Writing Chains

[LinckHillPoultry]

I declare we do writing chains

For those of you who don't know what a writing chain is, it is a chain that consists of 1 paragraph written by each person. Only one paragraph per post, and it usually ends up being a totally random funny story.

The paragraphs must consist of at least 5 sentences.

Keep it forum appropriate and follow the rules set forth by Nifty.

*The first person that comes along and sees this post gets to choose the starting sentence for their paragraph.*

Example: (The example sentence is in bold)

A big ugly hidious monster that looked like its head was balding stepped in front of my path. A bottle of Rogaine magically appeared in my hand and I pointed it at the balding mid criosis monster and squeezed. Rogaine flew everywhere and the monster grew hair like there was no tomorrow... (so on and so forth)



Sentence starters for the first person to choose from are:

1) One day I was skipping along and saw...
2) I smelt a strange smell that smelled like...
3) It was a dark and stormy night...
4) I felt like I was forgetting something...
5) I was lost in the woods...


The posts after the first post must be a continuation of the story.


Have fun!

 

[The Chicken Lady]

I felt like I was forgetting something as I headed out of the house that morning. The sun was rising, and tendrils of smoky light permeated the fog that filled the valley below. I could hear the wind whispering gently through the grasses as I felt my way through the meadow, eyes closed, using my other senses to guide me. Everything in nature seemed calm, patient, a sharp contrast to the swift beating of my heart and the rapid intake of breath as I climbed to the top of the mountain. There I would find the secret place; my grandmother had first shown me how to get there when I came of age. However, she failed to warn me about what I would find there today...

 

[ChuckenGirl]

. It came out of nowhere, Grammy had prepared me for everything but this. It was huge, I nearly pooped and peed my pants, good thing i had extra underwear and toilet paper, she told me to pack tons of that. This thing, it was terrifily ugly, like a mixture of Steve Erkle, Micheal Jackson and Aunt Beatriz. Not even the best artist could draw what i had to face, I started running and its footsteps were loud and it crushed the ground as it ran, i now know why there was a sign that said " If you value your life don't cross this fence ! " I couldn't read when i first saw it and never paid much attention to it. This place was beautiful and I was so happy when i came, but i know after this day i wasnt coming back because there was nothing stopping this thing because it was the...

(ETA: Extra sentence to make a paragraph)

 

[eggzettera]

Tax man with auditors, my records where not in order & they knew it. They smelled the fear on me & descended upon me like a blood sucking creature of the night. All knew that they had spawned from such manipulative, unrelenting & unsympathetic lineage that they could not possibly been born of this earth. As I turned to run, screaming "Those are all allowable deductions....

edit cause I do know how to spell.....well kinda....

 

[The Chicken Lady]

...a brilliant flash shone all around me. From out of nowhere, leaped a giant rooster, as big as a horse. Its body was chestnut brown, its tailfeathers gleamed with an iridescent green, and its talons looked like they could piece me right through. A big, floppy comb, strawberry red, crowned its head and wobbled slightly as the enormous fowl moved closer. It perched on a nearby tree stump and cocked its head, regarding both me and my assailant with a huge, glimmering black eye. "Ba-GAWK?" the bird asked. It seemed almost laughable, but the expression on his beaked face belied an almost godlike intelligence, I was sure.

I didn't know what to think. I wasn't used to communicating with chickens, especially giant and possibly omniscient ones. As I struggled with the choice between responding conversationally and running for dear life, the evil tax man lunged for me and grabbed my arm, letting loose a bellow of triumph. I screamed; the image of a horrendous fate buried to death under mountains of paperwork and calculators flashed before my eyes.

Suddenly, a red blur flashed between the tax man and me. The tax man let go of my arm, almost as if he had been ripped away. In the confusion that followed, I tripped and fell to the ground. I heard a horrible, bloodchilling screm...was it mine? I blacked out.

When I came to, I found myself staring at a sharp beak, poised only inches from my face... I felt I had escaped one dire fate only to be hurled into the clutches of another.

Then, I realized that the rooster was staring at the ruby necklace my grandmother had given me before she passed on. It was warm...and somehow glowing strangely, as if it were lit from within. That was different, I thought.

"Ba-gawk?"

(***I know this was kinda long, but I was really getting into it! Hee hee...***)