I love this idea of us all writing a story together. So now you are all going to help write a scary one. The rules are more relaxed. Because you don’t follow them anyway. Add the next part in the comment box, and every so often, I will go through and cut and paste them into the story. Just try to keep your contribution down to a small paragraph if you can. And read the comments, because this is still first come, first serve… I might not update it right away, and it helps if your part makes sense with the part that comes before it.
And if you want to do more than one, go ahead. I would suggest that we try to make this actually scary and not immediately devolve into potty humor, bathroom hijinks, celebrity slamming, poop jokes and other such silliness… but you are gonna do what you gotta do… so…
Once again, I will start us off.
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THE INFECTED…
We may never find out exactly what they were trying to create in that government research lab. All we know is that it got away from them. And that it is highly contagious. It has only been two weeks since the first outbreaks occurred near Memphis. Two weeks, and most of humanity is gone. But what the plague does to those who survive it is not pretty. I need a place to hide from the infected. Getting out of the city was hard. I had to do things I never thought I could do. But this quiet house on its tree covered hill looks like a good place. It is dark and quiet. I wish I had a flashlight. And a better weapon than this baseball bat. I reached for the doorknob.
Just before I grabbed hold, I glanced to see that the infection was not only spreading on people but on inanimate objects. Now what was I going to do, there was no place I could go to escape the infection. Suddenly my stomach started doing somersaults and I was oozing green goo from my ears…
I shook my head and realized that NO, the infection was not spreading to inanimate objects, but instead I realized the infection was spreading to my brain and playing tricks on me, how to make my mind not fall for these tricks?
Despite the fact that my brain was turning to mush, my survival instinct was stronger. I turned the doorknob and stumbled into the house. Just before I passed out, I heard a voice ask, “do you think it has progressed too far?”
When I came to I was completely alone on a cement slab. My neck was so stiff I couldn’t turn my head without moving my entire torso. I tried to get up but I couldn’t get off the slab. My mind told my body what to do but my body would not react. I was trapped. I heard a voice coming from behind my head. I couldn’t see what was coming.
“Ah, you’re awake,” said the voice. “My Dark Passenger says that you are one of the rare ones, those who are immune to the infection, like me.” The unshaven face suddenly swooped into my line of site, the green eyes boring into mine. “The paralysis will wear off in the next hour or so but you’ll be weak for a couple of days.”
Fortunately, I was only physically weak. My mind, sharp as ever analyzed the voice, the room, the platform I was on, even the floor.
And there it was. The answer I had sought.
The answer I had sought, was not at all what I expected, now I was scared. This was a far worse situation than I could have imagined. Contracting the infection would have been easy compared to this.
Not only was I paralyzed at the moment but the man that had been speaking, the man who was immune like me, he was different. If that’s what I was going to end up like I would just as soon die.
His flabby pecs had grown to DD-cup size while a third eyebrow paraded across the middle of his forehead. His lips had turned green, as had his hands, and his testicles resembled basketballs in both color and size. He rolled them in a wheelbarrow in front of him as he calmly explained how they were the hideous and hideously painful side effect of the anti-infection hormones our bodies secrete. Then he asked me if I wanted to go on a little “adventure.”
A little adventure I have not signed up for? This is the most that’s happened in my life so far. I had always been a bored queer family man who got his wildest adventure ripping out his guts for an online audience. Little adventure?
I didn’t really have a choice in the matter since I still couldn’t move. He came at me with those hands of his and then hoisted me next to his….ok….he put me in the wheelbarrow. He talked a lot but I should say she talked a lot because it turns out he was a she before the weird testicle like things started forming.
Where was he/she taking me? There were so many questions I wanted answered, but I thought it might be prudent to just watch for a while. He/she pushed the wheelbarrow up a ramp in the darkest corner of the room & we came out in a place I would never have believed would belong to the house I had first set eyes on.
The room was stark – it was long & tall with white walls, white floors & lots of stainless steel. Along one wall was a row of what appeared to be freezer cases with glass doors. Most of the doors were frosted over, but way at the end of the row there appeared to be one with clear glass. If I could have moved, I would have jumped up & run away screaming when I spied what was in the freezer case.
