Inviting Everybody To Continue The Story

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Here is a story, folks, left in the lurch, as it were!

Anybody and everybody is most welcome to continue with the story and it could even be a chain story with more and more people joining in:


I had been sitting, nursing my coffee, in the darkest corner of the make-shift restaurant for what looked like a lifetime but could not have been more than 20 minutes, thinking of ways to killing my wife - well, not actually thinking but reviewing -and discarding one after another as implausible or too obvious and at my wits end when in walked the object of my hate in person!

It was all I could do not to jump out of my skin for, she was the last person I expected to see in such a seedy place. More than the oddity of the place, it was her clothes that immediately caught my eyes. My oh-so-high-flown wife to show up not in her never-get-old-clothes (how could they? I have never known her to repeat a dress more than 5 times) but in some non-descript dress was more than I could take. I saw her peering into the darkness and I knew that before she got accustomed to the dim light in the place, her having come in from the sun that was beating down outside, I needed to do some serious Houdini act.

( To be continued by you)

Hi everybody,

Please feel yourself at home and try your hand

Best of luck and Thank you

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS

Lacking Houdini's stage props, my recourse had to be more mundane. I spied the "Hombres" restroom sign at the back, behind the bar - and made a beeline for it.

How I hoped to observe the wife-become-barhopper from within its confines, I didn't take time to ponder. But I knew I had to get to the bottom of this development! That was when I noticed that this unkempt men's loo housed some janitorial equipment, too, including a smock and a hat. Aha! I thought. . . .

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thirdmillenium 6 years ago from Here, There, Everywhere Author

Thanks Nelli

The story was left i n the lurch, as it were! I wrote it when I joined here a year ago. You are the first one to take it on


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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS

Ah, - well I understand. Last time I was involved in a continuous story, it generated only the two of us participating. But it emerged into a fantastic sci-fi epoch and was truly fun, as well as being a light-on for me. I could write but never had confidence in my story-writing ability. But I've been caught up in a few other continuous stories which quickly became so trite - lowest common denominator type - that no amount of upgrading could salvage them. Most tedious! So, yes - I do understand, though I'd have thought in a group of writers like HP, there would have been more takers and good ones, too!

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RunAbstract 5 years ago from USA

I was seriously considering donning this rather smelly attire, grabbing the broom and trying to act my way out, when I looked up and saw the window glass was completely gone. It was a smallish window, but if I squirmed and turned just right I thought I had a real chance at escape.

I was mumbling things to myself like, "What in Hell is she doing here in the first place?" As I streached up and grabbed the window seal.

In moments I was outside, and glad of it. as I spied around the corner of the building I saw her car sitting half way up the block. Oh happy day!

I casually walked toward her red convertable "baby" (that had cost me a small fortune), and just as casually opened up the cap of the rear, street side valve stem. I placed a small rock inside the cap, and screwed it back on as far as it would go.

The hisssss of air gradulally flowing out was music to my ears.

I crossed the street, cut down an alley thinking she could deal with a flat on her own for once in her life. But less than 10 minuets later her familiar ringtone sounded on my faithful, cell. I ignored it, but naturally she left a voicemail.

I saw a rain gutter on the side of the street and tossed my cell into it!

"Kiss my ass Honey!'' I said to myself. Then I hailed a cab, went to the bank and emptied both our joint accounts. Since there was a travel agent three blocks down, I decided to take a little vacation, before I did something I would live to regret.

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