Do you want to be part of a story telling game, and adventure, journey, gathering. Be the first then we'll take turns.

Here's my line: Mary Kay wants to :______________.

You fill in the blank then I'll add your comments to my next addition to the story. Here are some suggestions: walk her dog, jump on a trampoline, fly a plane, climb a mountain, meet that guy in the corner booth at the cafe where she met Jen for lunch today. You choose a comment such as one of these and I'll add it in like this:

Mary Kay wants to climb a mountain so she can sit and daydream about the guy sitting in the corner booth at the cafe where she met Jen for lunch today.

I'll enter the thoughts together and turn them into a story that we make together.

I have three rules:

• No adult content (maybe another day on a different website????)
• Have fun
• use your imagination

Thanks, happy writing.

Mary Kay wants to climb a mountain so she can sit and daydream about the guy sittin in the corner booth at the cafe where she met Jen for lunch today.

She wants to put on her new jeans, coat, and shoes when she gets back from her hike. He was sitting there with that look in his eye, like he knew she'd seen him. She's thinking she'd like to parade around town in her new "skinny jeans" hoping that she might just bump into her heart throb.

She pictured him in her mind one more time, then thought:_____________________

Mary Kay pictured him in her mind one more time then thought that a hike up the mountain would probably help her fit into her skinny jeans better. So, she continued walking as she thought again, "Especially a very long hike."

As she returned to her car her clothes stuck to her with the perspiration from her long, long, extra long hike and thought:_______________________

As her long walk came to an end, She thought about how hot that guy made her feel, this hike was no match. So she drove back home for that much needed soak; while she thought about him a little more. She was imagining his face when the phone rang. She heard Jen's voice coming out of the answering machine, just beyond the bathroom door, "I know where to find him . . ." her voice paused from the taunting song she'd left for Mary Kay, "I know, I know . . .I know . . ." she sang some more as Mary Kay shuffled her soapy wet feet to the door, her hands kept slipping from the knob as goose bumps grew up and down her skin, then just as she managaed to aim for the phone, "click."