More testicles, much bigger than my aching eyes had already beheld, speaking of which this wheel barrel ride was very awkward and uncomfortable, not much room for me. Good thing I couldn’t feel them hitting me. An then it happened, the green goo started pouring from my ears again…
After the green goo had once again subsided I started feeling….less afraid. I felt one of her testicles brush my cheek and realized I was starting to get feeling back in my body. What once was a sense of fear, shock, and revulsion was turning into a sort of love for these testicles. It was soft, it was comfortable, I wanted to protect them. Before I knew it I had nestled myself up into her testicle and began to fall to sleep.
“I ran as quickly as I could to the broom closet, knowing no one would be there, and began to lube up heavily; glad the light was off, until the door was flung open and Brad stood there salivating like a Kardashian in heat.”
***(You do remember that I am not responsible for writing this after the first part, right?)***
Pouring My Art Out 
After the green goo had once again subsided I started feeling….less afraid. I felt one of her testicles brush my cheek and realized I was starting to get feeling back in my body. What once was a sense of fear, shock, and revulsion was turning into a sort of love for these testicles. It was soft, it was comfortable, I wanted to protect them. Before I knew it I had nestled myself up into her testicle and began to fall to sleep.
oh man… you’re killing me…
Why…it’s time testicles are given their proper spotlight in the world of beauty. This could be the beginning of a groundbreaking movement.
Oh sure… so why not pick huge, swollen, infected ones to start off with…
Hey, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. So think about it…what if this infection changes our mindset…how we see things? What if part of our metamorphosis is also in what we perceive as beautiful?
You may be on to something there…
I am a smart chocolate chip cookie
With nuts… ha… see what I did there?
lol…gross….raisins…
sigh
You should write this as a cult classic. Kind of like Attack of the Killer Tomatoes
Oh man…
I also think maybe everyone is transformed into a man and they give birth through them…lol.
It is about time men helped out with that.
More testicles,much bigger than my aching eyes had already beheld, speaking of which this wheel barrel ride was very awkward and uncomfortable, not much room for me. Good thing I couldn’t feel them hitting me. An then it happened, the green goo started pouring from my ears again…
I will put it in, but you can’t really be proud of yourself for this one, can you?
Yes i can lol
sighpft
😉
Where was he/she taking me? There were so many questions I wanted answered, but I thought it might be prudent to just watch for a while. He/she pushed the wheelbarrow up a ramp in the darkest corner of the room & we came out in a place I would never have believed would belong to the house I had first set eyes on.
The room was stark – it was long & tall with white walls, white floors & lots of stainless steel. Along one wall was a row of what appeared to be freezer cases with glass doors. Most of the doors were frosted over, but way at the end of the row there appeared to be one with clear glass. If I could have moved, I would have jumped up & run away screaming when I spied what was in the freezer case.
Oh man that is good… but you still have to read the post from the other posts… ha
Okay, I stuck it in there…
I didn’t really have a choice in the matter since I still couldn’t move. He came at me with those hands of his and then hoisted me next to his….ok….he put me in the wheelbarrow. He talked a lot but I should say she talked a lot because it turns out he was a she before the weird testicle like things started forming.
oh… my… okay… oh wow… oh…
A little adventure I have not signed up for? This is the most that’s happened in my life so far. I had always been a bored queer family man who got his wildest adventure ripping out his guts for an online audience. Little adventure?
Is that a contribution to the story, or are you just spilling your guts???
Hahahahah! Thanks for not patting me falsely on the back. I also didn’t think it was worthy of being included. I had not even wanted to participate right from when I had been reading the alert, but I later saw your promise of the story possibly taking a weird turn away from aliens and SciFi (which was never my strong suit).
So, in all shameless sincerity, I was just spilling my guts.
The sci fi one was a separate story. I guess it is still going too. But if things get weird, no one who follows me will be surprised.
At all!
ha
Aw, who cares… I am sticking it in there… uh… so to speak…
I thought there was a chance you’d stick it in. I guessed I could always count on your basic instinct and thirsts to overcome your sense of “reason”.
