This is something that I’d really like people to get involved in. Line by line, I’d like my lovely followers to write a short, collaborative story. It can be silly and nonsensical if you like, just get involved! It’ll be a slow process as I have all of 11 followers so far (hey, it’s still early days!), but you can post more than once as long as you don’t post two sentences consecutively.
Come on, all you brilliant inspired people! Get commenting!
THE FIRST SENTENCE:
As soon as Jack awoke to the irksome beeping of his alarm clock, he knew it was going to be a bad day.
He could hear the rain beating against the window as he stared at the ceiling and fought the urge to hit the snooze button.
But then he realised that he smashed his alarm clock against the wall three mornings ago, and wondered what in the world this devilish new disturbance could be.
Suddenly afraid, he peeled back the duvet and edged his toes tentatively towards the floorboards.
What the hell was that god-awful noise and where was it coming from?
Not to mention, that god awful smell?
Jack slowly shuffled across his room waking a little more with each steep until suddenly there was a roar outside his door and a bad day suddenly seemed to be getting a lot worse.
When he reached out and opened his bedroom door, what he should have seen beyond was his upstairs landing; the ugly green carpet he’d not yet got around to changing; the black and white print of New York hanging on the wall; the window overlooking his unkempt front garden.
Instead, he could not believe his eyes.
It wasn’t his landing, wasn’t even his WORLD that he saw beyond the doorway.
He figured that he must still be dreaming, that was the only explanation for the impossible landscape which had somehow manifested itself in his usually rather dull hallway.
The noise that he had mistaken for his alarm clock still chimed across the barren landscape before him.
But there was no mistaking the smell.
The thunderous odour of manure assaulted him along with the summer-sweet smell of sunshine and dry grass.
Vast planes of dry grassland stretched out to the horizon and Jack had to ask himself if he was really awake, or just insane.
With the belief that insanity was the best option he took a step forward.
That was all it took for Jack to lose everything he had, everything he knew: a single step.
Dust started to surround him, swirling up in thick streams.
As it brushed against the skin of his bare legs, Jack felt his skin prickle uncomfortably, as though he were being bitten by vicious insects.
Without hesitation, he walked forward, eager to see what this new world could bring.
A warm rush of dusty air gusted at his back and he knew what had happened without having to turn around and check.
His shadow stretched in front of him as the temperature began to rise.
The door behind him was closed, just as he had known it would be, so he did all he could do and set out to see what this brave new world might hold.
Scamp, Peruser of the Tomes
As he walked, and breathed in the rich air of the grasslands he began to wonder.