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Ninety Second Story

25 Oct

What the heck, let’s play a game. If you like.

Click the “Read More” part of this entry ONLY when you have at least ninety seconds to devote to it. I am going to ask you to write a story. I will give you the idea below the line. You have ninety seconds to write the whole story, beginning, middle, and end. You can go back and edit it for spelling and punctuation if you like, but nothin’ else. Just a raw, quick story. It’ll be fun.

It WILL be fun! Come back!

This is a meme, or a blog chain, or whatever it’s called, and I tag Lori’s Commune as the next place for you to go and write another ninety second story. She’ll be so pleased, since I didn’t discuss this with her.

Ready?

Get set…

STORY IDEA: A woman sky-dives out of an airplane and discovers after only a minute that she has the power of flight, but knows that her husband is on the ground waiting for her. So what does she do?

GO!

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15 Comments

Posted by on October 25, 2007 in Uncategorized

 

15 responses to “Ninety Second Story

  1. MidnightMuse

    October 25, 2007 at 7:46 pm

    Edna pulled the cord, but to her horror, nothing happend !
    “Oh Noes!” she thought. Frantically, her arms began to flap as if of their own accord. As she flapped, thinking of her husband and that slut of a secretary she’d caught him with that very morning, she hardly noticed her forward progress.
    “Hang on, what’s this?”
    She was flying! Her flapping slowed, and she leaned to the left, soaring with grace and ease. A few more practice flaps, and her confidence grew.
    After ten minutes of effortless flight, that Big Gulp started protesting its containment in her bladder.
    It was easier than she thought, getting her jeans unzipped as she glided over her husband.

    (what did you expect in 90 seconds?)

     
  2. Pete Tzinski

    October 25, 2007 at 7:49 pm

    That’s what I expected. Hah! Terrific!

     
  3. Arachne Jericho

    October 26, 2007 at 3:13 am

    On waves of air she skimmed the skies, wondering if she could burst through the puffs of clouds far above. She remembered her husband, but the thought danced at the edge of her mind, crowded out by the open sky, endless and blue. She wondered what he would think of her. Crazy, maybe. No, definitely. If she should tell him… well, she could deal with it later. This would be her secret. She fell back into freefall and opened her parachute, regretting her departure from the world of sky.

     
  4. Cath

    October 26, 2007 at 5:13 am

    “Oh god, why did I do this?”

    Elena stared at the ground below, trying to see her husband in the hundred tiny specs on the ground.

    “Go!”

    She jumped.

    Air rushed around her, roaring in her ears, and she roared back. She could fly.

    The specs grew closer, larger. Elena hadn’t opened her parachute.

    She heard her husband’s cry.

    And pulled the cord.

     
  5. Cath

    October 26, 2007 at 5:14 am

    Ick.

     
  6. Pete Tzinski

    October 26, 2007 at 6:45 am

    What’s interesting, Cath is that if I’m reading it right, you approached it from the idea that “she could fly,” meant the feeling of jumping out of the airplane and not LITERAL flight. (Or perhaps I’m reading it wrong.)

    All three takes on this are really cool so far. I figured this post would be met with deafening silence. 😀

     
  7. MidnightMuse

    October 26, 2007 at 8:20 am

    See, my Edna could fly, but my Fairies (on Lori’s blog) couldn’t 😀 I’m gonna burn in hell.

     
  8. Cath

    October 26, 2007 at 8:28 am

    Yup, that’s exactly how I took it, Pete. 🙂

    **hands MM a pitchfork for future use**

     
  9. tjwriter

    October 26, 2007 at 3:11 pm

    Alison focused on not plummeting to her death, and it took her a moment to realize that she was not falling to the earth, yet propelling forward.

    She spun and looped for many moments before she noticed the other jumpers getting close to the ground.

    With a sigh, she changed her train of thought, pulled the parachute chord, and descended down to see her husband waiting for her arrival.

     
  10. carrieinpa

    October 26, 2007 at 7:59 pm

    “Oh god ohgod ohgod what was I thinking?!” Allison tried not to panic and pull the cord too soon. After a moment, she realized that she was moving upward, sideways, forward… She flexed her arms and legs and swooped around, doing stunts.

    “THIS IS AMAZING!” She shouted to the wind.

    She glanced downward, noticing her husband, knowing he would be freaking out.

    Never opening her chute, she landed on the ground beside him.

     
  11. carrieinpa

    October 26, 2007 at 8:00 pm

    Meh.

     
  12. carrieinpa

    October 26, 2007 at 8:01 pm

    Oh, hey! We both named her Allison/Alison! 😀 GMTA.

     
  13. tjwriter

    October 27, 2007 at 6:30 am

    LOL! That is funny. The name just popped into my head.

     
  14. Pete Tzinski

    October 27, 2007 at 11:21 am

    GMTA?

    God, My Thoughts Alarm?

     
  15. Arachne Jericho

    October 27, 2007 at 1:30 pm

    Great Minds Think Al(l)ison

     

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