Pardon that seemingly insulting word due to my ignorance of a sharper word.
And, sorry for alerting you )seeing you seem a sharp fellow always on the lookout for hidden stunts in words), but hope you got the hidden meanings in my reply.
I can barely find meanings in things when they are right out in the open… ha!
I am sorry. I am yet to know how truly mischievous and witty you are. Forgive my underestimating you.
It happens… to most people…
His flabby pecs had grown to DD-cup size while a third eyebrow paraded across the middle of his forehead. His lips had turned green, as had his hands, and his testicles resembled basketballs in both color and size. He rolled them in a wheelbarrow in front of him as he calmly explained how they were the hideous and hideously painful side effect of the anti-infection hormones our bodies secrete. Then he asked me if I wanted to go on a little “adventure.”
oh my… and okay… good job…
Oh man… I thought I invented a scary face picture in that comment above, but it moved everything over to the left.
Not only was I paralyzed at the moment but the man that had been speaking, the man who was immune like me, he was different. If that’s what I was going to end up like I would just assume die.
Now we are getting someplace.
The answer I had sought, was not at all what I expected, now I was scared. This was a far worse situation than I could have imagined. Contracting the infection would have been easy compared to this.
sweet…
oh good you like that one??
yup
yay finally!
O O
u
VVVVVVVV
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Fortunately, I was only physically weak. My mind, sharp as ever analyzed the voice, the room, the platform I was on, even the floor.
And there it was. The answer I had sought.
Love the way you leave it open for the next person… like a good straight man in a comedy routine.
The idea is to keep doing that until it surpasses absurd and bursts forth into ludicrous!
Both of which you happen to excel at…
Thank you. It’s nice to be appreciated for both surpassing and bursting.
I bet it is.
That’s when I realized I was really in trouble. My 25th wedding anniversary was the next day and I knew my wife would never believe my excuse. Because my wife is scarier than any infection when she’s angry, I begged the voice to kill me right there. But the voice refused and I was sent home to face the old hag.
No… you can’t end it like that… sorry. I’m not ready.
I know I said no rules, but I do get to decide if it is over, and that was an ending if I ever heard one.
But please try again.
You have no imagination. If the wife had been found dead of the infection (or if she turned out to be the cause of it) there would have been a lot of story left. Don’t underestimate your commenters.
If my wife read that part, I wouldn’t be one of the survivors. Don’t underestimate my wife.
Okay. Then I’ll try something else…
Thanks… sorry about that…
“Ah, you’re awake,” said the voice. “My Dark Passenger says that you are one of the rare ones, those who are immune to the infection, like me.” The unshaven face suddenly swooped into my line of site, the green eyes boring into mine. “The paralysis will wear off in the next hour or so but you’ll be weak for a couple of days.”
awesome sausage squeezings!!!
When I came to I was completely alone on a cement slab. My clothes were in disarray, not buttoned properly, and my neck was so stiff I couldn’t turn my head without moving my entire torso. I tried to get up but I couldn’t get off the slab. My mind told my body what to do but my body would not react. I was trapped. I heard a voice coming from behind my head. I couldn’t see what was coming.
Okay… but I have to remove the line about the clothes… that sounds too much like something we really don’t want to get into…
or we don’t want to get out of.
I have followers who have suffered abuse. I can’t let it go in that direction.
You missed my meaning- we don’t want them to get OUT of their clothes.
I am still missing it… what does that mean???
Read back to your original comment about the clothes.
I did… and I still don’t get it… sorry…
You said you had to remove the line about clothes it sounds like something we really don’t want to get into and I said or out of…more coffee perhaps?
On another note do you have creative commons licensing?
No… I have not had coffee yet… and no I don’t think I have that… whatever it is common thing… why… am I in trouble again???
No you’re not in trouble but Creative Commons may be a useful tool for work you intend to or have published, here is the link http://creativecommons.org/choose/
That looks cool… and intimidating…
easypeasy, look on my blog, scroll down until you see it on the left side. We should have a Bob & Flo east coast west coast thing- it would be funny. Then I REALLY wouldn’t get a damn thing done for work!
