The Run-On Story Begins
Jul. 2nd, 2004 11:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morrigirlGayle, Amy, Gabe, and Chris,
Yay!!! We're gonna write a run-on story!!! Before we start I just want to set a couple ground rules. I was considering whether it would be better to do this through email or LJ, and obviously I decided on LJ simply because I want to see if we can make it work. I'll start the story in this post, please continue it through comments. If a particular thread gets too long simply start a new one, just indicate in the subject heading that the post is a continuation of the previous thread.
Typically I'm pretty strict about seeing that everyone does an equal amount of writing, requesting that everyone take turns, but in this case I'm not gonna worry about it. We all spend differing amounts of time on LJ, some of us sign in more frequently then others, so just write whenever you get the opportunity. If two people spend the entire afternoon writing back and forth before the rest of us can post, that's fine, just as long as the story keeps growing.
And last but not least, I'm leaving this open to the public in case anyone else feels like jumping in. (You are ALL welcome to participate.) And just remember, have fun. Run-ons are all about being as crazy and outlandish as you can so let your imaginations run wild. Now, let's begin.
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"It was the best of times, it was the worst of, OW!" howled Beverly as she was hit in the head by a child's patent leather Mary Jane. "What the fuck?!"
"You shouldn't curse in front of little kids," said Rosemary in a sing song as she rhythmically kicked the leg of the coffee table.
Beverly glared at her from across the living room. "Fuck you. Why'd you do that?"
"That book is boring," Rosemary whined.
"This," declared Beverly holding up her copy of A Tale of Two Cities, "is great literature."
"It's doody."
Beverly walked over to the entry way and lightly banged her head on the door frame. How had she managed to get herself roped into babysitting her niece? On the night she should have been writing her final literature paper none the less? A second patent leather Mary Jane flew across the room and hit the wall, barely missing Bev's head. Beverly turned around and......
Yay!!! We're gonna write a run-on story!!! Before we start I just want to set a couple ground rules. I was considering whether it would be better to do this through email or LJ, and obviously I decided on LJ simply because I want to see if we can make it work. I'll start the story in this post, please continue it through comments. If a particular thread gets too long simply start a new one, just indicate in the subject heading that the post is a continuation of the previous thread.
Typically I'm pretty strict about seeing that everyone does an equal amount of writing, requesting that everyone take turns, but in this case I'm not gonna worry about it. We all spend differing amounts of time on LJ, some of us sign in more frequently then others, so just write whenever you get the opportunity. If two people spend the entire afternoon writing back and forth before the rest of us can post, that's fine, just as long as the story keeps growing.
And last but not least, I'm leaving this open to the public in case anyone else feels like jumping in. (You are ALL welcome to participate.) And just remember, have fun. Run-ons are all about being as crazy and outlandish as you can so let your imaginations run wild. Now, let's begin.
.............................................................
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of, OW!" howled Beverly as she was hit in the head by a child's patent leather Mary Jane. "What the fuck?!"
"You shouldn't curse in front of little kids," said Rosemary in a sing song as she rhythmically kicked the leg of the coffee table.
Beverly glared at her from across the living room. "Fuck you. Why'd you do that?"
"That book is boring," Rosemary whined.
"This," declared Beverly holding up her copy of A Tale of Two Cities, "is great literature."
"It's doody."
Beverly walked over to the entry way and lightly banged her head on the door frame. How had she managed to get herself roped into babysitting her niece? On the night she should have been writing her final literature paper none the less? A second patent leather Mary Jane flew across the room and hit the wall, barely missing Bev's head. Beverly turned around and......
