Okay, I wrote a post for Friday and accidentally posted it Friday instead of Monday. Now I have written something that I will throw away – so instead of throwing it away, I decided to post it for Monday. If you have been following my blog the last few days, you know that several of us will be contributing to a story – it could be great, it could be original, or it could be lame. Let's hope it is entertaining, at least. Prata was first up-to-bat, so click on the link if you want to see the beginning of the story.
The only light in the bedroom was from her computer screen, bathing everything in a cool blue light. Her eyes were on the monitor, and she quickly tapped in information.
She was in a chat room, and she was conversing with someone who said they were from Minnesota. She knew this was a lie, though he was routing his traffic through an ISP in Minnesota.
As she tapped, she wondered who he really was. She knew he did not really want her to know his true identity, and he was very good at hiding it. But how good was he really. She had analyzed his words, his thoughts, everything he let her see. How much of it was a lie, and how much of it was really part of him. She could not tell, though she assumed that part of who he really was had to emerge from their correspondence.
His avatar/handle was "Titan." Titan, she thought. What does that reveal? Does he have an inferiority complex and he has to use such a name to feel better about himself, does he like the football team, or is his ego that big. Judging from his other chats, she knew he was cocky.
She had a piece of paper on this guy. He was cocky, a fast typist, quoted Shakespeare a lot. Was he as young as she was?
She nervously and unconsciously twirled her hair with her right index finger. As her hair bounced back into place, one could see how nervous she felt – the hair looked like she was using a curling iron on that strand of hair.
She really needed to be reading Brontë for English Lit, but here she was typing to an egotistical liar who wanted her to help him do something . . . . illegal.
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Whoa, that's a good story... I hate this to be continued crap, when can i read the rest?
timmoral: I am not going to continue it - it is a throw away. Prata has started something and we will follow from there.
I accidently posted after Prata (I was writing my doodle when he posted), so we will follow his lead.
Got ya. Thanks.
send me a link to that post if you dont mind and i hate you have no email to do this with. also i had a friend who wanted to help me with that blog check it out soemtime.
Helpful note - if you get tired of any story and want to bring it to a quick close, just add "And then the world was suddently destroyed by Giant Atomic Chickens."
shannon and j: the link is here: http://whenwakinghurts.blogspot.com
J: I chose to keep my e-mail private. I just don't like getting the spam of "cute teenage girls licking horses penises." Yes, that is the type of spam I get.
Pieces: today is Monday, sweetie. So are you not going to view me until next Monday? How sad. I think I am going to have myself a little cry. I am an attention whore, by golly.
grant: I end all of my stories with "And then the world was suddently destroyed by Giant Atomic Chickens." Everyone else, if you don't want to know the end, forget what I just said.
Damn...I like this.
i like it too Leesa...go on...
@Leesa
Don't feel obligated to follow my lead. I'm just antsy is all. I tend to by that way. And there's nothin' to say we can't branch off of that. Your post over on Waking is nice too. I'm glad you saved this becuse frankly, it's still usable. I swear!
It was very nicely written..._very_. ^_^
Forgive my typos...my bleeding computer is downloading something gigantic 1.74 gigs...and I'm remotely logged into it. Bleck. Sorry!
I was really getting into that story Leesa....
So is everyone invited to write something over on the other page? I'd like to try a little something.
You know, I'm fairly certain we could write a segway into your little story here from Prata's. It wouldn't take much to fit them together. He's already led in with a mysterious male figure.
That would be cool if Ddot participated as well.
that's true Kyuball.
Leesa: your writing is simple and draws you in at the same time. There's no awkward phrase-ologies, which usually plagues my writing, because I try to get too much in at once. You're really good. Just please...don't make Gregor an Amway salesman waiting on his district manager! If that happens, the world will end by atomic chickens!!!!
GP and byron: thanks!
prata: I like your lead; it gets me to write something that I am a little uncomfortable writing. A good thing. And, yeah, I did not want to mention the typos, but, ahem, can you fix them?
ddot: you are invited to write something. No pressure.
kyuball: let's see where the story takes us; I don't want to force it in that direction (it may paint us in a corner).
boris: thanks, sweetie. And I was going to describe those atomic chickens in vivid detail, down to their last pin feathers!
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