It makes sharing stuff easier?
It does and it allows you to control how it will be shared.
Am I smart enough to figure it out???
You can read, just follow the steps and click on yes or no. Have you found an agent yet? It doesn’t cost anything up front you know, just 15% of domestic sales and 20% for foreign markets. You should search your favorite sci-fi author’s agent and check to see if new queries are accepted.
It is on my list of stuff to do… I am just going so many ways at once… I am compiling a kid’s book… and my poetry stuff…
I mean, what does it do?
Protects your content w/licensing, will gnaw at people’s consciences before they try to steal it without giving you proper credit. They don’t send out the drones for infractions or anything… .
Is it free? And does it make sharing easier, or just protect stuff? You know I suck at this stuff.
It is free.
I will check it out on your blog…
I see it there. So I need to sign up and then somehow move that box to my blog?
Once you get the code from CC you copy and paste into a text widget on your sidebar.
I want to do it… but the bottom part stumps me. It want the title of my work. So it feels like I have to do this for each thing I do. Like songs and stuff. Or does it cover everything? I am just not good at this stuff.
I put the name of my blog in there to minimize effort.
ok
okay, I put my blog name in the first box… and I said no commercial use or modifications.
So do I want to allow public use of my work, or commercial, or changes?
DO NOT allow commercial use, DO NOT allow changes and request attribution so you get the credit for your work. I’m thinking we’re moving from a sit-com to a tragedy here.
And what does unported mean? But the allow others to attribute you part is the worst. I don’t know what any of that means.
I allowed others to attribute because I don’t mind of others use my work and give the credit to me-
“blah, blah, blah…” elroyjones or in your case
“woohoo” pouringmyartout
so I put that in the second box?… my blog name?
yes, put your blog name in both places.
Wait… there wasn’t two extra boxes on the text widget… uh oh… did I mess it up???
I selected unported-
These are the quintessential CC licenses, termed ‘unported’ because they are not ported to any specific jurisdiction. As Creative Commons started the international porting process to create localized versions of the main ‘unported’ licenses, the usage of these jurisdiction-specific licenses started replacing in some occasions the unported licenses. Now local CC teams promote the ported licenses in their respective jurisdictions but the unported licenses still enjoy widespread use, if not for any other reason, then because they have been traditionally used in many high traffic websites, and are still a common choice for users in jurisdictions with no ported versions.
right… ported
Okay, you know I am not smart enough to figure out that box with all the URLs and weird links thingies.
Yes, you can. It’s not that hard and it will be good for you to have it on your blog to further protect your work. I am going to get you going and whip you into shape Mister!
Well I appreciate it, but I think I am a lost cause.
You are not a lot cost, you just refuse to research your own stuff- I would guess it is fairly common behavior for men in your age group.
No… I tried to paste it multiple ways…
I think you’ll be able to do it if you use the WP link I sent you that explains it clearly. Don’t give up now, you’re almost there!
I did it… but not with what you sent me… ha… you know how I know you care? Because I just see this whole tall row of eyeballs staring up into my living room on my comment log.
hahahahahahahahahahaha!
wheeeeeeeeeeeee….
Really… it would add reliable metadata to the existing HTML???
All that and so much more. In fact, I like a little extra metadata with my HTML just as I like a little cream with my coffee but only a 1/2 teaspoon of sugar.
……….mmmmmmmmmmm…….
I tried pasting the code thing into a new widget… and the picture of the little log… it didn’t work. And I don’t know if I actually signed up for it or not.
You don’t have to paste the little picture, just the code. Remember when you changed the design on your blog. You can do it, I know you can.
I tried it. I pasted it in multiple times and saved it, and every time I went back out to my blog it said I must configure it.
what about source work and more permission boxes???
I’ll look to see what I checked. I did a quick n easy, down and dirty version. It sounds like you’re writing a doctoral thesis with yours. I’ll get back to you on this.
and that other box… license mark… and do I do this as a photo widget???
No, it will just come up when you paste the code in the text box.
