A post!

[active_apathy]

Yes, yes, a post! And I shall herald my return to daily posts with...

um...

something. I think.

Um...

Ooh! There's an idea.

Just for the fun of it, I'd like to see what happens when my writer-heavy readership takes a stab at telling a story a comment at a time. So, comment to the post, with a story (which is to say, bits thereof). Or multiple stories. And feel free to add extra threads if you want the story or stories to go somewhere else, because that could be fun.

The only rule is this: you're not allowed to reply to your own comments.

Keep in mind that EllJay comments can be fairly big, so this isn't one of those single-sentence things.

[[ETA: Some comments may be screened to make visible as many storycomments as possible. If you take it personally, I'll steal your nose.]]

Comments

[theshadowlurker.livejournal.com]

His liver, however, was nowhere to be found; Blanche had removed all Fire's internal organs herself two weeks ago, and Fire had just come back from the taxidermist.

[caprinus.livejournal.com]

In place of the liver was a small brown pouch containing seven richly-coloured yellow diamonds.

The men grinned.

Blanche reached inside her silver-lamé tights and pulled out a small blowgun.

[palmer-kun.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, she had left her poisoned darts in the house.

With nothing else to use, she pulled out some reciepts from the day's shopping, and chewed them up into spitballs.

Taking careful aim, she fired, hitting each of the men in the eye, blinding them.

[caprinus.livejournal.com]

"Ha ha! Take that, Cyclopean freaks!" she laughed as they clawed at their single eyeballs in pain and confusion.

Each of three men swivelled his head toward her. Each opened his mouth and emitted a barely-perceptible shriek.

"Damn", she thought, "I forgot this year's model comes with sonar".

[palmer-kun.livejournal.com]

Pausng for a moment, deep in thought, she considers her options.

She fishes a small device out of her purse and presses the button, causing all cell phones in the nearby area to ring.

All three of the men pause, and reach for their phones.

In their moment of distraction, she makes her move.

[(Anonymous)]

Then she tripped over the Grammar Fairy, who lectured her on the proper use of the past tense in narration while beating her about the head and shoulders with a small fish.

The moment of distraction still lingered on, waiting patiently for Blanche, so she made her move.

[salzara-tirwen.livejournal.com]

^me again. sorry, thought i logged in