Come away with me for tales of adventure and crazy neighbours (part 1)
In a continued bid to avoid dealing with the real world, I'm now writing a story.
The inspiration came from an MSN conversation held on a cold night in early November. Two people, let us call them person A and person K, were musing on the merits of having crazy neighbours. Person A said "ok, but i love the idea of having a crazy neighbour." The reply "ok, then run with it" set off a terrifying chain of events. This is their story:
In the rolling hill country of Ohio there lived a woman, Crazy Anne was her name, and it was well deserved. Crazy Anne lived in a shack by the River Warnock, it was a place of great beauty where otters frolicked and assorted small mammals lived out lives of peace.
For as long as anyone could remember Crazy Anne had lived in that shack, with a huge collection of stray cats as her only company. Nobody knew how she came by these cats, living in the middle of nowhere as she did, nor did they know why she made figures of men from old Cadbury wrappers. These things simply added to her mystery, and the locals were afraid to ask her, for they feared what her answers might be. Rumour had it that in her youth she was a geek, a carnival performer whose show consisted of bizarre acts, such as biting the head off a live chicken.
Crazy Anne would probably have lived out the rest of her days in that shack, but for a hugely improbable chain of events, one that would ultimately lead her out of Ohio and into a European adventure. This is an illustration of chaos theory, and it all began with a stray firework on the 4th July 2002...
Ok, that's all I've got so far, I need ideas, inspiration, adventures. That is actually one of the dictionary definitions of geek, words are wonderful things.
posted by Andy @ 5:20 PM
9 comments
9 Comments:
Crazy Anne could meet Psycho Bill, and either hate him in an intense competitive rivalary, or if you're feeling a little romatic-ky they might fall for each other.
Your call, lol :)
there is a flaw in your story.
we only have cadbury creme eggs.
it would be very hard for crazy anne to make people out of cadbury wrappers unless someone was shipping something to her from a little country i like to call....anglo-land.
ooooh no! i found plain normal cadbury bars at the drug store the other day! we only get the chocolate bars... no other branches of cadbury like double deliciousy deckers.. but at least we have it throughout the year and not just when egg time roles around. so anne could use the purple wrappers of the plain chocolate bars.. lots and lots of purple... does that go with the weird tee shirts old ladies wear that say "when i am an old woman i shall wear purple"? you guys know what i am talking about right?
sick. i hate purple. when i am an old woman i shall not wear purple.
apparently down in hudson, ohio you can find cadbury, but it's not too common in GR. although i can't really say i've gone looking for it either. christy, what did purple ever do to you to deserve you swearing it off in your older years? i think you'd look lovely at 75 in a bright purple jumper.
YUCK.
i don't ash.
the britster vetoes the purple jumper.
Squirrels.
i suppose there are worse things than wearing purple...like biting off heads of live chickens for example.
Ok Andy when is part 2 coming out? I am anxious to know what happens next.
What's wrong with purple? It's a cool colour.I'm not saying you should wear an all purple outfit or anything but there's nothing wrong with a purple t-shirt or purple socks.(worn separately)
yay! more stories!
what's up with purple?
and why do we have to wait till we're old to wear it??
Ideas:
the stray firework sets fire to the dairy milk wrappers
or: her mystery english friend (from whence she gets the wrappers)
gets hit by a firework and so she has to find a new source of wrappers...
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