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Let’s Write a Story!
I’ve got a crazy idea. I should probably be commited. I mean, I am commited, which is why I’m trying to entertain you with something new. Either way, it’s still pretty crazy.
Have you ever written a story with someone? You write a few lines/paragraphs/pages and then pass it to a friend and they write some, lather, rinse and repeat? It’s the coolest. Well, not the coolest… That’s a tough call to make, ranging from boobies to sharks. Still, it’s pretty awesome.
Today, I installed a comment notification plugin so that you can get email updates on comments to a particular post. I use it often, and got the idea from Elly Lou. In celebration of what would normally be a complete non-event, I’ve hatched a plan to have some fun together.
I’d like to write a story together. Maybe it’ll be ongoing, maybe it’ll last 5 comments. I’m interested to see what happens. You guys are all pretty funny, and have great imaginations to my best of knowledge. I’ll start something out below to set the tone. You just type something up in the comments, then hit refresh to make sure nobody else has posted before you and send your comment to add on to the story.
The beginning:
The room flashed with light of all colors. The air filled with jabbering and jingles. It was after midnight and the air was warm in this small downtown apartment. Ruby’s paycheck didn’t place her in the social class that could allow air conditioning, so she made due. In fact, there wasn’t much money to be made in the field of…
Ok – go. Invent, change and combine. Read all the previous story before you post, and try to post with an open ending, providing a good starting point for the next.
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professional dog walking, especially in Utah. This is part of the reason why she had these nightly parties. The girls came to show off and offer their services, and the guys came to see what they could snatch up. By hosting it in her apartment she was able to make enough of a profit off these sex addicts to pay rent. Sex sells, and boy did she know it. If her landlord only had a clue that she was hosting Mormon prostitution parties on his property. She thought back to what happened last time the cat got out of the bag about her nightly gigs…..
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Well fuck Mandy, I can’t come up with a damn thing to follow that.
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and made a mental note never to suffer that kind of humiliation again. It was important to safeguard her main source of income, so observing the formalities that need to surround such gatherings (staggered arrivals, lookout points, violent looking thugs to collect the cash)was incredibly important. The oldest profession was not without it’s risks.
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How many nights had Ruby spent in the ER trying to dislodge tiny pirate hats from her and her client’s orifices? Those Mormons really liked to party and ran with a dangerous, swashbuckling crowd. She was really looking forward to her much needed vacation. She couldn’t wait to…
Elly Lou´s last blog ..Poon Tang Dynasty
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get started pulling out the required decorations for tonight’s event. Streamers, check. Body paint, check. Three boxes of Sharpies… Hmmm… Something’s missing though. Where on earth did she put the…
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kiddie pool and the lime jello? Hopefully Sheldon would remember the duct tape and Twizzlers. Last time they’d hosted a party together he completely forgot the…
Elly Lou´s last blog ..Poon Tang Dynasty
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ten copies of the Book of Mormon and the special undergarments they liked to hand out at the door as the clients were leaving. Just because they had just spent an evening of unbridled hedonism together was no reason to forget the Latter Day Saints and all they could bring to the table. She walked over to the bed and….
kelly´s last blog ..Betterment
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Thanked the Sky Fairy the Latter Day Saints was such a bitching band. Pushing the pink feather boa aside, she crawled into bed. After an hour of unsuccessful slumber, Ruby threw off the covers. Hell, she didn’t feel like sleeping anyway, and WHO LEFT OUT THE WHIPPED CREAM? THAT was what kept rubbing against her leg down there… May as well make it useful, she determined…
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So off she went to make a pie. Ruby was known throughout the Mormon-sex-party community for making her sweet cherry pie. Whipped cream in hand, she charged for the kitchen door. The whipped cream went flying and Ruby came tumbling down when she fell over…
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a naked body lying lifeless on the black and white tiled kitchen floor. Ruby quickly scrambled to her feet so she could get a good view of the male figure who was curled up in the fetal position, wearing nothing but a black silk blindfold. At first Ruby panicked, wondering just how long the man had been. She couldn’t recall who was at her last gathering and just what had happened. Then Ruby suddenly remembered! The mas was…
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that asshole the cable company had sent over to repair her line. How had he gotten out of his shackles? Ruby suspected…
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Foul play. There was not other explanation. Well… Few other explanations. Most of them involved the very can of whipped cream that she was holding.
She rolled the man over on his side to see a note taped to his forehead that read:
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“I know about your sick little parties that you throw. Unless you want me telling your landlord, the police and your parents, get rid of this body and meet me at the McDonald’s down the street in 3 days at noon with $1 million. I will be wearing a Notre Dame ball-cap.” Signed, “Chikn Nug’t”
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Ruby ran through the possibilities in her head. It could be that nosy Nancy from down the hall or could it be old man Sanders on the 2nd floor? He was always giving her that “look.” The thought just made her skin crawl.
She picked up the phone and called…
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her go to gal Olive. She would know how to handle this situation. Now she just had to stop her fingers from shaking enough to hit the buttons. This shitstorm was not going to rain down on her head alone- she would bring the whole crew down with her if need be. She shook off that selfish thought and began to dial slowly. Ring. A voice at the other end……….
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Interrupted her dialing. In an attempt to dial the phone, she had answered the phone.
“Hello? Who is this?”
“Unimportant. What I need to know from you is…
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“do you want to live? If not, I am hanging up on you right now. I don’t help people that won’t help themselves. Now Ruby I’ll ask again, do you want to live?” In her shock, Ruby was speechless. The voice belongs to a man, one that sounds angry, obsessed and seasoned. There is something both dangerous and comforting about the man on the other end of the line. Ruby realizes that she hasn’t answered his question when she hears a loud “Ehm” through the receiver. She then makes her decision, straightens her back and says into the phone…
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