There is no text box unless I drag a widget over there…
take this text and paste it in a text widget box and it should work-
Pouring My Art Out by Arthur H. Browne is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.Based on a work at https://pouringmyartout.wordpress.com/.
Should I go and undo what I did…? I don’t think it has my name in it…
TEXT widget
I added your text and the code from the website… is that too much? But I know how to change it now, thanks to you.
I mean image widget…
You only use the text widget.
I tried it… I got all the text on the sidebar, but no logo… I used the text from your message…
Are you sure that code is the URL???? because it doesn’t want to use it.
I have no idea what the code is. I copied it and pasted it in a text widget and like magic the whole thing appeared.
I will try using the one on their website…
Do I need to change the visibility option under the widget or something?
No, look in here it will tell you what to do-
http://en.support.wordpress.com/creative-commons/
omg I just did it… it looks just like yours… It was that simple… I was doing it in the image widget, not the text widget. I looked a bunch of times and never saw it. Thank you thank you thank you… I still don’t know if I actually signed up for anything… or if it is active, but the words are blue… like a link…
I don’t know if I wish you lived closer so I could stop in and help you or if I’d like to stop in and thump you upside the head! See easypeasy! I knew you could do it.
Well I did… actually, you did… but it seems like it may be overkill now. I had it looking just like yours, then I added that stuff you typed for me… now it looks really official…
Wait… I got the picture in there by just copying the little logo… but it isn’t attached to anything. I mean it isn’t active I don’t think.
I just sent a link that explains what to do.
You rock!
But of course.
Indeed.
I am so close…
Ok, I have the logo and text… but it isn’t a live link, and I have to go to work. I will be back in a few hours. Sorry about all this. You are so nice to me.
All of this sound just way too complicated for me! You’re lucky to have Elroy to walk you through this.
It still doesn’t work even with all her help.
Yes, why is that- that I’m so nice to you. It baffles the crap out of me. Oh yeah, that’s it you can WRITE but you won’t focus and the annoying little details of promoting it. It all comes back to me now.
You like me because I’m crazy… it isn’t easy being me either… I want to market my stuff… stupid art side of the brain thing.
I remember when you first started blogging and you wanted followers but you didn’t know how to get them. I like you because you’re a good writer and you have a lot of enthusiasm.
Enthusiasm makes up for brains any day…
I found an agent who has had success in publishing work in your genre
Sara Megibow
http://nelsonagency.com/
It won’t kill you to gather your far flung thoughts and send a query letter.
You are too good to me… but gather my thoughts? Really? You know me better than that. I wish you did live around here so you could come over and thump me upside the head.
Heaven knows you need it!
I would submit willingly… ha
I am getting warmer but it still isn’t active.
I tried, I really did… it will not work.
Despite the fact that my brain was turning to mush, my survival instinct was stronger. I turned the doorknob and stumbled into the house. Just before I passed out, I heard a voice ask, “do you think it has progressed too far?”
oh yeah…
I shook my head and realized,,that NO the infection was not spreading to inanimate objects,,but instead I realized the infection was spreading to my brain and playing tricks on me,,,,how to make my mind not fall for these tricks?,,,,,,
LOOOVVVEE IIITTT! ahaha
Well I am still infected here, people…
Just before I grabbed hold, I glanced to see that the infection was not only spreading on people but on inanimate objects. Now what was I going to do, there was no place I could go to escape the infection. Suddenly my stomach started doing somersaults and I was oozing green goo from my ears…
You are going to kill me off in the very first part??? And you can’t see an infection on an object… ahhh… you are killing me… literally…
Well if they resurrect Brad and Angie…
I’m sorry. I just panic, okay. I put it in there… it will all work out… probably…
yes it will silly
but green goo… really?
ya really, i thought you like si fi green goo..geeze, here i am going by your rules and you don’t like it…lol
There is such a thing as pacing a story…
just watch what happens, you know people will make the green goo into something other than it was supposed to be..
Sure… what could go wrong with that?
lots, it hasn’t come up in while either…
Are you just trying to make me do bad jokes or what?
no perish the thought!
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ka-ching
I will resurrect you…
Save me…
are you sure you want to do that??