind compared to the rest of the crits?" he asked the folks around AW. It seems everyone else had pretty much ripped poor Huck's work apart, but Will had been sensitive to Huck's feelings and given him a heartfelt pep talk instead. So Huck screwed up his nerve and sent Will Haskins a PM. A few minutes later, he rocked back in his chair in shock. My new addition to the story: He wasn't in shock because of Will, but because he didn't realize he was sitting in a chair that could rock. He leaned over to grab an iced cold miller lite, and whispered to himself, "this is the life." __________________ http://finnfactory.blogspot.com/

06-29-2008, 07:48 PM	#9
smoothseas Life sucks... Then ya die... Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: yawn... in da land of the terminally bored. Posts: 3,248	Damn cat deserved to be deep-sixed. Huck grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck, and made a mad dash for the head. “That’ll show you, you feline fiend!” Huck crammed his arch-nemesis into the commode, banged down the lid, and flushed. Needless to say, the CAT was pissed. __________________ seas The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity. - Dorothy Parker Boredom is just the reverse side of fascination: both depend on being outside rather than inside a situation, and one leads to the other. - Arthur Schopenhauer I fell asleep reading a dull book and dreamed I kept on reading, so I awoke from sheer boredom. - Heinrich Heine It is only a step from boredom to disillusionment, which leads naturally to self-pity, which in turn ends in chaos. - Manly Hall Last edited by smoothseas; 06-29-2008 at 08:21 PM.

07-04-2008, 05:45 AM	#11
Beyondian musker vyusher Join Date: Oct 2005 Location: honorary Tennessean - Thanks to Alleycat Posts: 848	The large pink thing blinked at him with yellow watery eyes. "I beg your pardon?" Huck - confused by the crispness of the things tone - backed away mumbling apologies. He closed the door, and collapsed against it. What was a naked Santa Claus doing in his bathroom? __________________ *Yes... the avatar is not me. It is Audrey Hepburn.* WIP Early Frost - Novel. Rewrite underway. 17 chapters of rewrite and counting. World building being researched intently. A Black and White Man - Pierrot and Red Riding Hood ganging up on me. Notes, research, and a short story so obscure no one understands it.

06-23-2008, 12:32 AM	#4
Matera the Mad Ididdit Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Wisconsin's (sore) thumb Posts: 9,917	Still, even a fancy mutt can have aspirations, and Huck was determined to become a Writer. He immediately dove into the Share Your Work forum and posted a short story -- in the wrong genre! A kindly Mod moved it, but Huck got lost and couldn't find it for three days. By that time, seven crits had been posted.

06-23-2008, 12:42 AM	#5
Disa practical experience, FTW Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: USA Posts: 366	Huck was surprised at how much writing knowledge these people had, and took each crit to heart. As he got to the last one, he began to get upset.

06-25-2008, 09:04 AM	#6
Matera the Mad Ididdit Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Wisconsin's (sore) thumb Posts: 9,917	So Huck screwed up his nerve and sent Will Haskins a PM. A few minutes later, he rocked back in his chair in shock.

06-29-2008, 07:15 PM	#8
Disa practical experience, FTW Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: USA Posts: 366	About that time he heard the cat squeal. He had rocked backward onto the cat's tail. The cat jumped up, knocked the Miller Lite out of Huck's hand, and beer poured all over Huck's keyboard. "Damned, cat!" he yelled.

07-04-2008, 05:37 AM	#10
Matera the Mad Ididdit Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Wisconsin's (sore) thumb Posts: 9,917	That night, as Huck lay alone in his clammy bed with no nice warm kitteh to snuggle his feet, he began to hear strange noises. "WTF is that," he muttered, rolling over for the 369th time. "Oh, to hell with it." He got up and stumbled to the bathroom, since by now he had to pee again. When he turned on the light, he thought he must be dreaming. Something huge and pink was sitting on his toilet.

07-04-2008, 07:50 AM	#12
Just.Jase practical experience, FTW Join Date: Jul 2008 Location: Sydney, Australia Posts: 127	"Yes, what ARE you doing in my bathroom, Santa Claus?" Huck stammered, clutching at the doorknob after downing a Miller Lite for courage. "I'm not Santa. I'm Will Haskins. You sent me a PM. So here I am, to help!"

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