For those who haven’t done it before, round-robin ‘riting is like a relay race. One person writes for a while, then stops and lets someone else take over for a while. You can find examples in earlier RRR threads. It helps to decide in advance whether to agree on an overall leader to keep the story on track, and whether certain characters “belong” to certain writers as in a role-playing game. Beyond that, anything goes.
Now: who’s in, and what’s the story?
Yes!
I’m in…though I still don’t really understand it very well…
We should make this one about anthro street cats.
Pinnapple, a orange, brown tom, was walking along the street, loking at the houses. They were so beautiful… his colony had the best territory in all of suburbia.
Seeing a mouse, he queitly crouched, and then POUNCE, Got it!
He then started eating. The meat was tender, juicy, fresh. Purring, he walking into the Smth yard, where his mate and kittens were.
“Honey” he said to his mate, who was literally named Honey. “How are the kits?”. “Beautiful’ she said. A tawny-brown kit waled up to pinnapple. “Daddy?” he asked. “Yes” said Pinnapple. “I’m am your father”.
There entire colony was in the smith yard. His colony had 10 cats in total, and boy were they close-knit. Pinnapple was leade r of it all. He would never let ANYTHING happen to his colony…
mmmmm….maybe
I think i”l make a character on sunday…
Ewwwwwwwwwww!!!
Cats are sooooooooo boring. Let’s have our characters start a socialist revolution in a fantasy land. It would be so much more interesting, you know? Like:
Jovkro took another swallow of the greeah. Potent stuff, and fiery. He turned his attention back to the speaker, who was giving the same tired old stuff about the future of Kawarha. It sounded pretty well regurgitated to him, but some of the other people around him were falling for it. Idly, he wondered when the revolution would come.
If not cats, what about a skulk of foxes? i want to do animals this time, we’ve doine humans for too long.
Animals are booooooooring. They eat, they sleep, they mate, and they excrete. They end. That’s why we’re not doing animals. They’re awful to write about!
i like Queenies idea…
Not anthropomorphic animals, which can talk. They have territory battles, Explore, and play. Animals do much more than what you listed.
How about we do a RR about a dysfuntional Presidential Adminstration? We can make up a president and cabinet…
Oh, by the way, have you ever been to an animal RPG? Have you read Lionboy? Warriors? Julie of the wolves?
one day there was an elephant. the elephant was pink. with ORANGE dots. the poor elephant has no friends because every one thought he had the beaubonic plauge. He was very…
(some onr eneeds to finish this, so it can be considered RRW)
happy about this because he had REALLY bad gas and he didnt wantANYONE to find out about it
How about a story about anthropormorphic animals starting a socialist revolution? Like in Animal Farm
(which some people hate, but we’ll make ours better than that one)
i didn’t like julie of the wolves very much…
*ponders*
One recipe for story writing I’ve heard goes like this: Think up a basically appealing character. Give the character a problem. Then show how he or she overcomes the problem. The character has to fail at least once.
So you might start by developing an interesting character. (If it’s a teenaged girl with magical powers, however, I might stop reading.)
Our character should live in remote/primitive area. Like on an island in a small community, or a village in the mountains.
Or we could go for the complete opposite: a big bustling city, crowded up with lots of people.
OK.
There is a guy named Bob Sandy. He is president of Penningland. But he is really stupid, and a blowhard. His people hate him.
I was kidding. Knowing this crowd, there’s no way you’re going to keep magic out of the story.
Besides, I have to read it. I’m a GAPA.
So… more characters for the Bob Sandy story.
Theres the vice president, Roger Alexader, who is a complete idiot as well. Then theres the smart-alec Attorney General, Sandy Beaches, who is secretly in love with President Sandy.
I’ll let you come up with more.
You just need one to start with–one good one, whom a lot of people will enjoy reading and writing about. Don’t rush it; it has to be a group effort.
OK.
