I have a crazy idea… shut up… stop laughing… get ahold of yourself… okay, are you finished? I have an idea that might be fun. Let’s write a story together. A silly, crazy story. I am going to start off with the first line. And then you add one sentence in the comments, and I cut and paste it into the story. First come, first served.
At the end of the day, or when the story gets long enough, I will post it again. We can build this thing together as a team. You can be funny or serious. It doesn’t matter.
I am going to start it off in space. That way, I will remind people in a subtle way that I am still trying to sell my funny, action-adventure science fiction novel that is conveniently displayed over there at the right on the top of my sidebar. And I might get some good ideas for the fifth novel in the series. Don’t worry, if I use your idea, I will give you credit or write you into the book as an alien.
Just go to the comment box and type one sentence to take the story on its grand adventure.
Come on, it will be fun, I promise…
Please limit your comment to one single sentence. That is the challenge.
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The black ship popped out of the Nexus Point and began decelerating rapidly until it took up orbit around the slightly ominous red planet.
A red planet that appeared from out of nowhere, worrisome at the very least. Was there life? If so, did danger lurk…
And of danger lurked, what would it’s name be? Lurking danger couldn’t have a funny name like Mr. Wiggles, Pinky, or Bob. No it must be an ominously terrifying name like Samantha, of it’s lurking about.
No one could answer this question since the red planet had a reputation for incredibly fierce storms, so it had not been explored as yet.
Some said the red planet wasn’t a planet at all, but a sentient life form and the storms were actually temper tantrums.
Commander Rankin’s contemplation of the red planet’s origins was interrupted by a sudden jolt accompanied by buzzing alarms from the control panel.
The ship started to jolt, passengers were instructed to return to their seats on this maiden voyage of Virgin Galactic as Brad Pitt glanced at the toilet cubicle with concern, he had warned Angelina to avoid the spicy beef.
Alas, while Angelina had avoided the spicy beef (today was Thursday and she never ate beef when taking her adopted villages on space flights), she could not avoid the papparazi, one of whom had just set off alarms as he was stuffed into the commode.
Brad gave up on waiting on Angelina and traipsed back to his seat with a streamer of toilet paper still attached to his backside, hanging from his pants like a trained monkey’s tail curling down the isle behind him in a glorious brown and white mess.
Then they were hit by a nuclear missile and they both died; the blast also created a giant crater in the planet that could only be repaired with duct tape.
“And then I woke up on the planet.”
Commander Rankin thanked whatever deity that was in charge of nuclear missiles for blasting Brad and Angelina off his ship as he opened the glove-box beneath the control panel and fished around for the duct tape …
Just then, Jennifer Aniston showed up on the radar, and sensors showed she was very drunk, very angry, and the captain of a ship fifteen times larger than that of Matthew Perry, which normally wouldn’t be a problem, but she also had missiles filled with Linsday Lohan, Charlie Sheen, Lady Gaga, Nickelback, a honey badger, Justin Bieber and Kim Kardashian aimed right at the bow of the U.S.S. Brangelinamobile, which totally WAS a problem.
Commander Rankin grinned as he fired a missile across the bow of Jennifer Aniston’s ship, THE BON AMIS, forcing her to retaliate with a steady fire-stream of pop-culture ammo.
Resurrecting Brad and Angie, then move on into battle with a smile of delight and mean volley of All say most fire, the hope of a direct hit crossing their absent minds.
All I could remember when I woke up were strange retro dreams of a lost, early civilization.
Commander Rankin sighed, taking celebrities into space was a bad idea on Richard Bransons part, he opened the air lock sending their naked air brushed bodies hurtling through space, he had his own reasons for taking on this job and his mission was just beginning.
Commander Rankin had experience with many missions just as ludicrous as this, mostly with his old pal Bass, but he knew if he survived this one, he was going to find that old Rudolph nose and jam it up the ass of the Story Editor who thought it would be fun for him to be in a story.
And the droids went bananahappy with the monkeys while the starbox exploded into confetti.
And things only got worse for Commander Rankin because he discovered that his chest hair was infested with a rare species of carnivorous flea called the ahbrowne; soon, bleeding sores covered his skin like the cheap blankets that are commonly used in space porno screenplays.
However, Commander Rankin realized, just in the nick of time, that he had brought his trusty tube of Prep-H for such an occasion as this.
