sniffyjenkins: atsween: insooutso: This is Brenda. I feel we should write a story about her. Brenda didn’t know it was picture day. Or maybe she did and she’s just awesome like that. You be the judge.I tag atsween to write the first line of Brenda’s Story, then he can tag the next person for the next line and so on… Brenda’s Story Sitting in the catapult, saber posed to slice the rope, Brenda thought back to that fateful day and finally had to admit to herself: “It was always going to come to this.” (I tag sniffyjenkins.) If she’d only gone ice-fishing with her one-eyed foster Mother Olivia that fateful day, many years ago, she would never have stumbled across the sleeping boy in the woods; and everything would have been so different. (I tag delgrosso). Martin was traipsing through the forest on a hunt for truffles, with his pet pig Sniffy. He filled an entire basket with beautiful black truffles. “Mum will be pleased”, he said to himself, then settled down to nap against a tree before the long walk home. He never expected to wake to a vision of a young girl with cedar pigtails and a mouth that smiled, but didn’t seem to be positioned quite correctly on her asymmetrical face. Nonetheless, he thought she was beautiful. “Ello,” the girl said. “My name is Brenda. I like cookies.” (I tag Gordon Shumway)

sniffyjenkins:

atsween:

insooutso:

This is Brenda. I feel we should write a story about her.

Brenda didn’t know it was picture day. Or maybe she did and she’s just awesome like that. You be the judge.

I tag atsween to write the first line of Brenda’s Story, then he can tag the next person for the next line and so on…

Brenda’s Story

Sitting in the catapult, saber posed to slice the rope, Brenda thought back to that fateful day and finally had to admit to herself:

“It was always going to come to this.”

(I tag sniffyjenkins.)

If she’d only gone ice-fishing with her one-eyed foster Mother Olivia that fateful day, many years ago, she would never have stumbled across the sleeping boy in the woods; and everything would have been so different.

(I tag delgrosso).

Martin was traipsing through the forest on a hunt for truffles, with his pet pig Sniffy. He filled an entire basket with beautiful black truffles. “Mum will be pleased”, he said to himself, then settled down to nap against a tree before the long walk home.

He never expected to wake to a vision of a young girl with cedar pigtails and a mouth that smiled, but didn’t seem to be positioned quite correctly on her asymmetrical face. Nonetheless, he thought she was beautiful.

“Ello,” the girl said. “My name is Brenda. I like cookies.”

(I tag Gordon Shumway)

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