Bob Sandy was in the Triangle Office. He had a bill sitting on his desk. “Bill to stop giant meteor that will dystory the whole of the varacta providence”. He thought for a momment, and then sighed “Veto”. “It would cost too much money. We need that money for our war with Cheeseland”.
He walked out of the orange house, secret serivce following him, and then came across Sandy Beaches, the Attorney General. “Good evening, Sandy” he said. “Hows It going”. “Pretty good” said Sandy. “I just…”. “HI-LO!!!” said Vice President Alexander, stumbling along. “President likey miller lite?”.”Now, as I was my husb- as I was telling President Sandy…” said the Attorney General.
character idea
name: Andersen
age: 25-30 ish
physical descprition: average looking. brown curly hair, brown eyes, slightly unshaven, medium hight. (boring looking).
personality: cynical, witty. prefers being isolated but also very good at manipulating social scenes.
occupation: drifter. very rich (how he came to be this way is a mystery). likes to explore space, has visited many different planets and is fluent in the languages of many of them.
problem: looking for something? trying to invent/discover somemthing?
needs work, but I think the ideas of other people would make him more interesting.
*ahem* I beleive I alreayd started the Round Robin. Does anyone object to mine/
Song Yue twiddled her thumbs nervously. What was she to do? She lived in a grand, spacious palace with many wonderful luxuries, but despite how her parents tried to keep it from her, she knew that the world outside the palace was crumbling. Empress Xingla and Emperor Shykongnat were excellent parents, but virtually incapable rulers.
The twelve-year-old had seen the writing on the wall when the Chief Advisor Dohmblai Shimiko had died. At his funeral, her parents had been understandably sad; Dohmblai had brought them together. But there was another thing in their faces. Fear. The Chingonka rebel group had been troubling the Anshiogymna Empire for years. Only Dohmblai and his natural leadership abilities had succeeded in keeping the vast empire together.
The empire was up against a wall. Everyone thought that as long as the Commands of Liang were with the rulers, things would be well. The Commands of Liang had gone missing the day of the Royal Marriage, mysteriously. According to ancient legends, the only thing that would save the empire in a time like this was the rise of a new leader, and the sacrificial death of the incompetent ones. Song Yue was the only heir to the Anshiogymnese Stargazer Lilly Throne. The legend had never said anything of the child of the rulers taking the reins of the empire, but all of the Liang priests said it was most unlikely for any offspring to succeed in ruling after their unfit parents.
Song Yue knew that if her parents were killed, she would most likely be forced to die with them. Or worse… she would be made a bride of one of the Chingkongan warrior princes, a Chingkongan rafnut. The people wouldn’t care. They would see her as the devilspawn of the incapables, and devilspawn should be wed to devilspawn. People were already wary of their rulers after the cruel reign of Song Yue’s grandfather. People were dying to no avail in the army in fighting the rebels everyday, which helped not a bit.
blegh we’re all coming up with different things…can we have 3 storylines going at once?? i like the complex and tense emotion of adolescent realistic fiction.
i want to join, though.
wait a second—-so what are we doing?
Lets stick with President Sandy, PLEASE? Dysfuntional Governemnt+Dysfuntional Media= Comedy Gold. Any late night talk show host could tell you that.
I like Skipper’s idea. problem= running away? like he lost someone or something like that and he’s looking for a way to forget? dunno, just an idea…
What do you guys think? You like???????????????
Haven’t you people learnt anything from the other RRR threads? This is what’ll happen:
!. We’ll go full-force on this one for a little while.
2. Then activity will slowly peter out ’til no one comes on anymore except for a few devoted writers.
3. And then even they will instead be drawn to other threads. 4. The GAPA’s will start another RRR.
5. Repeat from step 1.
Idea:
The Hand and Hammer Society, a Japanese school that teaches ‘special’ people. This was a story idea I had once, so I have an outline made.
NOTE: Hiko is the main charecter, not his twin, Ayaui. She’s kinda boring.
