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Joseph Zink Feb 11, 7:39 AM
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No photos in this post, looking for comments.
It's been said that every picture tells a story. So, I thought it would be fun to write an actual fiction story and post it along with my pictures. I had hoped that some of you would join in as if we were playing the campfire game where one person starts a story, then the next person takes it and adds their own twist, and so forth as the story travels through the group.
The photos should be the basis for your part of the story...other than that, no rules, just make it up as you go. I thought maybe 3 photos/story paragraphs, then hand it off...Anyone interested?
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Joseph Zink Feb 12 6:20 AM
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Ok, story tellers, here we go! I will do three days worth of photos and narrative, then Amy will take it for the next three days. She will pass it to whoever she chooses, and we go from there.
A lone car made its way through the winter storm.
Inside the car, the driver was tense. He drove carefully as the snow built up, but it wasn’t the snow he was thinking about. Today was the big test of the experiment he had been working on for years. He wondered if it had been worth everything he had given up to reach this point.
Suddenly the sky flashed bright blue, and the world changed forever.
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Joseph Zink Feb 12, 8:19 PM
A strange face appeared in the middle of the blue flash. It seemed like it was looking deep inside him as it spoke.
“You must be careful”, it said. “The flash was an awakening and it will last for some time. It has happened only within you, and it will change the way you see things from now on. “ The flash faded, and he was driving through the snow again.
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Joseph Zink Feb 14 5:09 AM
(story 3)
The man drives over the rickety old bridge and makes his way through the rock canyon along the river. In the canyon, lava rocks are mixed with sandstone from the time when this part of the country rose from the primeval sea. In a few minutes more he arrives at the lab. When he steps out of the car, the smell of the forest washes over him and he walks slowly to the door.
Your turn, Amy!
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Camellia Staab Feb 15 8:43AM
Continuing Joseph's story- (Amy on vacation)
When he steps out of the car, the smell of the forest washes over him and he walks slowly to the door...or what he thinks is a door. Searching around the building he is not able to see any type of entrance.
But one look up and fright takes over.
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Camellia Staab Feb 16 8:17 AM
(story continued)
How did this ferocious animal come to be here? Wasn’t this supposed to be the lab? He wonders if Google maps mislead him, once again.
Not wanting to be eaten alive by the now sleeping animal, he quickly turns around and runs toward his car.
All along yelling into his phone: ” Hey google directions to…….”
But before he can finish his sentence, he spots the shoes......
Passing the baton to Nancy
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Nancy Andread Feb 17 5:21 AM
Story continued - Joseph Zink, Camellia Staab
But he was immediately distracted by the loud ring from his phone ... He screamed in desperation: "No, Google, just no .... not now .... come on, do your magic .... please .....".
Alas, the image in his phone begin to be fragmented. He walked quickly back to his car and one wonders, how did he managed to get to his car! He started the car and it seems that it was driving itself out of the forest and back to that winter storm road. It looked familiar but is it? All of a sudden, at a distance he thought he saw a man with his dog. Maybe he could ask him for help? But is that man real?
"I don't want to die"- he cried in his heart as he drove on …
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Nancy Andread Feb 18, 6:56 AM
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Story continued - Joseph Zink, Camellia Staab
It seems it was forever to reach the man with the dog but when he was nearly there, another flash that nearly blinded him appeared. He squinted and saw a man sitting by the window and the bright moon. His radio was mysteriously switched on and he heard the soothing voice chanting repeatedly: 'It's all right ... you are going to be fine.' His eyelids were heavy and he felt himself drifting ....
Over to you, Marilyn Grimble
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Marilyn Grimble Feb 19, 7:22 AM
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Story Cont.....
Drifting,drifting, drifting into his dreams. Dreams of warmth, love and his beloved dog who lay quietly beside him. The man in the window gazed forlornly at the scene before him ... should he play the "Good Samaritan" and give a helping hand before darkness engulfed what lay before him ...
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Marilyn Grimble Feb 20, 4:44 AM
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Story cont...
