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Post by glen on Sept 27, 2012 16:53:20 GMT -6
Writers followed Kafka's example here:
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Post by glen on Sept 27, 2012 16:58:06 GMT -6
After a long day of running, Aaron discovered that his elbow had grown a bookshelf. This was problematic for him, especially since he couldn’t read. He had just completed the New York City marathon, passing bookstore after bookstore in the process, and not once had anyone offered him a free book with which to fill his new shelves, or warned him of the danger that comes occasionally to marathon runners who don’t read. He was speechless at first, which was saying a lot. For even though Aaron wasn’t a reader, he made up for it by speaking, loudly, early and often. And despite not being in the habit of reading the news in papers, magazines or on the web, he had an opinion on just about everything, regardless of what he knew or didn’t know about the subject. Running is what he did. With the emphasis on the word Did. Because somehow Aaron knew that his running days were numbered. He considered temporary solutions, since he didn’t savor a future life of sitting around, drinking tea and discussing politics or literature, especially since he knew nothing about either of them. He considered getting a wheelchair for his elbow/bookcase, but knew that the location of the new furniture would call for him to hire someone to push said wheelchair. And he was pretty sure that rules for marathon runners were pretty strict about not including a second person to push your wheelchair. He considered getting a skateboard to put under the bookcase, but he was concerned that the bookcase might take off in directions of its own, especially during windy conditions or when he ran downhill. He even considered an amputation—of the bookcase, not his arm, although he didn’t know of any surgeons who were also good in carpentry. While he stood in the Russian Tea Room, sipping his chamomile and staring off into the distance, he realized that passers-by had begun filling his bookcase with books. As he watched, others traded the books there for ones that they had. And as he watched, he saw history unveiling before his eyes. He would become a lending library!
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Post by RoughWriters on Sept 27, 2012 16:58:21 GMT -6
After a long day of falling, Alice discovered that her elbow had grown a robot. She wasn’t exactly sure how it all had happened. One moment she had been following a little pink rabbit through her grandmother’s garden. The next, she was falling through a weird, purpleish vortex. That was when the robot had appeared. Thank goodness it was small. With is odd, neon green, pixelated eyes looking up at her, Alice could only guess what this meant.
Just then she landed on something soft. Slowly, Alice sat up and glanced around at her surroundings. She was in a field of…what were these things? Marshmallows?
“Where am I?” she questioned aloud.
“You are in Wonderland,” came the synthetic voice on her elbow. “There is a portal to Oz 8.3769423 kilometers from this location. Would you like this unit to assist you?”
“I would like ‘this unit’ to get off my elbow,” Alice huffed, glaring down at the little hunk of tin clasped firmly onto her joint.
“Attempting release,” the robot replied. Then, a moment later, “Negative. System failure. Aborting.”
“Ugh!” Alice groaned. “I knew I shouldn’t have eaten those little red berries. Mental note: never eat the red berries.”
“Completed,” the robot responded. “Would you like to view an inventory of your notes?”
“No. Would you just…(sigh)…just…tell me how to get home.”
“No data available. Please refer to system operator for further assistance.”
“Fine,” Alice sighed. “Where’s that portal?”
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Post by jaimebaldwin on Sept 27, 2012 17:01:27 GMT -6
After a long day of dancing, Carl discovered that his eyebrow had grown a shoebox. All Carl ever wanted was to be a dancer. And now he finally could! His favorite kind of dance was tap but he had no tap shoes. Since he worked for free for his parents, he had no money to get his own. He would tie bells on his shoes but it just wasn’t doing the job. Every day he would go home and head downstairs to his basement to practice. The problem was that his parents did not approve of his dream because they were both farmers and lived a rugged lifestyle. Carl spent his whole life dreaming of Broadway and the Big Apple. So after a long day of shoveling manure, he would run inside, clean up, and begin working on his routine. So how exactly did this shoe box appear on his eyebrow? Well, Carl had actually been preparing for this day for months. He had a friend named Jimmy who was a super genius. Jimmy spent months and months in his laboratory extracting chemicals and such to grow a pair of shoes for his dear friend. The thing is, the shoes were supposed to grow from the ground. But that morning, Carl had been helping Jimmy with his experiment. Unknowingly, he had wiped some of the tap shoe growing solution on his forehead. He would not even have realized that it was there except that he kept losing his balance while he danced! After a few days of practice with the shoes, Carl applied to a world renowned dance school and has starred in various Broadway shows such as The Sound of Music and Mamma Mia.
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Post by brisa on Sept 27, 2012 17:02:14 GMT -6
After a long day of singing, Owen discovered that his elbow had grown a tombstone. “What?” he thought to himself. “How can this be? Did my elbow die? That is just so sad!” He didn’t know what to do. He had liked his elbow friend. It was his left. Even though he was right-handed, he didn’t know what he would do without his lifelong friend. “I know what I’ll do! I’ll go to the doctor!” He was suddenly very happy. Maybe his elbow wasn’t actually dead yet but very near to death. There was still time. He arrived at the emergency room and saw a nurse passing by. “Please!” he pleaded with her. “I need your help! My elbow is doomed to die, and I only have so much time. Please help me!” The nurse looked at him like he was crazy. “Sir, are you alright? Have you been drinking, sir?” “Ma’am, listen to me. My elbow is going to die!” “Sir, this is not a place to joke around. Do you hear me? There are very sick people here – people with serious emergencies.” “I know. That’s why I’m here! Don’t you hear me? My elbow will die if you don’t help me!” A doctor happened to walk through the door in that moment. “What’s going on here?” he asked. “What seems to be the problem?” “Don’t worry,” the nurse said. “We’ll get security to handle it.” “You’re a doctor! You can help me!” Owen cried out. “My elbow is dying. See? It has a tombstone all ready to go. I need help. I need that elbow!”
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Post by rogerthegiraffe on Sept 27, 2012 17:02:36 GMT -6
After a long day of cuddling Monica discovered that her foot had grown a lamp. She knew that she was extremely tired and her mother said that if she ever skipped school, like she did today, that she would suffer the consequences. But, Monica was not expecting to grow a lamp out of her foot! Every time she would walk, the lamp would turn on or off. She started to freak out and hyperventilate. “Is this permanent? How did this happen?” All these questions and concerned flooded into her brain. She started to walk around and observe her new found extended body part. She poked at it, it was growing from her foot, it was black, and very bright. For a while, she started to ignore it and pretend that it wasn’t there. When that didn’t work she turned to denial. After being in denial she got every angry and tried to saw it off. When that was no help either, she then sat down and started to cry. She figured she didn’t know for how long this would last and should at least try to accept it. Getting ready for bed was annoying and when she tried to take a shower she would get mini electrical shocks from the power in her foot. As she crawled into bed, she was tired, tired of having to deal with that lamp that grew into her foot. But she could not go to sleep with the bright light on and the lamp preventing the blanket from covering her body. Monica decided that she would at least turn off the light; she got up and took exactly as many steps as she needed to turn off the light, and then she jumped in bed. She got under the covers and slept. She slept so well, and when she woke up, she found out that the lamp was no longer there. What had happened to that mysterious lamp, she would never know. But she did know that she would listen to her mom and actually go to school next time. If this was the consequence of skipping school she wanted nothing to do with it. Most annoying night ever. -.-
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