The Hand and Hammer Society
Cast:
Main Character List
Yoshida Ayaui
Age: 14
Sex: Female
Height: 5â€2
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Black
Skin: Pale
Personality: Soft-spoken, intelligent, self-conscious, determined, pursues everything to the finish. She is silent, but never backs down.
Weapon: N/A
Magic: Hand of Spirit
Like: Strawberries, track meet
Dislike: Loud noises, bullies, crowds
Other: Hidehiko’s twin sister. Has blue crescent moon tattoo on the back of each hand.
Yoshida Hidehiko (Hiko)
Age: 14
Sex: Male
Height: 5â€4
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown
Skin: Light but not as pale as Ayaui’s
Personality: Likes to joke around, optimistic, a dreamer.
Weapon: Martial; shuriken
Magic: N/A
Like: Drawing, surfing the web
Dislike: Mint ice cream, snakes, stuffiness
Other: Ayaui’s twin brother.
Hirota Kaiki
Age: 13
Sex: Female
Height: 5â€1
Eyes: Black
Hair: Orange
Skin: Light
Personality: Bouncy, insane, prone to random outbursts, short attention span. Seems to take nothing seriously. She is both likeable and literate, but strange. However, she can be serious on occasion.
Weapon: Tambo; sansetsukon
Magic: N/A
Like: lemurs
Dislike: cows, water
Other: vegetarian
Peter Ingles
Age: 15
Sex: Male
Height: 5â€4
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Skin: Weather-beaten and tan
Personality: Dark, rebellious, cold. He is fierce and somewhat sexist. Hard to get close to, but fiercely protective for those he loves and/or feels responsible for. He is resentful of Hidehiko for being the ‘leader’, and therefore dislikes him.
Weapon: Makhaira paired with a chisakatana
Magic: Hand of Metal
Like: Authority—if he is the one administering it
Dislike: Rules and adults
Other: Hizoku hates and fears his Hand, and therefore never uses it if he can help it. He cannot use Qi but is a good fighter from practice and natural skill nonetheless.
Secondary Character List
Sensei
Age: 41
Sex: Male
Height: 6â€3
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin: Dark
Personality: Strict, ruthless, dry sense of humor, forgiving—but he still gives you a punishment after forgiving you. He is quiet and loves all his students.
Weapon: Virtually anything, but favors a katana paired with a wakizashi.
Magic: N/A
Like: Sunlight
Dislike: Stupidity
Other: No one knows he name, it seems—he is just called Sensei.
Helen Conner
Age: 33
Sex: Female
Height: 5â€6
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Skin: Pale
Personality: Friendly, social, supportive. She loves her students and they love her back—but she brooks no nonsense.
Weapon: N/A
Magic: Hand of Water
Like: Baby seals
Dislike: Russians
Other: She’s Irish born and bred.
Hana Nami
Age: 78
Sex: Female
Height: 4â€11
Eyes: Black
Hair: White
Skin: Light
Personality: Sharp, reclusive, distrustful, aloof, and authoritative. She is close to no one and nobody. Not actually mean or cruel, just distant.
Weapon: Unknown—no one’s ever seen her fight or knows if she even can.
Magic: Unknown, as above.
Like: Unknown
Dislike: Unknown
Other: Headmistress of the Hand and Hammer Society.
World:
Magic
Magic, or the Art of the Hand, is basically elemental. Each spellcaster is attuned to a certain Hand, and can use it to produce spell-like effects. For each element there are thirteen levels of experience; experience is gained through practice and training. Each level is different for each user, except for the last one: a complete and utter transformation into their Hand’s pure form.
