The Run-On Story Begins
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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......
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This contains so many perfect band names...
Date: 2004-07-02 07:31 pm (UTC)"Here, hold this to it and follow me into the bathroom!" she demanded, shoving a pillow into the girl's face. The muffled howl of her niece at contact from behind the cushion reminded her that, in addition to becoming a broken spigot of crimson, Rosemary was surely in a significant deal of pain. Dragging the incapacitated girl to the lavatory, Beverly had to remind herself that, while it was certainly a priority to avoid marking all nearby objects with hemoglobin, seeking proper attention for this matter was, at very worst, item number four on her list.
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Date: 2004-07-03 09:41 am (UTC)"Hmm," mused Beverly. "This isn't good. Um...emergency room! Yeah, we'll go to the emergency room." She shoved the pillow back over Rosemary's face and dragged the hystrical child towards the front door. Bev didn't even bother to retrieve Rosemary's wayward shoes. In this state there was no telling who she'd decide to throw them at. Bev poured Rosemary into the back seat of her VW Bug and said "Please try not to stain the uphostery."
The ER was a bustling haven of deformed apendages and bodily fluids. Beverly dragged her niece past a fat man missing a hand, and a pretty blond woman with a huge festering gash on her head, up to the in-take desk where she said to the nurse, "Um, we need help."
The nurse stood up, looked Rosemary up and down and said, "Why isn't this child wearing any shoes?"
Beverly stared at her in disbelief. "Hello? Eight year old BLEEDING FROM THE HEAD!!!"
"Excuse me, do you know how cold it is outside? Allowing this child to go out without footwear is borderline abuse. And get that pillow off her face, what the hell kind of caretaker are you?!"
since no one else is...
Date: 2004-07-05 04:40 pm (UTC)Upon seeing the full glory of Rosemary's injury, minus the pillow, the nurse pulled the child behind the desk and to a curtained off bed. Beverly followed. The first question out of Nurse Irene's mouth was "How did this happen?"
Before Bev could say anything, Rosemary blurted, "She thrbew a bbook at mbe!" pointing at Beverly.
Nurse Irene was appalled. She rounded on Beverly, "How dare you throw a book at this child?! Oh DCF is sure going to hear about this!"
'SHIT!' Bev thought. Not only did she break her niece's nose and possibly permanently disfigure her face (she hoped this hospital had a good plastic surgeon) but NOW she would have to deal with a social worker and may even get her sister in trouble. Oh wait, her sister! Bev suddenly realized that this woman thought she was Rosemary's mother! AND that Rosemary's actual mother, her sister, had no idea what was going on. She stopped the nurse midsentence and asked where she could find a phone, so she could call Rosemary's parents.
The nurse looked shocked, but sort of relieved. "What, you're not her mother?"
"No," Bev responded, "I'm her aunt, my sister is her mother and she's out at dinner right now with her husband. Please, I need to call her."
The nurse directed Bev to a phone in the hallway. Bev picked up the receiver and just stared at the numbers. Her sister was going to kill her. She guessed that at least she'd never be asked to babysit again. Bev dialed the cell phone number. The phone was ringing.
I want ninjas!!!!
Date: 2004-07-06 01:44 pm (UTC)Beverly was about to reply when the blade of a katana suddenly slid in front of her throat.
"Hang up the phone," came a voice from behind her. She did as she was told without uttering a word to Bertha. Bev turned slowly around and found herself face to face with a ninja!
"You will do as I say," he commanded and proceeded to....