Now that we have
dozens of readers, I thought we could now attempt a little fun exercise, and create a short story in a group-sourced fashion. I'll start the story out with a couple of sentences and everyone can add
One Sentence at a time via the Comments. After we receive a few, our crack team of
Blog Appraisers will choose one, print the result and ask for the next sentence. And so on...
Anyone wishing final credit for the masterpiece can send their sentence with identification, but anonymous entries will be accepted. The usual rules of decorum apply.
Let's get started...
All Right, all right. Since the Blog Leader is an idiot and none of you can follow directions anyway, we will just keep adding new sentences to the previous ones in the comments, and all will count. We will only run into problems when I have to delete one for stretching the rules too much.
It was a dark and stormy night. He had his entry form for the 11th Annual Coach Harry Groves Golf Tournament filled out and ready to send....
As he sat, intently honing his pitching wedge to a fine edge, his email alert sounded.
ReplyDelete", when he realized his hands had begun to tremble violently, then bizarrely in step to a favorite song from back in the day." (KKOB)
ReplyDeleteSomewhere nearby, a dog barked, a door slammed.
ReplyDeleteUndaunted by the slamming door, he focused on his choice between a medium shirt and an extra-medium.
ReplyDelete"Extra medium isn't going to work", he thought, "I might need a large".
ReplyDeleteChecking off the space between "extra medium" and "large", he turned his thoughts to who else might be coming to the greatest golf tournament he has ever entered?
ReplyDeleteAs the anxiety of the shirt selection abated, his next chore was to sort through the inventory in his golf bag - where could he get newer range balls in time for the big event?
ReplyDeleteIgnoring the elements, he decided to break out his pitching wedge and chip a few balls in the back yard.
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