Each Hand has a corresponding plane (the Plane of Light, the Plane of Wood, etc.) where it exists in pure form. The Hand user is able to tap into his or her power’s planes and draw out energy to use. The complete list of Hands is as follows:
Hand of Fire
Hand of Wood
Hand of Metal
Hand of Water
Hand of Light
Hand of Darkness
Hand of Wind
Hand of Ice
Hand of Earth
Hand of Spirit
Hand of Lightening
Hand of Chaos
Hand of Magic
Another form of power is Qi. This is simply mental energy used by those who meditate and practice the martial arts. Qi can be used by anyone who has the training, but certain people are able to use it without being taught. Simply, tapping into Qi increases speed, constitution, and the powers of concentration.
Setting
The Hand and Hammer Society is located southeast of Sendai, Japan. It is disguised as an ordinary boarding school, and it basically is. See topic.
The world itself is very like our own. It is just as strange to see people walking down the street with swords and the like as it is here, and spellcasting is unheard of. The year is 2004.
School
The H.H.S. was originally an organization set up to train Hand users. However, they soon realized that Qi users were mages in their own right and needed training just like the arcane Hand users. Now they train both, and after training a Qi user (also called a Hammer) is paired with a Hand.
The curriculum is much like normal schools—the children learn science, maths, history, art, language, and music just like in a normal school. The H.H.S. is not the only institution dedicated to training young Hands and Hammers; there is at least one in each major country. If a student is a Hand, besides these he or she learns to tap into his or her own plane. Hammers generally learn fighting techniques and mind control. However, some Hand students choose to learn Qi as well, although they never reach the levels the Hammers do.
Once a year each school takes a high-graded Hand and a Hammer from each of the six highest of the 13 grades to a predetermined meeting place to compete in contests of Hand and Hammer in friendly contests. It is possible to win prizes and honors for first, second, third, fourth, or fifth places.
Plot
The story begins with a graphic narrative tour and introduced to the Society. Ayaui and Hiko first come as six-year-olds to the school. Their mother, a Hammer who rejected her Qi when she became a Christian, was originally trying to suppress the twins’ powers. However, she found out that repressing a Hand’s or Hammer’s powers for too long could kill them, and she put the life of her children over her aversion to the supernatural, sending them to school. Ayaui and Hiko, frightened they would be separated, joined their spirits together using Ayaui’s Hand of Spirit, very advanced for six year olds. Now they are joined in that they can sense each other’s minds, and even hear each other’s thought when they concentrate. They also feel each other’s pain. If one dies, it is very likely the other will lack the will to live and waste away or go insane.
We are then pushed forward in time to when they are in ninth grade, and the interschool games are about to begin. Ayaui and Hiko are both chosen to compete. They both possess a disproportional amount of power for their ages, partly from natural talent and partly because when one runs out of energy, they unconsciously draw upon the strength of the other. They win first place in four out of six games. When they go to get their awards with the other winners, however, humans, dressed all in white, descend from helicopters and begin shooting the participants with poison darts. When the Hands fight back they manage to kill a few, but then some unknown force begins to protect the humans from all attacks. Many of the students are taken prisoner by the humans, some escape, and the building the winners are in is bombed. Ayaui and Hiko are saved from the disaster because a big piece of slate from the roof shields them. When they free themselves, all the other students (about 100 in all) have either fled or been captured except for two—Kaiki and Peter, who were also shielded from the rubble. The four band together and agree to find their classmates at all costs, traveling the world to save them.
The Bad Guys
The bad guys are members of a radical faith who believe Hand and Qi are the work of evil and seek to eradicate them. So far, they are the only ones who know about Hand and Hammer. They call themselves the Archangels and are divided into three teams: the White Angels, the Black Angels, and the Crimson Angels. The White Angels are the main, unelite members who serve as regular troops in battle but are basically normal people who mean well. The Black Angels are higher in rank, and mainly serve the Crimson Angels. The Crimson Angels are the generals, priests, and assassins of the Archangels, ruthless killers all.
