Chatty Kelly here. As you know, My ADHD Me's computer is down. So I thought we'd have some fun to keep this blog from getting stale until her computer is fixed (in about 2 weeks or so).
Here is the game. I am going to write a couple of lines of a story. The first commenter should add a few lines to continue it, then the next commenter add to the first commenters story line, and so on, and so on. Come back often to write more. Just don't write something so limited the story has no where to go. Leave an open ending for the next writer. When My ADHD Me comes back, she should have some real entertainment. So please join in the fun. Here is the story beginning, and yes it is plagiarism. But I thought it would be a fun start.
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. It was the best of times because....
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...the air was crisp and scent of a fire in a nearby fireplace and pine filled wafted through the glen.
Then suddenly a fire broke out inthe glen.
Luckily there was a superior fire fighting woman on the job, named "My ADHD Me." This was the job she was made for.
In a flurry of flight,the blue jays cawed their warning to the critters below. The funny monkey, not a native of the deciduous forest, was the first to respond.
(now how did Chatty Kelly get in before me? Huh?)
The fire was subdued and extinguished. But the chirping crickets and the treefrog's droning became deathly silent. The thin shroud of smoke that hung in the air was pierced by a beacon shaft of neon blue light. The monkey froze in sheer terror as the hominid form glided silently towards it. The invader unholstered a positronic gravity displacement device. And leveled it in the simian's direction...
The monkey howled in fright. And a large Orangutan swooped in from the trees, only to grab the shiny device from the fingers of the intruder. The Orang spun away and up the tree. She curiously stared into the barrel of the gun, while unintentionally manipulating the trigger mechanism.
Flying Monkeys? The orang was airbourne once the gravity displacement device was triggered.
He landed near a castle draw bridge and saw a group of his own kind, flying monkeys, huddled around a blackish green puddle. Then all of a sudden...
She not he. Gotta pay attention here.
He was amazed to see there were two stars in the day that provided light to this planet. Apparently much more than gravity had been displaced.
One of the stars appeared very large and round and it glowed a crimson red. The other was smaller. It was mostly blue with shades of yellow and orange winding around and around it's oval shaped body.
narrator pause....
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Suddenly from the thicket, a man appeared. Or was it a man? It had human features, but was it man, alien or beast?
Is everyone in your family a comedian?? LOL! You're up ET!
The Being peer out through the brush. It looked all around as though it was expecting something. Then it stopped, stood very still, and fixed it's eyes on...
... a backpack that had been discarded in haste at the edge of the the glen. It was emitting the muted tunes from the soundtrack "The Wizard of Oz."
The being couldn't help but thinking "bluebirds can fly over the rainbow, why, oh, why can't I?"
And then it was as if Judy Garland, herself, was standing there with the "thing" and he found himself dancing and singing merrily. His heart became lighter and he felt as though he might be flying afterall.
Then he was shocked into reality and arose to find no rainbows or singing backpacks. He was standing at the edge of a piranha infested river. 7000 Macedonians in full battle array charging towards him. He placed hi9s dagger between his teeth and dove into the terror finned school. But the fish all managed to escape. So he swam to the opposite shore and
Meanwhile, back at the ranch ...
What a minute...It wasn't a ranch at all--it was L.A. The crowds came in dozens, some sleeping on the ground. Some sleeping in Robert Pattinson sleeping bags. What could they be waiting for? Could it be.. the New Moon premiere?
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one of the kids in the crowd pushed him and as he fell, he woke up. although he thought he had just been tired and was napping, actually he had been drugged. While he was unconcious he had been injected with a truth serum......
(using a friends computer....hi all. this is cool)
......The interrogation was about to begin. What did they want to know????
The questions were coming rapidly now. Why exactly was Levi Johnston taking advice from Jon Gosselin? Did Sarah Palin lie to Oprah when she said running for president was not on her radar? And how many kids and countries will Brangelina and Madonna end up with?
He didn't want to but he had to tell them...
The questions were the inane ramblings of the psychopath tied up in the corner of the padded room. The real inquisition was about to begin in earnest.
"Why have you been hiding in the avocado orchard? Why did the Kangaroo Captain chase the penguin? How many chickens do I have in my pocket? Answer or I will get the vice-grips and show you what the underside of your finger nails look like." Shouted the petite redheaded beauty in the black lab-coat.