Pouring My Art Out 
And things only got worse for Commander Rankin because he discovered that his chest hair was infested with a rare species of carnivorous flea called the ahbrowne; soon, bleeding sores covered his skin like the cheap blankets that are commonly used in space porno screenplays.
oh man……………..
Commander Rankin had experience with many missions just as ludicrous as this, mostly with his old pal Bass, but he knew if he survived this one, he was going to find that old Rudolph nose and jam it up the ass of the Story Editor who thought it would be fun for him to be in a story.
Note – this only works if you remember the Rankin & Bass xmas specials (Year without a Santa Claus, Island of Mifit toys, etc…)
I am putting it in without the explanation…
Commander Rankin sighed, taking celebrities into space was a bad idea on Richard Bransons part, he opened the air lock sending their naked air brushed bodies hurtling through space, he had his own reasons for taking on this job and his mission was just beginning
I love you man!
And then they all got naked.
No double dipping until everyone has a chance… and you can’t start that with these people or we will end up writing a space porno screenplay.
space…porno…screenplay…
GENIUS!!!
I need to start a new blog to do that. I was going for real art here, and now it is just a big silly mess. I should have known better.
You’ve got to do what I used to when taking pics of my kids. Whenever I wanted them to pose for a “nice” picture, I asked them to sit for that one first and then promised that once it was over they could pose for the most ridiculous pic ever. As it turns out, the silly pics were always the ones I ended up keeping.
I am enjoying the silliness. But I might try to do a serious scary story this way some time.
There was no rule against double dipping. You can’t make up rules along the way.
I’m pretty sure I can.
Commander Rankin grinned as he fired a missile across the bow of Jennifer Aniston’s ship, THE BON AMIS, forcing her to retaliate with a steady fire-stream of pop-culture ammo.
Don’t encourage him… but ok…
Just then, Jennifer Aniston showed up on the radar, and sensors showed she was very drunk, very angry, and the captain of a ship fifteen times larger than that of Matthew Perry, which normally wouldn’t be a problem, but she also had missiles filled with Linsday Lohan, Charlie Sheen, Lady Gaga, Nickelback, a honey badger, Justin Bieber and Kim Kardashian aimed right at the bow of the U.S.S. Brangelinamobile, which totally WAS a problem.
Gee, thanks Ed. I hope to return the favor someday.
If you don’t like that, you don’t have to use it. Delete it. Or use every other word in a song. Or, print it, delete it, and then burn the paper.
I have to live by the rules also. I did think it was funny. Don’t be so snippy.
It was one sentence. A long one, but one.
I put it in. It just upped the silly factor a little.
That’s what she said
Ouch and ha again.
Commander Rankin thanked whatever deity that was in charge of nuclear missiles for blasting Brad and Angelina off his ship as he opened the glove-box beneath the control panel and fished around for the duct tape …
Yes… now we are rolling forward once again!
Give it a minute, someone will resurrect Brad and Angie 😉
No… Ed Hotspur just did much worse than that… sigh…
BAHAHAHA! The honey badger was an extra special touch!
I suppose.
Oh, God take me now. (Not a contribution. Just a plea for mercy as this little world of yours spins out of control.)
Too late… been there, done that.
Then they were hit by a nuclear missile and they both died; the blast also created a giant crater in the planet that could only be repaired with duct tape.
Well that sure mixed things up a bit. Who is going to pay for my spaceship…? But okay, it is going in there. Now we have to move on.
I’m laughing so much, well done everyone for keeping the celebrity interest, I was hoping people would check who else has signed up for the flight, there could have been many more twists. Seriously, if that shuttle goes down there will be no more actors left in Hollywood.
It may not be finished yet.
Angie looked around her and started sniffing the kids but, tying to figure out where the smell was coming from, then Brad walked by and she took one look and tossed her cookies
You really just want to keep going with this Brad and Angelina thing, don’t you.
well it bugs you doesn’t it?
Oh, so that’s how we are playing now, is it?
well ya always
Oh… I forgot.
i’m here to remind you!
Remind me of what?
that i’m here to annoy you!
Oh… I never forget that… how could I???
well you did
Oh… right.
ha!
Brad gave up on waiting on Angelina and traipsed back to his seat with a streamer of toilet paper still attached to his backside, hanging from his pants like a trained monkey’s tail curling down the isle behind him in a glorious brown and white mess.
