Let's Write a Short Story Together
For those of you who might think I have forgotten about writing a story using the characters you donated to me, I assure you have not. Those wonderful characters are running around in my brain, some of them fermenting in the twisted pathways of my psyche, and hopefully getting ready to gel into a plot of some sort. My dilemma is this: I was given wonderful characters by my fellow hubbers and I need to treat them with the respect they deserve. But a wicked urge comes over me when I get ready to write...an urge to write a funny story. Or at least what passes as funny for me. Which isn't everyone's cup of tea, I might add. So there is my question. Do I get serious about this story, or do I follow my temptation toward humor? I don't yet know the answer. But I am working on it.
In the meantime, I had an idea that we should all write a story together. The way it will work is this: I'll start, since it's my hub. And then everyone who wants to participate can continue the story in their comment. Each person who comments after that will continue it from the previous comment. I think it will be fun! Want to try? Put on your thinking caps and let's make up a great story. I can't wait to see the responses!
The beginning of the story
Grover shuffled toward the post office, a red envelope in one hand and his keys in the other. His wiry gray hair poked up haphazardly around his small round head, and his wire-rimmed spectacles were perched on the end of a somewhat bulbous nose. Stepping to one side, he held the door open for a lady to enter ahead of him.
Inside the red envelope was a money order for $50 and his fingernail clippings, carefully wrapped in a small square of plastic wrap and taped for good measure. This spell better work. I can't take much more. His hand trembled as he slid the letter into the slot.
Madame Jeruso had promised him she could stop his torment, guaranteed she could put a wall between him and the men who pursued him. He had no choice but to try it. The police had been no help at all, thinking him a daft old man in the beginning stages of Alzheimer's. Hell, the police couldn't even seem to see his persecutors, much less apprehend them.
Okay. There you have it. Now, you take the story from that point, and let's see what happens!