StoryWeaving discussion

1. Write any topic you want to. Even '#$@#$%^^" becomes a story title...someone with imagination would say it was a Vulcan swear word :-) So feel FREE!

2. If you've started a story and if you are following it up you are the automatic 'moderator' of that story helping the others , guiding them along and encouraging people to just...WRITE happily

3. During a story the next person may want to add some non story info/details. Do these at the beginning between double brackets
((text))
e.g.:-(( According to Google...)) or
e.g.:-(( I am assuming this is the first day))

4. If someone has made a mistake you want to point out...kindly do it with a 'decent and kind worded personal message' The comment may then be edited by the concerned person.
If it is some other aspect of discussion that doesn't hurt anyone's feelings (like pointing out mistakes would) then pop in a bracketed asterix as a 'hyperlink' substitute
((*)) would mean you want people to meet at the discussion area of the story below where characters , alternate story lines, facts etc., may be discussed without interrupting the story flow here.

5. I will try my best to clean up after you by helping shift suggestions accidentally made in the story area to the discussion zone...but you'll be helping me a lot by doing it yourself, thanks in advance

You can keep posting 2-8 line comments if no one else is....to make tougher stories assume some basic shape...or to just give an example :-)

BLOCKS!
I want you to try blocking a story (gently though)

I like what Meenakshi did in eMerge ...this guy is calling up Gina....'she put in a comment saying Amelia picked up the phone..so had to disconnect' WONDERFUL! Gives us an extra situation/obstacle...Amelia?? daughter/niece...

'Book/Author/Character/Product Placement'

Meenakshi and I played along with the book she recently read Zahir by Paulo Coelho. She named the place Zahiristhan and I played along 'fooling around' naming the tribes after the author's first and last names

Placing names of friends or things of common interest into a story gives you an added smile/thrill/kick :-)

Enjoy!

Let's aim at completing stories within 30 comments so that we can write many more :-)

FLIGHT OF A QUEEN BEE
PREFACE
All information is made up by my imagination. The last thing I remember is going to “Bay Jammer”, a G.S/B.S. event and getting my first boyfriend there-3 months before my accident-important incident!


INTRO-A Bumblebee shouldn’t be able to fly. The body is to heavy for the bee to get off of the ground but it doesn’t know it and flies anyway. I wasn’t supposed to live, but I didn’t know it and flew to further heights.

THE JENNY B.C. (before crash)
I woke up early this sunny Saturday. Today I was going on the GS/BS safe driving road rally and was excited to begin my day. I hurriedly showered, washed my long hair dressed and ready to begin my day. Then I ate breakfast consisting of oatmeal and toast with peanut butter on it. At 8:45, I waited for my two friends in front hall. I always wanted to be doing something and so I began reading an article from a magazine on the peanut butter and oatmeal diet. I want to loose weight, for I can’t stand being teased by two of my male cousins. They call me Jennifer-Bennifer Butt or big-butt Benson.
My friends arrived early. They were excited too. Sue drove her father’s new brown Chevy, while Chris sat next to Sue in the front seat. Both of the girls went to North high school while I went to South High.
I jumped into the backseat and instantly was teased by Chris. “I bet that Jenny will get another boyfriend…remember that she got a good catch at “Bay Jammer”. Wasn’t he a hunk, Sue?”
“Yeah, he sure was and very polite, too.”
“Come on you guys I was just lucky. Ted is my first boyfriend and only boyfriend.”
“How can that be…you are so popular!”
“I’m popular to girls, but guys are allergic to me…. Hey Sue put on your seatbelt. It’s a rule in this rally.”
“Ah bah humbug. I hate wearing seatbelts. I think putting one on is a waste of time since I’m a perfect driver! Look…when we are most done driving in the Road Rally, I’ll put my seat belt on. I don’t want to get us disqualified.”
“ Jenny what will you be doing Sunday,” asks Chris?
“ I’ll be going to church and singing in the choir. That night, I’ll be studying French. We are going to the listening lab. A tape speaks some French and then asks you a question. I hate it. I never know what to say! However, I must be saying the right thing. I, usually get an A in that class.”
“I love French, excitedly Chris said. “ In fact, my French teacher wants me to study in France for a year. I also Love math. Maybe I should become a French math teacher!
Sue said, “I’ll be doing school work too. There is a Biology lab on Monday. We are going to dissect frogs. It’s so much fun! I also have a big test in Chemistry. I think I will get an A.”
Jen announced, "I’m so clumsy in Chemistry. " I spilled some acid on my Favorite pants.”
Chris cheerfully says “ On Tuesday, I’m having a Calculus test. It’s going to be hard, but I think I’ll get an A on it. Calculus is so easy for me!”
“Across this intersection a BEE tree. It’s a tree with no buds, but for some mysterious reason it attracts bees. It’s kind of a place where bees can hang out together. It’s like a bee bar!” stated Jenny.

Chris excitedly said “I read about that bee tree in NY TIMES. I want to use it for a report in Botany II. I can’t wait to see it.”
“I read about it in the SHEBOYGAN PRESS and went to see it when I went to the farm or my relatives. I adopted it and would bike there and sit and read a fiction book-usually historical fiction,” Jenny said.
“Wouldn’t the bees sting you,” questioned Sue.
“No, for some reason bees like me-I guess I smell good,” laughs Jenny.
Chris quickly removes her seatbelt and squishes Sue to see this amazing tree meanwhile asking, “Miss BEEson where is this tree?”
“It’s over there.” I put my arm in the front seat and pointed to the left side. By doing this I blocked Sue’s view.
“I can’t see…. Chris quit squishing me! Jenny, you are blocking my view…oh no, we’re going to hit a truck. What can we do?” shouted Sue.
Chris, yelled, “Pray!”
“Our father….”heard from the backseat.
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The Benson phone rang. My dad answered it.
“Hi Mr. Benson. Is Jenny home?”
“No, who’s calling? When she comes home I’ll have her call you.”
“This Mary Bartson. I’m a Girl Scout. Somebody told me there has been a bad car accident and the drivers name is Sue.”
“Thank you Mary. I’ll look into the matter.” Little did Mary know that Sue was Jen’s driver?
A few minutes; later, Ken called the sheriff’s department and was told that his daughter was in a tragic car accident. Sue died instantly. While the bodies of Chris and Jenny were so mangled that it was hard to see which girl was alive. Therefore, Ken met Jack or Sue’s dad at the morgue and they were lead to the dead girl. Jack immediately saw Chris’ birthmark on her leg, therefore Jenny was alive, but just barely.
When Ken was beginning to leave a doctor stopped him and said “We could ship your daughter’s heart to a middle-aged lady who has been waiting for a heart for years and we could give her kidneys to a little boy who needs them desperately. Just sign on the dotted line and then we can proceed. What do you think?”
Ken muttered, “How can you ask such a question? Jenny needs all those organs to live!”
For the next 3-3 ½ _ months. I was unconscious. Many people would say if Jenny lived I would become a human vegetable. I feel like I’m a bumblebee. I wasn’t suppose to live, but now I’m flying to new heights I would like to share some of my adventures or exciting stories with others…