A Little Nighttime Predictive Text Tale

For this one I am actually going to try to write a coherent tale…let’s see where it goes.


“Matthew and I will meet you at the airport,” said Leslie.

“Thanks again for all your help and support,” Desiree said as she hung up the phone.

While driving to the airport, Matthew took a few days to get there and by that time, Desiree had to find someone else to pick her up. Secretly, Matthew was happy, but Leslie was furious that he picked that weekend to celebrate their anniversary rather than spending it with his sister-in-law.

 

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The New Rushmore

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Everyone in Mr. Howard’s sixteenth grade United States History class loved the field trip to Mount Rushmore. Everyone except Jeremy. He hated it. It was furryfloppy, and above all else slimy. It fit in with everything else in South Dakota though, and he couldn’t wait to graduate, pack up the old USS Enterprise, and head to London. He dreamed of a life filled with beach, bars, and babes. All through junior high and high school he was considered quite the lady’s man. The day after graduation, Jeremy packed up and moved to the Okefenokee Swamp. There, he found a job working as a grave digger by day, and Priest by night. His dream life turned into a nightmare of work, bills, and all things adults hated. He had money for bar hopping on his days off though, which made it worth it, until he found out he was no longer a lady’s man. Their standards were very different than in South Dakota, and he was average at best. Eventually he gave up, moved back to South Dakota, and now works as a tour guide at Mount Rushmore. Just for fun, sometimes he likes to say the faces were really supposed to be Edgar DegasMeat LoafEdgar Allan Poe, and Winston Churchill.


This is my response to Blogging Mad Libs # 12

Finish the Story # 9, 27 August 2018

Welcome to Finish The Story

I start a story, then another has to pick up the story and add to it, then hand it off to another person, etc. until the story is complete. This has proven to be quite fun in a blogging situation since we all have different approaches.

Rules

  1. Copy the story below as it appears when you receive it (and the rules please)
  2. Add somehow to the story in which ever style and length you choose
  3. Tag only 1 person
  4. If you choose to not participate or finish the story, please comment/tag this post so that I know.

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The County Fair

Ashley and Jacob, Jared and Melanie, and Tony decided to skip school on Friday to spend the day at the Reno County Fair. The Midway didn’t open until noon, so they looked at all the animals, pet the goats and camel in the petting zoo, and felt completely ripped off by the world’s smallest horse. Tony waited and ate a snow cone while the couples went on the Love Canal ride.

“Where do you want to go now, Tony?” Ashley asked.

They all made a point when they went out together to not make Tony feel like a third wheel. While they all thought their fourteen-year friendship was stronger than that, they really didn’t want him to feel left out or pushed away.

“I’ve been thinking.” Tony grew a wicked grin that everyone recognized. He wanted to do something that would either get them kicked out, the police called, or worse — they would call someone’s parent. “Let’s go check out the ….”

To be continued


For today’s first tag, I am picking on The Ceaseless Reader Writes. If you haven’t checked out his wonderful blog, please stop by and check out all his fantastic posts.

Father Jeffery

Father Jeffery cared for his permanent residents as well as he did his weekly parishioners. Every week he spent hours polishing statues, trimming back grass, and visiting those with no local family. No one was ever truly alone, except for Father Jeffery. People would stop and wave, and visit for a minutes on Sunday, but no one ever stayed long. One cold, stormy winter day, he checked in on the newest permanent resident. Hours passed and no one noticed his absence, until the sound of a mournful violin wafted toward the neighbors. Father Jeffery found many friends and family waiting.


This short was inspired by the Three Things Challenge prompts: priest, violin, statue.