Once Upon A Time…Help Write The Story

Okay, it’s Saturday, and I need your help.  Together, we’re going to write a story.  How are we going to do that?   Great question.  I’ll start the start here with an introductory paragraph.  Then you can add to the story with your own paragraph by leaving a comment.  Make sure your paragraph is a follow-up to the previous comment.  Feel free to come back later to see how the story is going and to add another paragraph.  Sometime next week, I’ll post the complete story.

Before we start the story, I want to give props to two of my fellow bloggers who gave me the idea for this post.  First, Arny Sanchez of The Analogous Truth did this a year ago, and his blogging community came up with a funny story about The Blogging Knights of the Square Table.  Second, Larry Carter of Deuceology started a new Saturday series today that is excellent.  In his post, Larry starts a piece of fiction that will pull you in waiting for next week’s post.  Okay, now to our story….

Once upon a time in the town of Milton, John Miller lived with his young family on 2nd Avenue.  John, an aspiring artist in his mid 30s, spent his days working down at the local ship yard where he loaded and unloaded ships as they came in and out of the port.  John was married to Caroline, and they had three kids – Jenny (10), Danny (8), and Billy (5).  They lived a happy simple life.  Nothing major happened in their lives.  But that all changed one warm summer day when John discovered something amazing down at the ship yard.

Okay, now it’s your turn.  Let’s see where the story goes.  Add to the story in the comments.

  • http://www.leahadams.org/ Leah Adams

    The shipyard had been the scene of many interesting stories over the years. There was the time that the sailor found a message in a bottle that took him on a journey around the world. Another story is told of a little boy found wandering alone through the shipyard. He turned out to be the lost child of a prominent local citizen. The man who found the boy was awarded a huge sum of money by the parents out of gratitude for rescuing their child. But on this summer day, what took place was far more amazing than anything the old shipyard had ever seen before. It all centered around a tiny puppy and gruff old sailor.

  • http://www.tnealtarver.wordpress.com TNeal

    John had always given surly Patch MacGruder a wide
    berth at work. He’d duck behind shipping containers when the old sailor heaved
    into view. When no hiding place provided cover, he’d snap his fingers as if he’s
    forgotten something then turn to walk briskly away from Patch.

    But on this bright Monday morning, John came around a ship in dry dock and plowed
    into Patch.

    The old sailor growled, “Hey, careful. Can’t you see I’ve got precious cargo here?”

    John said, “Sorry, Patch. I didn’t know you were here.”

    A puppy wriggled in Patch’s arms. The old man scratched the tiny fur ball under
    its chin. He said, “What are we going to do with this little lost fella?”

    We?

  • Arny

    John was beside himself? He never really talked to Patch all that much. To be honest, most of his co-workers called him the villiage idiot, but the more Patch spoke, the more John felt a commrodery with him. “Patch, what are you doing here Sr? The other fellows sure would not do well knowing you’ve been tucked behind here hiding from work!” “Well” Said Patch sitting up very slowly and like every bone in his body hurt. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you fella”
    John heard some of the guys yelling in the front of the warehouse. “Patch, I really gotta go, but would really love to hear your story someday.”
    As John began to walk away, His vision must have become like blury or something because he became dizzy. Everything was moving in a very weird way. All around him was like jello moving in all different directions.
    All of a sudden…
    John, Patch, and the Puppy…were all standing in front of a huge…(continue)