He spent far too long contemplating the action he should take. Before he knew it the sleeping man roused his hound to make his way stealthily towards the house. He tapped gently on the door, then loudly and more insistently. Upon unlocking the door, it caved in knocking the poor guy across the room ; "Where 's the treasure hidden?' he cried.
"What treasure?" asked the old man.
" You know the Faberge pearls and diamonds."
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Marilyn Grimble Feb 21, 4:58 AM
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"What on earth are you talking about?"
The dog snarled and growled, the old man was confused and frightened. Suddenly the man grabbed him by the throat forcing him up against the wall.
"You must remember, your father gave you the whereabouts of the secret hiding place before he died!"
The old man was terrified so pleaded with the angry man to wait until sunrise. He could spend the night thinking about his predicament and how to go about saving himself and the Faberge pearls and diamonds buried under the special tree alongside his father's beautiful lake at the bottom of the garden.
Over to you John Durham
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John Durham Feb 21, 7:29 AM
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The picture of that tree was taken long ago. The weather was turning for the worse, so he had to hurry. He wasn’t sure if the tree or even the lake still existed or looked as it did then. All he knew was that he had to cross this open field...
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John Durham Feb 21, 7:29 AM
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... dominated by this huge, menacing bull. A quick thought saved him from tangling with the massive bovine - he reached in the pockets of his jacket and found the miserable, partially dried apples, remnants of the last crop he had picked along the way to sustain him, and hurled them in front of the bull.
With the bull’s attention diverted, he jumped the fence, headed for the ravine that he was sure would lead to the lake, and moved swiftly toward his ultimate prize.
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John Durham Feb 21 7:30 AM
But, as he emerged from the ravine and looked out toward the lake all he saw was…
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Peter Smith Feb 21, 6:15 PM
The story continues.....
The man was relieved to have escaped the deadly bull but was feeling apprehensive. The day was like nothing he had experienced before. Since the freak snow storm and blinding flash, strange visions and bright red skies he was unsure what to believe. The ravine was scary and the skies above threatened trouble. And now the ground around him started steaming and bubbling. He needed to get out of there and find 'the tree'.
He stumbled on. There was a small river between him and the cliff and he was sure that he needed to get to the other side. He spotted an old stone Bridge. It looked sturdy enough so crossed and headed on. He was drawn by a whooshing noise he could hear up ahead…
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Joseph Zink Feb 22, 5:59 PM
*** Story Hijack****
A woodland nymph grabs the man and takes him to a secluded spot in the forest. Satisfied that no one else is nearby, she lights a joint and sits down.
She starts to talk.
"Gotta be careful with the fire, cuz you know {points to her hair}.
Anyway, You are freakin me out, dude! I put a blue flash on you to snap you out of your stiff way of seeing things. I gave you the thought that you can see things differently...and now you are getting chased by cows and walking across stone bridges in search of treasure? Dude, what the hell?"
The man starts to talk, but she interrupts him.
"Oh, and if you see Bigfoot, for God's sake, don't let him in your house! "
"Why?" the man asks. "Will he kill me?"
The forest nymph turns into a butterfly and looks at the man. "No, , he's just really clumsy and he breaks everything he touches. Sheeesh!"
Back to you, Peter!
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Peter Smith Feb 22, 6:09 PM
The story (2/3)
The man proceeded cautiously along the path towards the sound. As he rounded a bend he was relieved to find it was just a waterfall. It must be the source of the river he had crossed and the first lake he had passed. Relaxing a little he bent and took a drink from the cool water. It refreshed his senses and he realised there mus be a source for the waterfall itself. Looking ahead there was a rickety path up.
He climbed the creaking steps carefully, the hand rail swayed but he got to the top unscathed. Emerging through the bushes and there it was. The lake and 'the tree'. Surely this was what he was searching for. Pearls and diamonds filled his thoughts. He was going to be rich. But what was the noise he could hear to his left? Thwack, thwack, thwack…
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Peter Smith Feb 23, 6:23 PM
The story (3/3)
The man turned his head. A little way off he could see a large helicopter, thwack, thwack, thwack. It looked to be carrying a military vehicle. The man stepped back in to the trees. He almost trod on a butterfly. Hey!! he thought he heard it say. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He watched the chopper. Had the man with the dog informed on him? Were they after him? Who were 'they' anyway? He suddenly remembered the shoes. Disembodied shoes. Where had the people they belonged to gone? He felt a need to hide.
