Story Challenge #1 - Emoties Away!!

[LadyC]

This challenge idea comes from Franniek54.

Write a story, 1 to 3 pages, in which you, the author, meet Clay in a comical or embarrassing situation subsituting smilies and emoties in place of some of the words, as shown in the example from Frannie below.

And somewhere in the story Clay must say, "Don't touch me there!" and "Excuse me, but that is MY hot dog, thank you very much!"

 

And remember to keep it PG!! 

Here's my idea.  Write a story substituting smilies for the appropriate words.  Like this:

Today it is 66 degrees in Chicago!  It feels like it is time to start . 
But by tonight it will start to .
And tomorrow the temperature will drop and it will be again.    And by tomorrow night we will have .
Once again it will be January in Chicago and time to .


(This is a true story.  Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. )

Get workin', y'all.  I can't WAIT to see what you do with this!!!!  Of course, I'm gonna play, too.   

[Eurydice]

Alright, so my friends and I were to our jams at the park,  trying to and look  and raise some money. People were  for us.  But then, who of all people should come along but  ! None of us could believe it! THE  was watching and  along to the music. My friends and I are huge  and we were all like 
But then one of us had to 
My best bud  saw  in the front of the crowd and began to subtly  her way towards him. And that's when we saw it... had picked up a hot dog from one of the stands  and was it in such a way that some of us went  But before we could stop her,  took a big  out of his food.
The record scratched and everyone became  . looked at his ruined hot dog, then at , then his hot dog again. "Excuse me," he declared, "but that is MY hot dog, thank you very much!" God, I wanted to take her and  She only made it worse by  and  -ing "I'm so sorry!"
"Don't touch me there!" retorted as calmly as possible. She had -ed him from behind and her arms were a little too low...
I did the only thing I could do... I her out of the way and proposed, "Our made enough money to pay you back in full." He  at  warily so I continued. "Don't worry, she's just some  that wouldn't leave us alone. Why don't we treat you to dinner, Mr. : ?"
"I'd  to, but I need to get back to the theater for  But thanks for the kind word!" Out of everyone else's sight, he slipped a ticket to his in my jacket pocket and  .

[wheelz002000]

I love this story.  Very unique adventure.  Showed a lot of imagination.  Can't wait to read more from you.

[Prissy]

The following story is partly true.  Only a few facts have been changed to make me   ! (Actually, I did have a M&G in Frisco, but most of the rest of the story is wishful thinking!)

July 4, Frisco TX!  it was a day in Texas for more than one reason!  Temperature,  and was in town for a that evening.  I had a M&G  with   and I was going !!!!

More than anything I wanted to play my in the orchestra with Clay.  I had been on the for weeks before the trying to find out how to get in the orchestra, but no luck.    Finally, I decided to take my :violin  and just sneak into the orchestra!

  I knew a couple of the players and they put a and
 on the stage for me.   I had my :violin in the   so after the M&G, I took my :violin and to the "green room" with the rest of the orchestra. A table was set up with lots of food and drinks, but  there was only one   with mustard, relish, and onions and a single can of  .  I was just about to take a bite of the   when all of a sudden appeared and said,  "Excuse me, but that is MY , thank you very much! And my  ."

I said, "I'm so sorry.  Here let me give you a bite."

  said, "Don't touch me there!  Put the   back on the plate! Didn't I just meet you in the M&G?  You are not supposed to be here, are you?"

"Oh yes!  I am part of the orchestra!!" I repLIED!   

"Prove it!  Play that :violin now," he said.

 I tuned my :violin all the time thinking, " let me get in his orchestra!!"

Then I  for and he said:   

My fondest dream came true, and I got to play in the orchestra for   not only in Frisco but also in Houston and Knoxville!! 

:violin    :violin    :violin 

[wheelz002000]

Ok....here goes nothing.

Waiting outside at the back of the , hoping  that would come out and .  I was so hyper that I was 

up and down.  All of a sudden, there stood .  He looked at me and .  I  out and the next I thing heard

was,

"Darling, you ok?"  As I came to, and realizing where I was I started to .  With that cute of his, he  . 

He helped me up.  I was so thankful, I gave him a  .  "Hey, don't touch me there!"   I stepped back, knowing

what I did and wanted to dissappear.  I wanted so bad to  my head into a wall, but I didn't want the headache.