The leader of the Archangels is the Prophet, who founded the faith and is secretly a Hand user. No one knows the Prophet’s gender or history or even appearance, because veils perpetually cover the Prophet’s features. He is incredibly powerful and is the reason why the humans were immune to the spell-effects. He uses the Hand of Magic, which is rumored only able to be defeated by Hammer and Hand joined together. Of course, this is impossible. No two users are ever joined…
If anyone wants to change anything, fine. Originaly this was going to be a comic, but I disgarded the idea.
Chaos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
lets all turn lamp shades into gold palstic spoons!
How could anyone dislike mint ice cream?
You all have fairly clear, good, but very different ideas. I can make individual threads if anyone wants to write a story on his/her own, to entertain others. Between installments, other MuseBloggers could post comments. Just say the word (but not the “pw” word).
ok, so there alot of ideas but no one’s agreeing i say we take a vote
copper,
skipper,
gwen,
phoenix,
or queenie?
(i vote for skipper)
NO teenagers. I HATE teenage writing.
i just had a large bowl of mint icecream……….
yo, phoenix, if you do write that story can i be chaos? your just too orderly/honorable/un-zyvivaish to pull it off.
1 vote for Copper
We could have two competing RRR threads and see which story winds up being longer and more exciting. You’d have to divide up into teams.
The thing: I want a comedy, not an adcenture. But, more interesting, definatly.
President Sandy for my side.
whoa, that’s a peaceful solution that presents a competition… sounds good to me.
i don’t care who wins as long as i get to be chaotic!
*turns mous into old sock for the heck of it*
That sounds more like an RPG than an RRR.
I kind of like Phoenix’s idea… doesn’t mean I’m going to vote for it, but I still like.
You know, it sounds a lot like Harry Potter, just in a different setting with different characters.
I like president sandy.
not phoenixes idea. it sounds as tho the whole thing is already thought up
Again, I’m happy to create individual threads for people who want to write stories on their own for others to read. I think two different RRRs and a smattering of one-author stories might keep everyone busy. Just let me know what you decide to do.
Ok, I don’t mean to beg and whine and grovel, but PLEASE, somebody, check out the RRR story I proposed. Please?????????????????????????????????????????????
I feel like President Sandy would be too predictable. What would the plot be, anyway?
I’ll probably just read and comment; I don’t really have time to write…
so, she’s sorta got a problem, how’s she gonna find an interesting solution?
Gwen, great idea. But parenting and ruling go together. I should know. I’m a ruler. But not a parent.
53- Bless you Queenie, bless you!
52- Who’re you talking about? I’m befuddled.
54: you! (gwen)
I’m not gonna plan that. It’s RRR. What other people write to it will affect the solution. I have the loose framework in my mind though, in case people get off-track, though.
The plot would be basically playing politics: war With Cheeseland that no one wants, monster huricanes that dystroy the Salinka providecne, and it would end with Sandy getting impeached
Oh, and The Sexcretary of state dieing ina drunk driving accident with the Vice Presient (Whos always drunk)
no, no, no, no. you guys have got the whole definition of round robin riting wrong!
(try saying that 3 times fast)
well back to the point. there is not planning. someone starts. they add charachters. they do whatever the heck they want. if they want to do cats, they can do cats. if they want to do a bunch of hands of light and darkness, they can. but we all are different writers, here. we don’t go by one person’s plot, because what if we don’t like it later on in the story? then it all turns into mush. we want to keep the RRR alive, focused. of course we have to have a climax, but as a group effort, we can not orbit around one person, contrary to the laws of the universe. WRITERS ARE REBELS!! you get it? don’t you remember uncle tom’s cabin, dragonseye (yes phoenix, waz a very very good book) harry potter….yeah, yeah, yeah adult writers go ahead and make a plot and such, but this is rrr, and its in favor of anything as long as it melts down into a nice story. so go ahead and start right now. it might seem crazy, but all of you who want freedom, you’ve come to the right place.