Off to his right was an old hangar type building. It looked dilapidated and deserted. That would do until the helicopter had gone. Hugging the tree line he made his way towards the Hangar. But wait, what were those strange orange boxes out front. They weren't old. As he got nearer strange lights started to glow. What was this, were these boxes even of this world, was the hangar concealing something? He recalled the face in the sky telling him to be careful. Was this what the warning referred to?...
Tom Snider over to you!
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Tom Snider Feb 24, 10:05 AM
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The Story, continued:
The man, whose name was Orville, stepped back into the woods to think, again almost stepping on the butterfly. “Hey, watch it!” the butterfly said. Orville jumped aside, tripped on a rock, and fell . . .
Time passed.
“Would you mind getting up? You’re lying on my lunch.”
Orville’s mind began to come to life. His eyes were closed, but he could tell he was, indeed, lying down. But why? Where? Who was talking to him? He opened his eyes.
He sat up quickly, causing his head to swim. The snake said, “Thank you,” and snatched up the flattened beetle lying where Orville’s head had been.
Orville was still feeling very muddled, but he knew one thing clearly: snakes can’t talk. So he said, “Snakes can’t talk.”
“Oh, really?” said the snake. “Who are you talking to, then?”
“Uh . . . . Oh.“
“Right,” said the snake.
“But snakes can’t talk,” Orville said again, because it was all he could think of to say.
“Neither can butterflies. Work that one out on your own,” the snake said. “I don’t have time to explain it to you. There’s a big group of scary humans headed this way. I suggest you get going, too.”
“I don’t know where to go,” Orville said.
“Look behind you,” the snake said. “Go there.” He looped around gracefully and slid toward the underbrush.
Orville looked behind himself. There was a path. He took a step down the path, turned, and said, “Thanks.”
“Go!” said a voice from the underbrush.
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Tom Snider Feb 25, 9:04 AM
The story:
Orville trotted down the path until he became tired, and then slowed to a walk. He saw no more snakes, butterflies, or wood nymphs. There was a squirrel who seemed to look at him curiously, but the squirrel didn’t speak and neither did Orville.
At last the path opened into a park bordering a small town, and Orville found himself walking down a long set of steps down a hill. He had stopped to admire the statute of the semi-clothed woman in the fountain at the bottom, when he heard a small voice say, “You’re late.” He turned and saw the butterfly. “You’re already going to be the last one,” it continued.
“But . . .” Orville began.
“No time for that!” the butterfly said firmly. “Go down that passageway to your left. At the end you’ll find a house in a field. Knock twice on the front door.”
“But . . .” Orville began again, but the butterfly had flown away. Orville walked toward the passageway.
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Tom Snider Feb 25, 4:24 PM
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The story continues . . .
As the butterfly had said, there was a house in a field at the end of the passageway. It looked deserted, and slightly ominous. Orville trudged across the unkempt field and knocked twice on the door.
The door swung open, apparently by itself. Orville stepped inside and gasped. The interior was enormous, bright, and decorated like an ancient Greek temple. At the end of the huge room was the largest statue he had ever seen. It was a woman in a golden gown.
Suddenly a small face on the woman’s chest came to life, and spoke to him. “Do you know why you are here?”
“Uh . . . the treasure?” said Orville.
The little face appeared to roll its little eyes. “You ninny! This is more important that your ‘treasure.’ I can see the nymph failed to wake you up. Was she stoned when she talked to you?”
“Well, maybe a little,” Orville said.
The face rolled its eyes upward again. “Holy crap on a stick! I just can’t get good help these days.” Then it turned its eyes back to Orville.
“You are here because of your experiment, fool. Have you forgotten about the experiment you devoted your life to? The experiment that has implications that even you don’t seem to understand?”
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