(that’ll cost you 3 crack squirrells! 😉 )
I am so ready for the away team to go down to the planet now… I volunteer to wear a red shirt.
Darling darling did I may, get on this run away train without a ticket to ride.
Is that a contribution, or just a general question???
Resurrecting Brad and Angie, then move on into battle with a smile of delight and mean volley of All say most fire, the hope of a direct hit crossing their absent minds.
okey dokey.
Alas, while Angelina had avoided the spicy beef (today was Thursday and she never ate beef when taking her adopted villages on space flights), she could not avoid the papparazi, one of whom had just set off alarms as he was stuffed into the commode.
Good luck making snese of that…
HA!
lol
making snese???
sigh…
But Angelina never listened because she liked all spicy foods, which is how she got the nickname bathroom bomber in college.
Once again, no double dipping till everyone gets to play.
Lol sorry. I should stop trying while working I just break rules
I didn’t put that as a rule. I just made it up.
Just because I call Angelina the bathroom bomber…. I see how you are. . The man always keeping the truth suppressed from the masses. 😛
I thought more people would take it in new directions, but interest seems to have tapered off.
I like my double dip
But you get saliva in the clam dip…
so
So I like my clam spit straight… no mixers…
Not that there was any spicy beef to be had.
No double dipping until other people get a chance to play!
where does it say that in the rules, not that anyone is paying attention to them anyway
I thought it did. It does now. But no, they aren’t.
ha
The ship started to jolt, passengers were instructed to return to their seats on this maiden voyage of Virgin Galactic as Brad Pitt glanced at the toilet cubicle with concern, he had warned Angelina to avoid the spicy beef.
Good thing the toilets I invented for my novels are alien technology. They clean themselves… and you… with something like a giant, warm, moist tongue… oh my!
Commander Rankin’s contemplation of the red planet’s origins was interrupted by a sudden jolt accompanied by buzzing alarms from the control panel.
You know how to leave it hanging for the next person… uhhhh… so to speak…
Some said the red planet wasn’t a planet at all, but a sentient life form and the storms were actually temper tantrums.
I like where this is going…
You can always count on me to screw up a story. 😉
I don’t think of that as screwing up at all.
Alright then: You can always count on me to take your story in a completely unforeseen and weird direction.
I count on it.
No one could answer this question since the red planet had a reputation for incredibly fierce storms, so it had not been explored as yet.
That’s what I’m talking about.
I’ve always been very good & reading & following rules even though sometimes I flaunt them!
You flauntist!
But I don’t have a flute! Oh, wait . . . oops.
I did that on purpose because Jessica played the flute.
And of danger lurked, what would it’s name be? Lurking danger couldn’t have a funny name like Mr. Wiggles, Pinky, or Bob. No it must be an ominously terrifying name like Samantha, of it’s lurking about.
I need to retype the rules. I was thinking of limiting the additions to one sentence each. Now I just sound like a jerk who wants to tell everybody they are doing it wrong.
I’m sorry, I’m at work and terrible at following rules. Hence the reason I’m writing a story for you while I work instead of work lol. What do you pay your trained monkeys anyway?
I feed them crack squirrels. It increases production.
I added the rule to the post to clear things up. Sorry about the confusion. Should I pick one sentence, or do you want to try again?
Never mind. I just did the whole comment. The idea has taken on a life of its own and gotten out of control… like all my ideas…
A red planet that appeared from out of nowhere, worrisome a very least. Was there life? If so, did danger lurk…
Ummm… I don’t mean to nitpick, but it can only be one sentence. And it can’t trail off in the middle. Or I can just take the first sentence and use it, but there is a typo in that. Okay, this might be trickier than I thought.
Okay, I edited the post to include the one sentence rule. Do you want me to pick one from the comment? I am sorry about the confusion.
Oh oops i missed the one sentence rule..lol let me check
No… my idea is now a runaway train… so it is all good.
I’m laughing so hard I snorted!
Why do all my ideas end up getting out of control???
because apparently no one cares about or notices the rules? Is it really out of control?
It just got a little out of control, but I like it.
i know you do
wizzle-wizzle
wizzle?
Why not?
true
Never mind. I did the whole comment. People obviously loved it.