YAY! Plot-meshing!
all right theres a guy who runs a way because the incompetent gov’ment wants him arrested for no particular reason. or because hes a scientist/inventor, but still, harmless. while hes running a way he stumbeles on a secret magical society in the mountains. he asks for their help but they say no. he still learns magic there tho. and eventually the bad president gets impeached.
Twice upon a time in a land that only existed every third wendsday, there lived a penguin….
The peinguin was very sad. Named Bob, he was sad because all the peinguins had taken the march to the breeding grounds and he lost his chick, so he had to stay here.
“Wow” said Bob, looking at the shore. The tropical paradise he lived in was full to the brim with tourists.
“Oh, what a cute little peinguin!” said one human female. “BUZZ OFF!!!” said Bob, who could talk to humans. The girl went crying to her mother.
Bob sighed. What to do….
After due deliberation, he decided to set a trap for his lost chick. he carefully placed a trout on top of a plate with gold plastic silverwere at just the right angle foor penguin flippers to use.
he wondered idaly how his chick would be able to use the silverwere as she had no opposable thumbs, but he banished such thoughts form his mind.
That was the way heritics thought and heritics were banishe dto the land that only appeared on friday…
Aaargh. I give up. All of the somewhat interesting plots are being ignored ( anthro tomcat, hands, etc.) and we’re going to end up writing about an incompetent president or a questing penguin (which sounds a heck of a lot like Finding Nemo, by the way).
I’m going to the Writing 2006 thread.
*walks away*
Hey, I wanted to antro tomcat, but queenie said no. So I came up with the incomppetent president, and peole apparently think its no good. So were doing peinguin.
Bob waited and waited and waited. His chick was probably dead by now. He sighed. ‘What am I going to do?” he asked.
Just then, his mate, Monica, walked up to him. “Whats a amtter sweetheart?” she asked. “I.. I haven’t felt the same abot life since we lost little Joey” he said. “Don’t worry, we’ll find him” she said, biting his beak. This was not aggrssive: Contrays, it was peinguin kiss.
He then deicded to go back to the breeding grounds to look for him. Carefully, he started to waddle on the orange, hot sand.
exactly 104.6 feet away, the girl he had yelled at was crying in her mothers arms- stil.
“Why did the penguin hate me with such hatred?” she wailed. “Tis not like i wronged him.”
“Shhhhh,” her mother crooned. “penguins have hated this family for hundreds of years. Why i remember when your grandfather met a penguin and that penguin………”
“… Bit him in the butt. You see Melpomene, he had food, the peiguin wanted it, and by golly he was going to get it”. She cried thinking about it. “He didn’t have a butt after that”
“Really?” asked Melpomene, who was obviously greek. “Thats… terrible”.
Meanwhile, Bob was countinuing his journey, waddling along. He waddelded on the hot, tan, dry sand. He came across a patch of yellow sand. “Human….” he said, walking along.
A crab then came out. He was angry for no apparent reason. He pinched Bob very hard. “Ow!” said Bob.
He promtly ate the crab.
Excuse me, but I am very offended by the suggestion that my idea is plagerized. Plagerization is dishonerable and I would never, ever, ever knowingly plagerize. Even if you would, I would appreciate if you would keep your unwarrented accusations to yourself. A school for the supernatural is not an idea limited to HP. Have you ever read Charlie Bone? Wit’ch Fire? Brightly Burning? The Silver Griphon? The Wizard of London? The magical school theme was used for over A HUNDERED YEARS before Rowling came up with Scarface. And I spent HOURS on my research for that thing–did you know that all weapons mentioned are real? All names are genuine? Even the form of magic is based on the Oriental elemental energy beliefs. How could A FELLOW MUSER accuse me of plagarism and dishonesty? I’m ashamed I am so lowly thought of amoung my peers.
–the Phoenix
dudes, phoenix has an oriental sence of honor. she’s the most honest person i know.
Another one- Down a dark Hallway. A school for kids with ESP.