"I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite of food with me?" he asked.  As we made our way down the street, we stopped

at a hotdog vendor.  He ordered two hotdogs, handing them to me so he could pay the vendor.  I didn't know which one was

mine, so I started to  it.  "Excuse me, that is MY hotdog, thank you very much!"  I looked at him and for his

forgiveness.  "It's ok." he said.  "I'm actually in the mood for a cheeseburger."  I looked at him,  and tossed the hotdogs in

the trash.  That cheeseburger tasted a lot better than the hotdog.

[LadyC]

OH. MY. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD!!!!!!!

 


You guys ROCK!  I'm literally laughing so hard I'm freakin' crying!!!!

Keep 'em comin', writers!  This is awesome.

I'll toss my hat into the ring as soon as I stop 

Oh, y'all made my day!!!  Seriously!  THANK YOU!    

[Pamela]

These are GREAT y'all!

I am  and  ...... hee!  Eurydice thanks for getting us off to an excellent start!

Prissy, I will never tire of hearing your M&G story, no matter HOW it's written!!  And wheelz, your story made me crack up....

Good work you guys - keep it up!!

 

[Prissy]

This is fun and I'm enjoying the stories.

I did have a M&G in Frisco.  I did talk to Clay about playing in the orchestra.  I did try for weeks to find out what orchestra was playing  in Frisco; (no set "orchestra" but a lot of independent players, I found out later.)  I did know a violinist and a violist in the Frisco "orchestra.".

But......I didn't play in that orchestra nor did I pursue it in Houston and Knoxville.  These two cities had their own city symphonies, I believe.  Frisco was my best bet!

This animation cracks me up!!

[K-na]

So a friend directed me to this board, and these story chalenges in particular. I've writen allot of fan fiction on CV, so I thought I'd give this a try. This is litererly my first post! Anyway, here goes....

It was a  summer day, and I was bored. There was no  that year, so I got a job selling hot dogs in New York, near  . Clay had decided to extend his stay in the city to record the new CD, but I wasn't expecting to ever see him out and about. Maybe  , but not for real. So what happened that  summer day was a total  .

I was sitting there, wishing I had a  , when a tall young man with the best hair I have ever seen on a guy came by with his   . He was  I must have been staring because he looked at me like I was  "Excuse me, can I have a hot dog please," he asked. All of a sudden, it hit me: I was selling a hot dog to Clay Aiken! I don't know how I managed not to  on the spot.

My hands shaking, I prepared his hotdog. Ketchup, musturd, and a vitamin water. But as I handed it to him, my clumsiess, struck again, as it always does at the most unapropriate times. Before I could do anything, his  went for it. "Excuse me, but that is MY hot dog, thank you very much!" I told him I'd make him a new one, no charge, but just as I said this he let out a  as if he had just seen a  .

"What's wrong," I asked.

"I just got stung by a bee,"  he complained, holding his hand right on the side of  his neck.

"You aren't alergic, are you," I asked, going through the list of known Aiken alergies in my head;  , tree nuts, shell fish.....were bees on that list?

"I don't know, I've never been srung before, good gawd it hurts!"

"There's only one way to help that. Let me get the stinger out," I said, reaching for his stinger with my teeth like I had been taught.

"Don't touch me there," he exclaimed. "Especially not like that."

"It's the only way to do it," I told him.

"Well.....okay," he said, looking like he was about to  "But make it quick." As quickly as I could I grabbed on to his broad shoulders, leaned in, and extracted the stinger, stopping only to get a quick sniff, and I must say, even on that  day, he smelled heavenly!

[franniek54]

GREAT stories everybody!      I'll be posting mine later tonight.


Welcome K-na, wheelz and Eurydice   

[Moonshot]

Love the stories!  Everyone is doing such a great job.

What a unique idea for a story - to use emoties! Thanks franniek!

[K-na]

GREAT stories everybody!      I'll be posting mine later tonight.


Welcome K-na, wheelz and Eurydice   

Thank you!

[aikenseeker]

Oh these stories are all hysterical!

They're so great!

I've been told that I must try my hand at it. Giggle. That might be dangerous!

I shall come back with my attempt!

[franniek54]

                                                   DON’T TOUCH ME WHERE?
                                                               by franniek


Back in July. Angela and I decided to combine a day at Cedar Point with our to Columbus, in order to appease the husbands and sons.  An amusement park is not really our cup of tea, but we’re willing to compromise and strike a deal for

We arrived mid morning. The males dashed to wait in the nearest line, and Angela and I dashed for some breakfast. 

