Remember the rules: 7 words, no more, no less.... you must wait for someone else to write before you can write again.
Continued from Blog: http://therealclubhouse.blogspot.com/2016/05/seven-word-collaborative-short-essay.html
Anna woke with a gasp.
Her hair was pasted to her cheek with drool. She bolted from the bed to check
what the sound was outside her window. She saw a giftwrapped package, sitting
on her porch. Who in the world had known that someone was here? The cabin was at the end of a long and
winding road. Only someone who knew his or her way could navigate the dark
path. I think it was an angel, SER?
She warily approached the package and
peeked. Something was making noise inside. Did she hear a song, or was it a
soft breeze soughing through the rustling pines? The box moved! The top popped
open! It was Mr. Potato Head, of course! How could she have forgotten? But wait, he was missing something vital! Two
ears, two eyes, lips…. Oh no! The nose!! Is this a cryptic message?
The nose always knows... She picked up
the package with the nose-less spud. Opening up the back, she found a variety
of parts, including several noses. An enclosed message read, “Schnozberry,
Rhinoplasty Specialist.” Oh, my! That had been her former plastic
surgeon/lover. How did he find the nerve to contact her, considering what had
transpired between them? Just a few indiscreet moments… and now, he wants to
reconnect?
I’ll show him, she thought! Choosing
the ugliest nose of all, she stuffed an envelope, inserting nose and …………
See chapter 3: http://therealclubhouse.blogspot.com/2016/06/chapter-3-more-of-story.html
See chapter 3: http://therealclubhouse.blogspot.com/2016/06/chapter-3-more-of-story.html
