Its that time again. Time to give your brain cells a little workout. I will write an opening to a story and you can feel free to add to the story in the comments below.
I hope some take up the challenge, for if not this is going to be a very short story!
“She was out on a walk and decided to take a short cut through the woods. She watched a russet brown striped chipmunk scamper up a tree and then she stopped in her tracks. Where was the music coming from?
she looked up, the chipmunk was holding grandmother’s music box that she had hid in the tree trunk. Naughty chipmunk found her treasure store.
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LOL! You just never know what rhose chipmunks are capable of! π
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Indeed! The are cute and crafty… Lol! Thank you for brightening up my Sunday morning.
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My pleasure! Thanks for the smile!
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It was the angels in heaven singing.
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There was a Barn Owl high up in an old Oak tree, and playing a violin!
She (who doesn’t seem to have a name), called up “Hey Mr Barn Owl. How did you learn to play the violin?”
The owl looked down at her and blinked “Well,first … I am not a Mr. and second, the same way you would if you really wanted to play well. Practise! Practise! Practise.”
The girl was totally focused on the owl now. “Hey Mrs Barn Owl. You do play extremely well.”
The owl tipped her head to one side and rolled her eyes. “I am not a Mrs. either!”
“Oh,” said the girl with no name, “What are you?”
“I am a Barn Owl! Is your species always this slow to process simple facts, or perhaps you should have asked a different question?”
“Well I know that you’re a Barn Owl” she said sharply.
The owl now fixed her unblinking eyes on her “Well why did you ask what I am? You knew right away that I was a Barn Owl.”
The girl smiled “Yes but if you’re not a Mr. or a Mrs. …. what are you?”
The owl walked sideways along the branch to get closer to her. “Well perhaps that is the question you should have asked. I am very familiar with your species and you are very adept at not asking direct questions. Then you complain because you are misunderstood. Amazing!”
“Well,” said the no-name girl, “what are you if not a Mr. or a Mrs. … and do you have a name?”
“I am a Ms.,” said the owl, “and my name is Odessa. What’s yours?”
The girl was playing with hair and looking down at her feet. “I don’t know.” she said sadly “The writer of this Post did not give me one.”
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“Poor girl! said Odessa. “What was that writer thinking?”
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Hey Ms.Owl, I mean Odessa, sorry! I just found 3 very talented chipmunks, who sing, would you like to join their band? That would be quite a unique band. A Barn owl and 3 singing chipmunks!
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Odessa was now on the ground, and looking very interested in the chipmunks. “I think joyroses had an excellent idea. You guys are rodents, so are no doubt very tasty. Come closer my friends.”
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Ummm….I believe Odessa misunderstood the idea! I would tell them to not go closer,but guess I am too late for Alvin’s sake!
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She looked up and saw three chipmunks high on a branch, with musical instruments, and singing in high-pitched voice as if they had inhaled helium. The combo finished their song, and she applauded and asked them what they called their band.
One stepped forward and said his name was Alvin. And he added that his band was called Alvin and The Chipmunks. He then introduced his two bandmates, Simon, and Theodore.
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Hey you guys are really good. You should team up with a cool Owl that I just met. Her nsme is Odessa and she plays the violin.
Just be careful, she can have a little bit of an attitude.
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So the lead chipmunk turned to the owl and said, “Hello Mr. Owl.” And the owl replied, “A-L-V-I-N!!!!”
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… and with a quick movement her head, swallowed him whole. She looked at the other two. “I guess the trio is no more. Do you guys do duets?”
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Oh gosh! Poor Alvin!! A duet is a good idea, but I think Simon and Theodore may be a little too scared to sing right now. Their voices may be quavering!
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Oooooh I am afraid that Alvin made a BAD mistake!
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Odessa didn’t count on Alvin being a mischief-maker. Alvin began yelling from inside Odessa’s stomach, “Who-who-who!”
And Odessa replied, “Ms. Odessa, Ms. Odessa, Ms. Odessa!”
