Son of a Son of a ....

If you have never been exposed to the Splotchy Story Virus, you should be forewarned....

Though it is most pleasant, it is quite infectious.

Here are the rules:

Here's what I would like to do. I want to create a story that branches out in a variety of different, unexpected ways. I don't know how realistic it is, but that's what I'm aiming for. Hopefully, at least one thread of the story can make a decent number of hops before it dies out.

If you are one of the carriers of this story virus (i.e. you have been tagged and choose to contribute to it), you will have one responsibility, in addition to contributing your own piece of the story: you will have to tag at least one person that continues your story thread. So, say you tag five people. If four people decide to not participate, it's okay, as long as the fifth one does. And if all five participate, well that's five interesting threads the story spins off into.

Not a requirement, but something your readers would appreciate: to help people trace your own particular thread of the narrative, it will be helpful if you include links to the chapters preceding yours.

(I have just discovered after all this time that I have been writing in the html window and this compose mode offers text coloring, etc. Who knew?)

The Apple

The bus was more crowded than usual. It was bitterly cold outside, and I hadn't prepared for it. I noticed that a fair number of the riders were dressed curiously. As I glanced around, I stretched my feet and kicked up against a large, heavy cardboard box laying under the seat in front of me. (Splotchy)

I couldn't believe my eyes. Surrepticiously, I tried to establish, without giving it away, if anyone else had seen what I had. For ten years I had been looking for that box. What looked like an ordinary cardboard box to most contained something most precious. Only by the small golden "P" was I able to identify what I was looking at. (Freida Bee)

I hereby infect these folks:

The Lass
Dr. Zaius

(You may be infected more than once. In fact, I already have been, and so I am just passing this thing on quickly before it comes back again.)


Utah Savage said...

Well, now I read the rules of the game! Thanks for clueing me in youtou bastards.

dguzman said...

I knew I hadn't done anything to deserve this rash.

Splotchy said...

I like where this is headed.

But, I like boxes with P on them, so my opinion is a little suspect.

Thanks a lot for being infected.

Randal Graves said...

Oh shit, I didn't put the rules up, did I? Oh well, find it yourselves ya lazy bastards.

P is for perspicacity!

Anonymous said...

The dog ate my part of the story. You know, the dog I don't have...