Filtered sunlight peeked through the lace covered window. The room was painted hospital white, and the yelling fool in the corner continued to ramble. But the unmistakable metallic click silenced everyone. Our protagonist looked up to see
A white light so intense that it blinded him. He heard the sound of high heels running across the floor. Likely from the red head in the black lab coat. But they stopped abruptly, then there was a scuffle. All the while the psychopath in the corner kept pounding out questions in rapid succession. He crawled across the floor until he felt the wall at his back. Then he inched his way in the direction of the door in hopes that he might be able to escape the madness.
But wait! All at once he could see clearly. This wasn't a padded room like he thought. This was a... a...
CHAT ROOM! :o
A Chat room? Now he was crazy. He reach for the power cord and yanked it from the socket. The monitor faded to darkness and the power supply fan stopped droning. As hes scooted his chair from the desk, he simultaneously heard a skillet clang and saw a bright flash of white lights. Then darkness with tiny twinkling flashes, then the floor was rushing up at his head. He felt his body slam onto the hardwood floor. The numbness in his arms and legs was fading. But was slowly replaced by dull pain in the back of his head. Being careful not to hurt himself further, he rolled onto his back to see his wife hovering over him, with a skillet clutched in her hands. She looked like Jimmie Connors poised for a double backhand volley return.
"What did I tell you about playing on that blog page of yours?" She shrieked.
The fog began to lift from his brain as he began to recover from the almost fatal blow.
He looked around and saw signs of life and activity. Then his wife handed him a list. The dreaded *To Do* list. He sighed and dutifully got up and began his quest to fulfill the obligations of life.
But he looked forward to the time he could rejoin his chat room friends again and hoped it would be soon.
"stupid computer games!" his wife muttered as she walked back into the kitchen. She was so angry, she almost didn't notice the back door, which had been shut, was now open. She whirled around and saw....
the screen of the computer was flashing. How could this be? She went over to it and in her anger she was about to pick up the computer and throw it out the window.
Just as she started to throw it, she glanced down and started to read a fabulous story. Slowly, without realizing it, she sat down in a dazed trance and continued reading.
She was so engrossed in the story that she failed to realize that there, right in the room with her, was....
... silence.
The ominous silence the portends a disaster. Then she felt it. He head jerked down to see the power cord of the computer slithering around her ankles. like an electric snake. lowly making it's way around her legs. Two complete coils, and on it's way to make as third. It was too late to run. But not too late to...
SCREAM!! And that she did! Her husband stumbled in from the other room, still dazed from the blow from the frying pan.
He shook his head a couple of times. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The computer had come to life and was tying up his wife with it's power cord.
Without thinking, he....
grabbed his uninsulated vice grips from the office drawer--left from his failed attempt to reinstall the shelving for the overwhelming number of computer manuals they were housing--and cut through the power cord.
"WHoaaahhhhhAAAAAAaaaa....!" he cried in painful yelping whines, as the sparks flashed and sputtered--the rebirth of the electric light orchestra....
Then the smoke cleared. The birds were chirping. Sunshine warmed and filled the air. Bees buzzed happily over a field of clover and jasmine. The gentle aroma of a backyard Bar-B-Que drifted in the air. The meadow extended all the way to the edge of a slow rambling crystal clear stream. Majestic pines stood guard to either side of the field. And large White Oaks lined the far edge of the stream.
"Am I in Heaven?" the man asked? What had happened?
a smaller man responded. Oh you wish you were in heaven? Perhaps you wish you had never been board.m Don't you love your families and friends? Don't tell me that you think they could do better without you around. That just isn't so. They need you just like you need them.
I on the other hand will need this blog back by tUESDAT, sO IT LOOKS LIKE IT IS TIME FOR A QUICK VISIT FO THE LIVES OF OR FAMILY AND FRIENDS TO SEE HOW THEY ARE GETTING ALONG WITH OUT US.
iT'S BEEB FUN. i HOPE TO HAVE MY COMPUTER BACK BY tHURSDAY AT THE LATST. (FINGERS CROSsED)
This is Alberquando's laptop and if it could it would slam down and break my fingers.
The man rubbed his head. "wow, my wife must have hit me harder than I thought. Now I'm hallucinating!"
He realized his wife was back in the kitchen and the computer hadn't come to life. "I think I'm going crazy." he thought.
He'd no longer thought the words, when out of nowhere....
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green, towering over your head. Look for the girl with kaleidoscope eyes. And she's gone. Tell those darn kids to stay off my lawn.
He threw rocks towards the kids as one of them yelled--while you've been off in la-la land I have been trying to collect for your newspaper collection. As he went to pull out his wallet, something else fell out instead.....
ET
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