Then everyone laughed at Odessa. As the owl cringed with embarrassment, her beak opened agape, and out jumped Alvin.
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Gotta watch out for those mischief makers! They can be quite sly.
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This story is going nowhere . . . fast.
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LOL! Well take it somewhere … fast . π
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She began to walk toward the music. With each passing step, the music became more beautiful to her and her desire to find its source grew in intensity. Eventually, she found that she was running through the woods with an urgency and focus that she didn’t understand. As she ran, branches pulled at her hair and scratched her face, but still she focused on the music and finding its source. She saw skunks, squirrels, snakes, birds, and other animals fleeing in the opposite direction as if to get away from the music. But, she did not stop to wonder why or ponder the possible danger that may lie ahead.
The forest began to glow around her with an unnatural light, and she began to hear a slow pulsing behind the music. The pulsing grew in intensity as she approached and she began to feel it though the ground. There were no more animals to be seen or any other of the natural noises to be heard. But still, with blood running from scratches on her face, she pressed on toward the source of the music.
Finally, she burst through the brush into a clearing and found the source of the music. She hurried toward the large glowing spacecraft, past the two observing aliens, and up the ramp until she was surrounded by the music and light. The she seemed to exist for months or years in heart of the beautiful music. She really had no notion of movement or time, just music.
Then, the music stopped. She woke up from her music fueled fog and saw strange forms that should could not identify. They moved as though the were alive. They began to push and prod her toward a doorway. When she stepped through the doorway and out of the spacecraft she emerged to find an unimaginable terror that froze her in place…
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Oh my gosh, your brain cells got quite the work out with that story! I am rather afraid to ask what has her frozen in place but the story CAN’T end there. My curious nature needs to know what happens!! So it looks like your brain cells need a little more exercise. π
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Oh, I thought that you would finish it. Everything that I think of just ends up with space ships and such.
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Oh but you did a great job, now I am going have to think hard, unless Tippy or Colin’s mind come up with something. π
For this poor girl already has no name, can’t just leave her frozen in place!
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Well, I started with the girl going into a giant human sausage factory on an alien world, but I doubt they could digest us as we and our proteins and such are totally alien to them.
Maybe some sort of slave labor, but what would aliens need with human slaves. They have robots for that.
Maybe a big zoo of aliens and she is in one of the display cases. There was a twilight zone episode like that set on Mars.
Maybe creepy medical experiments to change human captives into some new creature.
Hmmm….
This is a lot for a Sunday morning, but I am on my second cup.
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Oh dear, none of.those options sound good for the poor girl, no wonder she is frozen in place! You must have something pretty potent that you are drinking. π
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You certainly can’t, but it is your story after all … and you did invite contributions. I would say you got a really good one, so what are you going to do with it?
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You are right it can’t, you know my curious nature. And yes I did invite contrbutions and I did get a really good one, Jason went all out, but….I have no clue as to what to do with it! My brain cells aren’t working like his obviously were!
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Oh well! π
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“Haha!”
Perhaps if Jason has a 3rd cup… or Tippy’s imagination may kick in or something may come to me sometime today! One just never knows!
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She found herself in a cold room, lit by mostly green light. There were what appeared to be tables surrounded by tools, equipment, and glowing panels with some indecipherable glyphs and graphics. The tables lined one side of the room and on the opposite side were the tanks and cages. In the cages were disfigured people. Some were living and some couldnβt possibly be alive. The colors were all cool greens and blues as though the warmer colors didnβt exist in this place.
In the nearest was a man, but his eyes were now pale yellow and green and much too large for a human face. His arms and hands we identifiable as human, as was his ripped pull-over hoodie proclaiming his allegiance to the Oklahoma Sooners. But through the rips in the hoodies passes tubes that carried various chemicals and compounds into and out of his body. He looked at her, with what appeared to be panic in is horribly alien eyes. His mouth was agape and he appeared to be screaming without making any sound. He reached and waved for her as if to warn her, but they both knew that it was too late.
