Blog-a-Story-a-Thon
Okay, over at my other post-- I thought it would be fun to have a Blog-A-Story-A-Thon!!!!

The goal will be for all of us collectively to write a funny, witty, deep, dramatic, inspiring, illuminating, insightful, coherent (that'll be the hard part) story by the time we're done.

Are you game? Now's your chance to be read by MILLIONS! (Well, by some people, at least.)

THE RULES

1. The first line will mirror the first line in SO TOTALLY EMILY EBERS (that way I can see how the book would have gone with lots of input) -- "Today was the last day of school, and the second saddest day of my entire life."


(Above: Dan Santat, author/illustrator/guy-with-his-own-animated-series in a candid shot at Vroman's bookstore in Pasadena, CA where Lisa yelped when she saw SO TOTALLY EMILY EBERS on display.)

2. Anyone can contribute ONE SENTENCE (and only one sentence).

2a. Make sure you POST YOUR SENTENCE AS A COMMENT and not a reply to the previous post.

3. If can be rated G or PG or PG-13.


3. Every now and then, I may change the direction of the story. If that happens, you can contribute ANOTHER sentence (and only one sentence).

4. And because I always write the last lines of my books first, the last line of the Blog-a-Story-Thon will be this: "He turned out the light and went into the Peeps' room. He would be there all night, and he would so totally be there when the Peeps waked up in the morning."

Ready? Let's begin . . .

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	The First Sentence . . . lisayee 2007-03-12 06:56 am UTC (link)
	"Today was the last day of school, and the second saddest day of my entire life." (Reply to this)

	jmprince 2007-03-12 01:12 pm UTC (link)
	Tomorrow hovers over my head--the beginning of a summer of unknowns. (Reply to this)

	storiesofmoss 2007-03-12 01:33 pm UTC (link)
	Will I find new friends over the summer who love blowing up peeps as much as I do, or will I remain alone and peep-peopleless for months on end? (Reply to this)

	lkmadigan 2007-03-12 01:34 pm UTC (link)
	One thing I did know: it looked like no one would speak to me ever again. (Reply to this)

	d_michiko_f 2007-03-12 01:56 pm UTC (link)
	If only the whole town hadn't found out about my secret. (Reply to this)

	jodyfeldman 2007-03-12 02:09 pm UTC (link)
	It all started with an itch -- one of those bad ones you have at the wrong place at the wrong time -- and I needed to find a place to relieve myself (of the itch, that is). (Reply to this)

	kporterbooks 2007-03-12 03:00 pm UTC (link)
	Covering my nose and looking around the room before proceeding, I slipped my finger up my nose and "itched." (Reply to this)

	Blog-a-thon-o-rama eluper 2007-03-12 03:01 pm UTC (link)
	First period homeroom wasn't the time or place, but it was so early in the morning and I can't really be responsible for anything I say before lunchtime, but out it came: "I think Mr. Santini is hot." (Reply to this)

	kellyrfineman 2007-03-12 04:01 pm UTC (link)
	The worst part about the comment, of course, is that Mr. Santini is literally wider than he is tall, and the sweat stains on his shirt run past his non-existent waist. (Reply to this)

	mamaip 2007-03-12 04:05 pm UTC (link)
	But somehow, for some reason, it didn't matter for the split second that I blurted it out--but now, now I wish I could crawl in a hole and hibernate until next summer... (Reply to this)

	pbwriter 2007-03-12 04:37 pm UTC (link)
	But what good would that do, I would still have to wake up at the end of the summer . . . or would I? (Reply to this)

	(Anonymous) 2007-03-12 07:06 pm UTC (link)
	Next thing I knew, Mr. Santini was standing at my desk, a headless Peep clutched in his deliciously sweaty fingers. (Reply to this)

	jaynegoode 2007-03-12 09:31 pm UTC (link)
	Seeing just a few grains of sugar stuck to the side of his lips I had to wonder if the head had exploded, or if it had been consumed? (Reply to this)

	slayground 2007-03-13 01:46 am UTC (link)
	I began to mourn for the poor little headless Peep. I hadn't felt this much sadness for a inanimate thing or fictional person since reading The Bridge to Terabithia in fifth grade. (Reply to this)

	juliewinkler 2007-03-13 02:14 am UTC (link)
	"Is there something you wanted to tell the rest of the class?" asked Mr. Santini. (Reply to this)

	eileenrosnbloom 2007-03-13 02:21 am UTC (link)
	My heart raced within me. Was there something I wanted to say? Not really. Not then or ever. But I had to say it, so I blurted out, "You killed my sister!" "What?!" said Mr. Santini. "The Peep," I said. "The Peep was my sister!" (Reply to this)

	janeycreator 2007-03-13 03:05 am UTC (link)
	Mr. Santini slowly turned to look at the headless Peep still clasped in his sweaty fingers. His eyes narrowed and in one swift move he devoured the rest of the marshmallow creature. (Reply to this)

	(Anonymous) 2007-03-13 02:56 pm UTC (link)
	And that's when the cow burst through the wall and yelled, "Anyone up for a game of raquetball?" Greg Trine http://web.mac.com/gregtrine (Reply to this)

	(Anonymous) 2007-03-13 03:05 pm UTC (link)
	Now, normally I'd be the first one to play any game involving balls (and racquetball was my fave!) but this was serious; Mr. Santini had just eaten my sister peep, and I still had an itch. -Robin (Reply to this)

	elisabethx 2007-03-13 03:25 pm UTC (link)
	As I sensed a sneeze coming on, it suddenly occurred to me how I could enlist the cow's assistance to avenge my sister of marshmallowy goodness and make the entire class forget my insane attraction to sweaty Mr. Santini--all by making judicious use of the Moo's hot pink racquetball racket. (Reply to this)

	(Anonymous) 2007-03-13 06:46 pm UTC (link)
	I inched my way closer to the cow and kept an eye on Mr. Santini as I reached for the racket. (Reply to this)

	lietk12.wordpress.com 2007-03-13 09:54 pm UTC (link)
	But then I tripped on a Peep and landed on the cow. (Reply to this)

	(Anonymous) 2007-03-14 12:40 am UTC (link)
	"You!" the cow said, suddenly recognizing me as the one person who had beaten her at the California State Cow/Human Racquetball Championships. (Reply to this)

	(Anonymous) 2007-03-14 12:47 am UTC (link)
	The cow bellowed with a loud "mooooo!" and, draped across its back, I held onto its ears for dear life as it barged back outside and headed straight toward Mrs. Pinderberry's China Shop. -Linda Budz (Reply to this)

	crcook 2007-03-14 01:06 am UTC (link)
	"Look out!" I screamed, waving my arms madly, the agape bystanders staring in horror at the charging cow and me, its crazed rider, itching violently with the hot pink raquet and being chased by a short, squat sweaty teacher clutching a clump of yellow goo that looked suspiciously like a headless peep. (Reply to this)

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