While making our way through the crowds we heard bits of conversations, some excitement voiced by the , some words starting with CL, lots of words starting with J, and an M, an A, and a Q!!!!!  Hearing that Q made the pieces all fit together-- was in the park!!!

Not wanting to appear obnoxious, we kept our cool.  We would go about our business, get our breakfast, and casually  to  if our paths should cross.

We decided that the best place to look for a breakfast food stand would be, of course, at the complete opposite end of the park; and if we just happened to see on our way there, well it was fate!  Kizmet!  And who are we to in the face of Destiny?

So, off we go, me scanning to the left, Angela scanning to the right—for breakfast!   That’s right, breakfast.   Well, we didn’t find any “breakfast”, so when our feet got tired we sat down in front of a hot dog stand called SAM’S.

“Let’s just get a .” I said.

“Let’s do.” agreed Angela.

They had red hots, white hots, Viennas, and sausages.  They had chili dogs, corn dogs, cheese dogs, and slaw dogs.  They had Chicago dogs, Coney Island dogs, Michigan dogs and Tijuana dogs.

I was starting to get  and studying that menu, so when I heard a man to my right order, “a hot dog with no bun, please” I decided to do the same.

I had to quickly come up with some to pay Sam, the hot dog man, so I started rooting around in my .

While looking down, an inspirational sight entered my field of vision.  I could only see the jeans at this point but there was no mistaking it was a man.  And a man most generously blessed.

My mind was in a haze, when I heard Sam shout, “Dog, no bun!” and being unable to break my gaze, I blindly lifted my hand up to grab it.

“Excuse me, that is MY , thank you very much.”

“Most impressive,”  I mumbled, still looking down and mesmerized.

“What?”

With that I looked up, only to see the object of my affection—--staring back at me.

“Uh....I’m sorry!”  I stammered, as my were magnetically drawn to his. “I reached for your dog by mistake.”

“That’s what she said!”  Angela friskily chimed in.
 
“Yeah, that’s what they all say.” chuckled to himself.

 Sam rolled his and yelled again, “Another dog, no bun” referring to my order this time.

I was reaching deep into my for when Clay snarked “Where's your bun?”

“Huh?”

“Your bun?”  he said with a frell.  Then I reached deeper still, being dumbfounded and stunned.


Robotically I answered, “I don’t do carbs.”



Together, the three of us walked to the condiment table.

I offered him the .  “Never use it.” he said.

Angela offered him the   “Don’t like it.” he said

The relish?  “Allergic.”
 
The onions?  “Heartburn.”

“You mean you’re refusing everything we offer you?”

I must darlins, I must.” He said with a  .

“So you like your hotdog nekkid then.”  Angela surmised.

“Come check it out in Capland Park next Friday while I jog.  HA!” 

“And so, where is YOUR bun?”  Coyly, I asked.

“Some things a man can’t reveal.  You’d be ”reachin” for that “by mistake” too, if I told ya.”

“Trust me Clay.  There’ll be NO mistakes made if I ever find your bun.”

He reached for the napkin holder, pulled one out, and dabbed at my chin. “You’re starting to drool honey.” 
Then Angela and I did the same for him.

Shakily Clay spoke up, “You know, Jerome gave me a mantra for times like this. I’m supposed to repeat, “Don’t touch me there!.  Don’t touch me there!  Don’t touch me there!  Don’t touch me there!….”

                                                     
                                      THE END

[K-na]

That was the best! 

[LadyC]

  ROFL 

Y'all are KILLIN' me!!!!

I'll be back later with my entry.

And tomorrow, a new challenge, too!  I'm thinking every Saturday would be good for new challenges.

Of course, you can respond to old challenges any time as well.   

[stilldreaming]

Fran.... that's the most beautiful thing I've ever read.        

And I'll never look at a hotdog the same way again! 

   

[ILClaymate]

Great stories everyone!!!  You are all very talented....I wish I was more creative in that area but nada!

Franniek ~ what a witty sidekick you have.    Nice job!   

[franniek54]

Fran.... that's the most beautiful thing I've ever read.         

And I'll never look at a hotdog the same way again! 

I'm glad you were so moved Cindy! So you'll never look at a hot dog with disrespect ever again! And probably never jog with one either!

Franniek ~ what a witty sidekick you have.

Don't I tho?  My sidekick only needs a little encouragement to come out of her shell.