The girl was frozen in place and couldnβt even take enough breath to scream. She was prodded from behind as three cold green claws grabbed her and ushered her to the third table. Seemingly without any effort, the strange alien forms lifted her and placed her on the table on her back. Immediately mechanical grasps found her arms, legs, neck and she was firmly secured to the table. It was then that she found the power to scream. She screamed with all her might and the sound was absorbed by the room in an unnatural way. The alien figures did not see to even notice the noises that she make. They looked at the green and black screen, studying the figures there on.
She continued to panic and struggle against her restrains, but to no avail. She was not strong enough to bend or break whatever material they were made from. The aliens showed no compassion and seemed content to have her suffer while they prepared their machines and tools for whatever horrific procedures they were planning. The tortured man in the cage struggled, attempting to slip his restraints and help her, but he was as trapped as she and helpless to do anything but watch in terror and sorrow. He knew what sorts of horrors were in the girlβs future.
One of the creatures seemed to turn away from the screen and face her, if face was the right word. He picked up a sharp device from the tool tray and brought it towards her stomach. She flexed and screamed and struggled with all her might. The fear consumed her mind in the same way the music had in the forest. She could think of nothing but the terror that she felt through her entire body. When will this end?!?!?
The alien brought the cutting tool to her waste, lifted her blouse and cut it vertically to expose her abdomen. A small instrument was then placed on her stomach. The aliens then appeared to focus their attention on the glowing screen. She looked up and saw the small image of her unborn fetus and she began to suspect why she had been brought to this place. The aliens studied the screen and appeared to investigate her fetus in several different ways. Strange glyphs appeared on the screen and faded away.
After several minutes the aliens began to appear to focus on each other and fall into a trance. Were they conversing? What was happening. Exhausted by the fear and panic, she began to form coherent thoughts. In a raspy voice, she called for the man in the cage. βWhat is happening here?β βWhat are these things?β. The man in the cage could only struggle and violently move his silent mouth as if trying to communicate.
A short time later, more of the creatures entered the chamber. They moved almost silently across the floor with a cart sliding behind them and approached her table. They stopped beside her. Were they looking at her? She couldnβt tell and they didnβt have a recognizable face that she could detect. βWhat are you doing?β she screamed, but they seemed to be unaffected by her shouts and struggles.
One of the new creatures removed a tube from the cart and restraints emerged from table and secured her head. And in a quick motion the alien inserted a tool into her mouth to spread her jaw and allow to the tube to be forced down her throat. She couldnβt scream, she could only writhe in terror. She felt several stabbing pains as needles found veins in her neck and arms.
The room appeared to grow very bright and then very dark and her consciousness and terror were gone, for now.
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Well, off to eat breakfast.
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Enjoy breakfast, you earned it!! π
Thats what I like about doing posts like this every so often, you get to see the creativity of others. We went from a musicbox in the tree to angels providing the music to an Owl with an atittude ,singing, mischievous chipmunks, and then the poor, no name girl getting caught by aliens! Quite the variety!
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The owl just had me thinking of the owl that tried to see how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie roll tootsie pop.
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Wow! So when is your science fiction book coming out? LOL!
Thank you for not leaving her frozen, though now I really feel sorry for the poor girl! I cringed in pain for her. Having no name is the least of her worries now!!
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She probably won’t remember her real name anyway. Maybe the aliens can give her a name.
I have to find something to shoot photos of today.
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Perhaps you can find a spaceship to take a picture of. π
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I did that at Space Center Houston with my daughter. But there were no aliens.
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Ahh! So thats where the idea for the spaceship came from. π
Glad you all didn’t get caught by aliens, though too bad you couldn’t have seen one just quick enough to be able to snap a picture.
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I used to think more about girls than spaceships, but these days it is quite the other way round.
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Haha! 2 quite very different things!
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Knowing you are capable of stories like this I may think twice before I turn you into a monkey in one of my stories! LOL!
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How about a monkeyβs uncle.
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Haha! That might work.
