It was a dark and stormy night…part II

12 August, 2010
Rat Fink

I think it’s time for another round-robin tale telling.  We did one almost a year ago, and it was hilarious.

If you’re too lazy to click over to the last one to look at the rules, I’ll reprint them here:

Rules of the Game

  1. Only add a few sentences at a time — but you can add on to the story as many different times as you like.
  2. Don’t click the “Reply” link following the first commenter’s post. Just start a new comment altogether (scroll down to “Leave a Reply”). That way, the story will read down the page, and we won’t nest ourselves into a 1-centimeter-wide column.
  3. The Fink gets the last line of the story. Because Kody will simply write, “Everyone died. The End.”

:P

When the tale is told, I’ll write the end and close the comments. Ready, steady, go! I’ll begin.

It was a dark and stormy night.

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Edwin C. Rasterburn
Edwin C. Rasterburn
12 August, 2010 8:44 am

Nope…no…that would not do at all. Mildred hammered down on the backspace key and began again…”it was slightly dim and there was some wind and rain too, and…”…rats…that was no good either. She threw the laptop across the room and decided to go for a walk.

Mavis
Mavis
12 August, 2010 9:15 am

Mildred donned her rain slicker because of the heavy fog. The weather mirrored her mood as she made her way down the darkened street. She had just passed the only house on her block that had been slated for demolition when, something, she wasn’t exactly sure…was there someone “crying” in that old place?

Adam Rhine
Adam Rhine
12 August, 2010 10:47 am

As she started down the walkway her foot was caught on the unlevel concreate that made the trail. She fell hard as she landed on her right knee, she started to tear up as she looked down to examine her now bloody knee, but as her eyes began to fog the “cry” rang out again, all thoughts about herself vanished as she limped her way up the steps.

Kodye
Kodye
12 August, 2010 1:19 pm

Mildred became nervous. She was prone to panic attacks and knew she had to calm herself. She began to sing to herself “So I put my hands up,they’re playing my song, and the butterflys fly away, noddin’ my head like yeah,moving my hips like yeah”. Mildred knew of the calming effects of Miley Cyrus’ music.

Chris G
Chris G
12 August, 2010 4:04 pm

Mildred opened her eyes, “what a terrible fall!” she exclaimed. She fell again, as she was hobbling up the steps toward the foggy cry. “I must’ve blacked out for a second. I had the strangest nightmare…it was filled with terrible, overproduced music and poorly constructed lyricism….” As she picked herself up Mildred shuttered. Where she was heading to now was not nearly as scary as where she had just been in her mind’s eye. She looked at the door…

Greg
Greg
12 August, 2010 11:08 pm

Mildred heard the accordion playing before she saw it. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, the familiar polka tune grew louder. She flung open the door, ran into the foyer and discovered the grandson of Myron Floren, playing the “Clarinet Polka” at twice the normal tempo. Little Schloemi Floren’s hand ran up and down the keyboard at lightening speed–a tempo which rivaled that of his grand-daddy.