So we are going to tell a story, about anything!
Here's how it works.
I will post a sentence (next post) and then another user will post another sentence and then another user will post another and so on.
Don't post anything but the next sentence to the story and
post only the one sentence. Have fun and be creative.
Also don't quote other sentences from the story. You can also take multiple turns, just
have at least five other sentences between your two.
I will keep the story updated in this first post.
Please don't finish the story.
The story so far:
One day a little boy was walking down a street in a queer little town. Suddenly, he noticed a sign saying, Bakery so he stopped to see all the delights that were available. His mouth was watering, but he checked pockets and he had no money. At his feet, however, was a sturdy brick. But then he thought he heard his mother call - or was it his conscience? No - it was the brick! Throw me, it whispered in his mind. The End. But it wasn't, after the crash of glass the little boy heard sirens and started to cry in the corner, he didn't know why he did it. He couldn't blame the tasty row of chocolate covered doughnuts. Hearing the sirens getting closer, he quickly concocted a "doughnut defense"; a variation of the famous Twinkie Defense. The police came and shot him 17 times, claiming he pointed a loaded brownie at them. But their aim was off because they had been distracted by all the doughnuts. Using the exploding pastries as cover, clever Bert raced behind the cops and down the street as fast as his Chuck Taylors would take him. Then, out of nowhere, there appeared a horde of rabid squirrels to hijack the entire story....sound familiar??? As Bert ran he looked back and saw these little rodents attacking the police. The police promptly tazered the squirrels and had roasted squirrel meat to eat with the donuts they confiscated for evidence. Captain Jackson was half way through his 3rd squirrel when it happened. He reached for his bottle of Mylanta and took a big swig, then realized he had grabbed the bottle of MiraLAX by mistake. Meanwhile, Rupert, the lone squirrel to survive the carnage, scampered up Jackson's leg and pushed against the trigger of his handgun. Fortunately the squirrel was a bit nearsighted and triggered the Captains TASER instead. Then Corporal Frank was on the ground tasered by his commander's weapon. Bert finally slowed to a stop and realized he still had the brick in his hand... and saw that the "brick" was, in fact, a Pentax K-01! Then he knew he had the perfect defence: a swarm of canikon expert witnesses would swear that the K-01 was not "fit for purpose" - any purpose! He then looked at his other hand and saw that it held a K5 with the much praised 18-135. Where have I been? He asked himself. What am I doing here?..........as he slowly started to feel as if a heavy mantle that had covered his mind for many a year was being lifted off. "Oh boy, I love food," said a little boy. He now took his newly found K-5 and 18-135 and started taking photos of the chaos he caused. He then uploaded his pictures to Instagram. After the upload of his pictures, He looked up to notice the skies grew orange and, with a sudden woosh, began to rain cheese poofs. which are dollar store knock-off of Cheese-Puffs. But he didn't care if they weren't the real deal because they got his fingers just as orange. Meanwhile, a cop back at the precinct did a YouTube upload of the squirrel in the captain's pants tasering another guy - it went viral. It went so viral that the whole internet crashed and html codes were flying around the world. Bert launched a grass roots campaign to copy and paste all the html codes back into the internet, but they discovered that the squirrels had taken most of them. Since the grass roots campaign was already up and running, he decided to go ahead and run for president. Then Otis found his stash of peanut butter. Otis then covered his Pentax K-1 in peanut butter.
Last edited by bertwert; 02-23-2016 at 09:00 AM.