APRIL 21, 2009
UNITED FRIENDS CHALLENGE
NUMBER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN...
WHOA!
I AM DEFINITELY
NOT IN ARKANSAS ANYMORE!
Skyerider's Challenge
This is an exercise in first person POV (point of view). Write the story completely through the character's eyes. You MAY NOT jump to anyone else's point of view. Here's the scenario and the first paragraph to get you started...
You wake up in a strange room. In your story have your main character discover WHERE he/she is, WHY he/she's there, and HOW he/she got there. If you write a time travel story or an alternate dimension story, also have him/her discover WHEN he/she is. Remember, it's all written from his/her point of view.
"I woke up to the smell of frying bacon. My first realization of the day was that I was starving! Groaning, I rolled over without opening my eyes and felt for my watch on my nightstand to see what time it was. Except there was no nightstand! I sat up quickly. This wasn't my room! What was going on? Where was I?"
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"I woke up to the smell of frying bacon. My first realization of the day was that I was starving! Groaning, I rolled over without opening my eyes and felt for my watch on my nightstand to see what time it was. Except there was no nightstand! I sat up quickly. This wasn't my room! What was going on?
Where was I?"
"Okay Terri, don't lose what little sanity you have left here." I thought, with only one jump in blood pressure and blurring of vision. My thought pattern cleared somewhat and I decided to shut my eyes again and think of nothing .. nothing at all and then open them up slowly this time. Okay, this is good.. things are not weird now.. they are just black.. wait what are those stripes of flashing light I see..
OMG!
ITS ALIENS ..
I HAVE BEEN ABDUCTED BY ALIENS!
OMG! OMG!...
O..M... G... !!!!!!
Woman get a big hold on yourself now! Okay, just relax your eyeballs a bit... whew!.. I got to remember, for future reference.
"Do not scrunch up your eyes really tight.. you see bars of flashing light when you do that."
"Okay... take it slow now.. crack one eye open just a bit... now the other... now both of them really fast!"
My thoughts on my surroundings got a bit more stable when I realized I was lying on a rather large air mattress with a clean sheet on it, and the bacon smell was just lovely! The connection between bacon and maybe gravy, even a biscuit maybe occurred to me.
This place might not be so bad, but it was not where I should be at all.
"Let me see.. what was the last thing I remember?"
humm...
Then I heard a sound, sort of like something being dragged along a cement sidewalk... it was getting closer whatever it was!
"OMG! OMG! OMG! ..."
Then all got quiet... except the room got rather warm, rather quickly... I opened one eye a slit..
and......
"OMG! OMG! OMG!
ITS A SNAKE.!
IT IS A FREAKING SNAKE.!
WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE A SNAKE.!
I HATE SNAKES! "
Then this really amused voice, which sounded like a young man said, " Terri, you can open your eyes, I am in not in any kind of mood to roast, toast, or BBQ right now... Vinnie almost has breakfast ready. Are you hungry?"
I opened my eyes and what the heck?
I recognized the being sticking its snout around the door sill ...
"Flask?"
A puff of smoke blew smoke rings from his nose and he chuckled, " One and the same, long time no see friend!" The smoke rings grew larger as he chuckled and I thought for a minute that I was surely just on another one of those flash backs they talk about if you mix cold medicines. .. but I wasn't sick..
Was I?
I tried to smile a confident smile at the very large lizard who was probably the reason the surgeon general put those warnings on cigarette packages.. and said,
" Sure I am always hungry, I will be right out!"
I attempted to actually say all that without stuttering, and it worked apparently, because he puffed a couple more smoke rings at me and started to back up. His head was the only thing, small enough to get into the doorway.
I sat up straight in the bed and realized, somehow, someway, for some as of yet unknown reason, I had been placed into one of Vinnie's books.
So in keeping with the fact that Vinnie is my friend, and I had been the one to give her the dragon egg that turned into Flask.. maybe she would not let him eat me instead of the bacon.
So my confidence bolstered a bit, I managed to get out of bed and then I realized, I had on my nightgown.
Boy, Vinnie you got some explaining to do woman..
cause this just ain't right now!
I stopped on that thought for a second,
" What if she had no idea how I had gotten here?"
" What if I have to stay here?"
" I still have so much work to do on the remodeling of the house, the garden needs hoed out, and Homer will starve to death if I am not there to cook for him!"
I took another couple of minutes to let that kind of soak in to my consciousness.. and then I grinned...
"Maybe I could squeeze in a couple weeks vacation here on Shree or Lanka, or where ever this particular episode was located."
I stopped and thought on that one more than a couple seconds and decided..
Maybe .. I wouldn't even ask!
With a skip to my step. I traveled down the hall. following my nose to the bacon.
And there was my buddy Vinnie,
just taking those biscuits out of the oven..
umm umm ummm..
I think I like being lost in space!
Over eating a fantastic breakfast Vinnie gave me the downlow or the lowdown, depending on which dictionary you favor, on what had happened.
Apparently, Vinnie and Flask had been listening to me over the almost four years now.. saying I was going to get busy on the house and move in to it... and being the intelligent woman and reptile duo, they decided to give me a little break before they took me back to the world of...
YUCK!
reality....
They contacted Homer, and he knew that I would not get out of my computer chair long enough to actually go visit a friend, so they hatched the plot to whisk me away in the night.
This being possible without me being wiser for it..
.Because
Homer had doctored my Coca Cola
with Nyquil...
This would have to be discussed at length once I arrived home.. but for the next two weeks, I have my very own hot tub maker at my service and the company of one
of the finest friends I have ever had.
I think I like being a story book character...
The food is simply wonderful!
Flask can BBQ like nobody else in the world!
The End
Terri McCain/lockerridge
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