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If I have scary dreams tonight about aliens, I will know why! π
Still shaking my head. Used to great photography from you and plenty of puns, but this story was a surprise for sure.
By the way, did you get a picture taken of somerhing today?
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Not really. Took a bunch of Christmas stuff down out of the attic. Mostly lazy day.
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Lazy days are needed!
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Thanks for the nice comments. You have to be careful what story you start.
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You are welcome! You drew me in, and may have made me cringe and squirm as well!
Yes, i will have to be more on my guard now for sure, though I am one who is known to throw caution to the wind at times.
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Suddenly she woke up. She thought she had been in a dream. But as she looked around, she realized she was still in the space ship. And then a portal-like door opened. And in stepped a little chipmunk. It jumped up on the table where she lay, extended a paw and said, “Hi, I’m Alvin! My friend, Odessa, and I have come to rescue you.”
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Oh yes, now this makes me smile, instead of giving me the chills. LOL! Cheers to Alvin and Odessa. The rescue is successful, right? π
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I hate the chipmunks so badly. I grew up having to hear the songs with the sped up voices. My kids have tried to get me to watch those movies and I won’t do it.
And if you just change the speed on the record player, you can make Led Zeppelin be the chipmunks.
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Oh the chipmunks are cute! We watched the movies and listened to The Chipmunk Song LOTS of times when the kids were young. And it looks like Tippy made Alvin a hero, which makes him an extra- special chipmunk! π
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I know. They can get under your skin. Which is exactly what happened in the space ship. The aliens rushed in and attacked Alvin. But then he began singing and it stopped them in their tracks. Their skeletal complexes began disintegrating, and their skull-like encephalon enclosures caved in. They tried to retreat, but Odessa the owl kept watch and pointed out to Alvin, Theodore, and Simon where they ran and hid.
Soon the aliens were dead, and every living human onboard that alien ship was rescued.
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Yay! Thanks Tippy, you saved the day! Well Alvin and Odessa did but… π
I was afraid that Jaeon may have had rhe aliens attack Alvin and turn him into chipmunk stew!
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No that didn’t happen. But after the aliens were killed, Odessa ate Alvin again. So once again, he had to trick her to escape. But I guess that’s a whole ‘nuther story.
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Oh gosh! You just had to do it. Poor Alvin! I hope he has 9 lives like cats. Odessa may not be able to be tricked again.
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Technically, it’s a myth that owls are wise. They’re actually just as birdbrained as any other bird, and thus easily tricked.
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Oooh don’t let Odessa hear you call her birdbrained. May not go over too well!
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Who?
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But in this case, the surviving humans envied the dead aliens and their merciful deaths.
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Haha!!
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Well, yeah, probably so.
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So I see that you would “appreciate” me posting “The Chipmunk Song” too, eh! π
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According to Jason, that would be a merciful way to kill people (or at least, aliens).
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Oh gosh! So are you saying that if I post it I may be “killing” people? Hopefully you are wrong, for its a little late for that warning.
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I’m starting to wonder if you’re in league with rodents, to take over the world.
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Oh gosh, you found out my secret!
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I think closer to Christmas I will have to post ‘The Chipmunk song” just for your listening pleasure Jason. π
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I am beginning to feel like you don’t want me around. I am familiar with this feeling.
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LOL! No, no. I want you around. π
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Oh good. I was having fun.
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I will try to remember to not post that song, but my memory somerimes…….π
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How about the dog that barks jingle bells instead?
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LOL! That ia a good one too.
I have to ask, do you like AC/DC? For I will take the chipmunks over them Any Day!!
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Well I am an electrical engineer
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Ooooh. ….”smacking my head”!!
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I couldn’t resist I wrote the short post, which includes the “wonderful” song. Its in my drafts now, but all I have to do is hit the “publish” button. π
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I hate to see you punish yourself like this.
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LOL!
When you are on the road, driving in the rain, my husband is driving, not me…one just has to think of ways to entertain themselves. We have been on the road since 8:30 this morning!
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