Yeah. And also Children of Chaos. Also the X-MEN, made loooong before HP. So there.
Unfortunately for Bob the penguin, the crab was a protector of the little girl whom Bob had wronged. So when he ate the crab, he promptly
Began to have severe stomach pains, due to the crabs claws pinching him.
crab claws…sounds interesting.
“AUUUGH!” Screamed Bob, running around like his aunt Jessica, who was now locked up in a yellow room with padded walls. “Attack of the crab who wouldn’t die!”
A passing producer heard this and said to Bob: “I really like your idea. It could be–
I think Phoenix’s idea is awesome (32).
how about we spilt into groups of 5ish….We could all do our own stories….
cotinued of #76“A hit in the theaters, especially with the current bloodthirsty mood.” Bob began to die.
As bob died his entire calander flashed before his eyes. I cant die yet, he thought, i havn’t even seen a Sunday.
This caused the producer to be struck by a moral dilemma. He knew that if the penguin was terminated, he would not have to pay to use his idea. However, being a murderer could really hurt his ratings. On that line, saving the life of an innocent penguin would boost popularity. Finaly, however, he made his choice, and yelled:
Bob then died. Gods then came and said “Bob, you were a good soul. I will ressurect you”. And with that, Bob was ressurected, the crab dead.
While he was dead, however, Bob had a most unusual experience.
Oops. Ignore my post.
Maybe we need a comment 81.5 to fill in the gap, something like:
…and yelled: “HELP! Is there an ornithologist on the beach? SOMEBODY SAVE THIS PENGUIN!” But it was too late.
Bob remembered the experince: He was in heaven, and walking on the clouds. Then, he saw him…. his lost chick. “Daddy” said the Chick. “I died. But now… well…. now you’re dead too. We can be together”.
Bob started crying. Why, oh why?
Meanwhile , the girl….
was thinking of ways to get penguins to like her. So she went to the library and began to read the huge volumes of 36573646484394669 pageson penguins. then an idea struck her.
The girl thought to herself. “Why am I wasting my time here? I don’t need to read about other penguins, I need to go see that penguin again and find out about him so I can get him to like me!” Before she left the library, she finished the other book she’d started when she’d had her thought, “Everything You’ll Ever Need to Know to Become an Official Ornithologist (and instructions for CPR, too)”.
The girl heard someone scream for an ornithologist when she reached the beach. Running hard, her sandals slapping the pavement, she tore towards the beach, kicking up clouds of sand as she sprinted towards the cry. Gasping for breath, she halted abruptly and collapsed to her knees next to the penguin, but it was too late. “Nooo!!! Penguin!!! Don’t die!!!!” She promptly launched into administering CPR, screaming, “Live! Live! LIVE, YOU STUPID PENGUIN!!!”, ignoring the stares of the people passing her.
Up in Heaven, Bob became aware that he could faintly hear a girl’s frantic cries from somewhere distant. Tilting his head to one side, he…
uh… can anyone give me directions to the mushroom shop, ’cause I think I made a wrong turn on Original Fiction Avenue. Or was was it Ficcion Objetal… yeah, I’m lost.
I see something in the last post about a “penguin”? Why are they not armed and dangerous? Or at least carrying pepper spray in an ingeniously desighed bra pocket?
Don’t bother to reply me. I’ll probably never see this thread again.
Thank God for random Google searches.
fell off of hevan, and down to earth, to be seen by the little girl how then…
DIEING THEARD! DIEING THEARD! DIEING THEARD! HELP! HELP!
….Was hit on the head by a half-dead penguin, causing her to squawk “Eep!” and fall over. When she noticed what had landed on top of her, the girl said, “Nice to meet you!” and shook the penguin’s flipper.
((I love the random thread chooser. That’s how I found this thread. Actually, I’m surprised it’s still open. Also, sorry this is so short and for possibly failing/ completely killing the RRR.))