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.]]

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Winter's house wasn't in a bleak place, as many people might've imagined (snow, and forlorn pine trees, and cold). The outside of the house was painted beige, but she hadn't chosen it. There were a few rose bushes clinging tenaciously to life, not because the ground was poor, but simply because Winter wasn't very good at gardening.

She had a cat. It was orange, and spent most of its time moving around the house in search of the best sunbeam to lie in.

On this particular day -- a Wednesday, the first of the month, a new page on the calendar -- the kettle was boiling and Winter was in the kitchen trying to choose a flavour of tea to drink when she heard a knock at the front door.

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Opening the door, Winter was taken aback by a most pleasant surprise. There, sitting on her doorstep, was a gift, wrapped in shining silver paper and topped with a lovely red bow.

"Oh, my!" she exclaimed. "I wonder what this package contains?" she wondered. "More importantly, I wonder who sent it to me?"

Shrugging, Winter stopped to pick up the box, prepared to shake it.

"That's odd," she said aloud. "This box is too heavy to pick up. For such a small box, it shouldn't be this heavy."

She shrugged again, sat on the stoop, and began unwrapping the package then and there. She removed the bow and the silvery paper, then grasped the lid of the box and removed it.

What resided within the box was something so extraordinary, so unexpected, and so strange that Winter felt as though she might pass out.

It wasn't anything disgusting, mind you. It wasn't even something wonderfully amazing, such as a box full of money. You see, the extremelly heavy item/s in the box was...