This time, it's group story time! I'm going to start a story below. In comments, add one or two sentences to move the story forward. Every so often, I'll copy all the comments into the main text for ease of reading.
I can't wait to see where the group mind takes us!
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"Yo!" He rapped on the glass. "Yo!"
Inside the cab, the passenger's chew-stuffed cheek stopped bulging.
"Let me off before the highway, man. Okay?"
Caleb looked back at his human cargo and gave him a big toothy grin and nodded his head.
"Ya sure buddy, wherever you want."
Then as he turned his head back towards the road Caleb looked at his brother driving and the both started to laugh.
Mitch’s smile broadened as the thought of a highschoolish prank entered his head. He turned to Caleb driving and said, “ Dude lets show this guy the back roads.”
Jimmy knew his aunt would have the ighway patrol out looking for him by now, so it would be best to stay off the main roads.
She must have found uncle Tim in the tool shed by now. He took a shy pleasure in recalling the scene. The old man's left eye performing one last annoying wink, his rotten teeth exposed in a frozen grin. That grin that had mocked Jimmy so many times. Not anymore, if only he could take it out of his mind. He was going to. He pressed the notebook harder to his chest, as if to make sure that it was still hidden underneath his shirt, and got ready.
The truck's tires dug in, and swerved onto the dirt road. The ruts jounced Jimmy hard in the bed. The notebook went flying, and its leaves broke free, like an explosion of butterfly wings. He clawed at the air, but the pages of his journal floated down, landing like footprints on the filth and mud.
In a panic, Jimmy began banging on the hood of the truck to get the attention of the two men in the cab.
"We've gotta stop," he shouted at them. "Gotta stop. I lost something."
But the truck didn't stop, and Jimmy's anger began to break free.
All his colored-pencil pictures slapped into the ground near a telephone pole leaning in the dusk.
Even the sketches of his uncle. And his big, fat tears scribbled in pink and blue.
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Caleb looked back at his human cargo and gave him a big toothy grin and nodded his head.
"Ya sure buddy, where ever you want"
Then as he turned his head back towards the road Caleb looked at his brother driving and the both started to laugh.
Mitch’s smile broadens as the thought of a highschoolish prank enters his head. He turns to Caleb driving and says “ Dude lets show this guy the back roads.”
Jimmy knew his aunt would have the ighway patrol out looking for him by now, so it would be best to stay off the main roads.
She must have found uncle Tim in the tool shed by now.
He took a shy pleasure in recalling the scene. The old man's left eye performing one last annoying wink, his rotten teeth exposed in a frozen grin. That grin that had mocked Jimmy so many times. Not anymore, if only he could take it out of his mind. He was going to. He pressed the notebook harder to his chest, as if to make sure that it was still hidden underneath his shirt, and got ready.
(Have a nice weekend, Jason and Aine! :-) )
*****Comments before this have been added to the main page*****
The truck's tires dug in, and swerved onto the dirt road. The ruts jounced Jimmy hard in the cab. The notebook went flying, and its leaves broke free, like an explosion of butterfly wings. He clawed at the air, but the pages of his journal floated down, landing like footprints on the filth and mud.
**Oops--can we edit due to stupidity??**
I meant, The ruts jounced Jimmy hard in the bed. It's already a tad confusing about who is where, so I thought I should make that clear before screwing everyone up.
Sorry!!
In a panic, Jimmy began banging on the hood of the truck to get the attention of the two men in the cab.
"We've gotta stop," he shouted at them. "Gotta stop. I lost something."
But the truck didn't stop, and Jimmy's anger began to break free.
****Comments above here have been incorporated. Plus some more of my own.*****
Where his strength came from he knew not. He keened like a banshee and then rushed the rear doors of the truck bursting them open with a thunderous bang. Jimmy dived off the truck and rolled over and over along the ground leaving deep muddy indentations.
Finally he came to a halt and he lay winded and unable to move.
His neck wouldn't lift. But there was nothing wrong with his eyes, or ears. He heard the tires spray mud as the truck spiraled around. He saw headlights flip on, before a sketch of his uncle blew into his face and mercifully blocked out the world.
The truck's engine gunned.
he felt terror uncoil like a cold viper in the pit of his stomach, and for a split second he knew what uncle tim had felt.
then determination took over.
this way would be too easy for the lunatics in the truck.
summoning every last ounce of strength he could muster, he rolled over onto his side...
As he rolled to the gulch he grabbed a softball sized rock.
Jumping to his feet with the energy of a crazed and cornered animal, he threew the rock at the on-coming truck, and struck and shattered the driverside windshield.
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