Okay, I don’t know if this is going to work because there are potentially only three people who check this blog (that I’m aware of anyway). What we’re going to do is I’m going to write a couple of sentences to start the story and then in the comments bit you write the next couple of lines. Okay? So hopefully this won’t be the shortest story of all time, and yes I might have stolen this idea from elsewhere but supposedly there are no new ideas under the sun anyway.
Betty woke up feeling like she was still dreaming, unsure if this was reality or not she got dressed and ate breakfast. All the clocks in her house were showing different times but her wrist watch told her she was running late so she grabbed her handbag and rushed out the door.
[Well, this has so far been a failure… I’m resisting the urge to continue my own story.]
Oh and I was all ready to continue the story too..keep on commenting on others blogs and try this again in a few months, the visitors will come!:)
Cheers Janet,
See you around the blognet =)
“She had the oddest feeling that someone was watching her as she stepped onto the driveway, but a hurried glance around did not reveal anyone.
She drove the usual route to work, but for the first time ever all the lights were green, and the feeling that she was being watched only got stronger the closer she got to work.”
How’s that, Kristarella?
Yay! Thanks for your support Owl… if the story ever gets somewhere I’ll blog it =)
Story cont…
Betty got out of her car and standing at the door exiting the garage was a man in a black suit and a bowler hat looking intently at her. She warily walked towards the door (the only way out of the garage on foot) and he said…
“Do you believe that everyone has a destiny, Betty?”
Betty was scared, and said nothing. She wondered if going back to the car would antagonise this strange man who seemed to know her name.
“Do not be afraid, Betty,” the man continued, “I have been looking for you for years. Your great aunt Angela passed away several years ago, and she told me to look for you, but she only had your name and this photo.”
He held out his hand with the photo in it towards her, and even from this distance she could plainly see a little girl in a blue flowery dress playing with a ball.