Tuesday, May 23, 2006

No update Tuesday

Meetings, meetings, meetings, and not even the fun telecon kind during which one can troll the net or trade e-mails with buddies.
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Feel free to mill about in the archives or leave nasty anonymous comments in random places.
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Or, as an alternative form of amusement, I invite you to write a little story in today's comments, starting with this line:
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"Annabelle hadn't always been this afraid of the dark. As a child she had had preternaturally sharp night vision, and could swing from treetops using the vestigial tail that had been present at birth."
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Perhaps it could become a group activity? One line at a time per commenter? Your story, your rules......

2 comments:

mr. schprock said...

Annabelle hadn't always been this afraid of the dark. As a child she had had preternaturally sharp night vision, and could swing from treetops using the vestigial tail that had been present at birth. But then she fell in love with Batboy, and learned from him that sonar was far more reliable than using one's eyes, no matter how good she thought they were. She tried to emulate his shrieks, but it was no good. Without Batboy, she could no longer trust herself in the dark. As they hung upside down together from their tails in Batboy's murky cave, she grew frightened at the thought of his leaving her one day, leaving a profound mistrust of the dark in the void left behind.

When Batboy was tragically carried off by that owl one cold and moonless night, her world collasped. To this day, Annebelle can be seen stumbling about our town wearing a blindfold she'll never take off — to remove it would dishonor to Batboy's memory. And to anyone who greets the poor bereft soul, this what she replies:

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"


THE END

tiff said...

Mr S - Awesome!!!!!!