Three Part Stories: Bobby’s Startling Day

Bobby Blake was the smartest kid in the 3rd grade. He had even memorized all the works of Shakespeare. One day, the school bully cornered him on the playground.

 

“Get away from me!!!”, Bobby creamed. He closed his eyes and started flailing wildly, punching at the air. He felt his fist hit something, something soft…

 

Then, suddenly, a huge eagle swooped down and snatched him up in it’s sharp talons. Before he could even scream, they were soaring high in the air, The ground looked like a tiny moving picture far, far below. He screamed and the eagle screamed back. He knew he was finished. But then the eagle dropped back to the ground and set him down gently.

Three Part Story: The Flibbergibbet Affair

John Porktos was furious. After 40 years of successful business management, the CEO of Fester and Fester Insurance Company was kicking him to the streets. He crumpled the release notices and threw it at the door just as it opened.

 

For a moment, he stared blankly at the figure standing in the doorway. The massive white wig and festive floofy outfit looked vaguely familiar. Then he realized where he knew the man from. He was in a painting at the museum across the parking lot.

“Excuse me,” the painting-man said in a squeaky voice “do you happen to happen to have a flibbergibbet?”

John blinked. “Um… maybe…” he thought for a moment and opened a desk drawer. He pulled out a stapler and handed it to the painting-man. “Here.”

“Congratulathankifications!” The painting-man said, “Come to out party.”

So he did.

 

“Dong, Dong, Dong!!” The big clock struck 4am. The party was over. Everyone scrambled back to their own frames. Except for the little blue boy. Nobody noticed him sneaking out the door of the museum.

Three Part Story: Francis Hamster and the Fuzzy People

Once upon a time there was a hamster named Francis . Francis loved to eat cheese and toast sandwiches. One day he ran out of cheese and was very sad. He sat down and cried for a few minutes, he was walking down the street sniffing the air in the hopes of finding some cheese.,

when he suddenly fell into a small hole. Plunging nearly 100 feet into the sewer pipes, Francis splashed and swam desperately for his life. A moment later, the pipes gushed out into a waterfall. As he climbed out, Francis found that he was in a huge chamber full of buildings and small fuzzy people. “Hello!” a fuzzy person said, holding out a hand to help him up.”I’m Carrie! How did you find our secret kingdom?”

“I was just looking for cheese and…”

“Cheese?!”

“Uh, yes, cheese.”

“There’s cheese in the world again?”

“Uh, yes, there’s lot’s of cheese in the world.” Carrie stared at him.

“There hasn’t been cheese in our world for 300 years.” Carrie turned and waved her hands to the city below her. “Everyone! There is cheese in the overworld!”

The word passed from one to another with shouts of elation, and within a day, the town had migrated to the overworld.

And thus ended the generation of the Fuzzy People. “Wow,” Carrie said, “That was an amazing era, but I’m glad it’s over!”

Three Part Story: The Car Demon

I’ve mentioned the three part story game before, well we played the game the other day, and I thought it would be fun to publish the results:

Ranaldo stepped out the front door and smiled. The glimmer of sunlight that sparkled off of his cherry red 1957 convertible Corvette dazzled his eyes. They joy that filled his heart at the sight of it overwhelmed him. As he gazed whimsically at it, he suddenly realized that someone was in the car. There was movement and he could hear a sort of a growling sound.

“Hey! What are you doing?” The growling suddenly stopped. Whoever was in his car looked up at Ralado. As he stared at the yellow eyes and furry face, he felt faint. The creature jabbed a hoof?!? at the dashboard.

“He’s stunned, but he’s liable to revive any moment,” The centaur stepped out of the car and Ranaldo fell to the ground. The car’s engine suddenly roared to life. Acting on instinct, the centaur unsheathed his sword. Barreling toward the car, he kicked the from of it, causing the hood to pop open. He stabbed the radiator with his sword.

“Big mistake!” Ecalibre moaned. The centaur didn’t respond, but continued stabbing various cars parts.

The centaur raised Ecalibre with the point of the sword to the sky and shouted, “To the Knights of the Twilight! May they live forever!”

Game: Three Part Story

Here we go. I’m going to give you a random story beginning, and a random story end. Your job is to fill in the middle to make it into one story.

Gordy Hartfoot sat in the rickety old bench, overlooking the grain fields across his 14 acres of golden farmlands, wondering where the years had gone, when he saw a movement in a bush just a few feet from the porch.

“What in tarnation?” he said, standing up with shaky hands against his chair.

He rubbed his eyes as something large burst from the bush. He rubbed at his cataract-filled eyes and looked again.

There, standing at the foot of his porch, was the largest rodent Gordy had ever seen…

 

YOUR MIDDLE HERE

 

…Deedra opened the satchel and pulled out the glowing blue vial, holding it out for the monster to see.

“It’s too late, Corandar!” she shouted, “The Guild Wars are OVER!”

Then the cast the vial at the feet of the massive beast. With an explosion of blue smoke billowing from the broken vial, a gust of wind began swirling around the beast.

With a cry of agony and desperation, the monster screeched a horrific roar that echoed into the night, drowned out only by the roaring of the whirling typhoon, as it lifted Corandar out of the water, tearing him to shreds and casting the particles for miles over the surface of the sea.

“Come on, Borameer,” Deedra said as the winds calmed. “Let’s go home.”


Okay, now see if you can make these into one story. Write a middle in the comments. Have fun!

Sure beats P90X

Every time my extended family starts getting into something, I start taking interest in it, too. For example, a couple years ago my brother started a blog, and before long, we all jumped on the bandwagon. Singing was the same way. My dad started taking singing lessons years ago, and we all started singing around the house. Soon we were all singing in talent shows and anywhere we could.

Now it’s exercise. Everyone’s got a different kind, but we’re all exercising.

But I’m not sure most people understand mine.

Of course, if I wasn’t doing it, I’m sure I wouldn’t take it seriously either. Come to think of it, I don’t take it very serious now – one things for sure, it’s a good work out.

So what’s my exercise?

Line dancing! That’s right – the Boot Scootin’ Boogie, Electric Slide, Macarena – you name it! Remember the good old days when it was actually kind of cool, say in jr. high, for example, to know all the moves when Cotton-Eyed Joe comes on? And remember how there were always those dorky kids that could never seem to get the moves down before the song was over? Yeah, see that was me.

No longer.

Now, I’m like king of the… well… living room floor. I can flawlessly bust out the Tush Push, Macarena (we found a Spanish only version of the song), Achy-Breaky Heart, Celtic Slide, Electric Slide, Boot Scoot, Charleston, Cotton-Eyed Joe, Slappin’ Leather, and the newest addition, the Heian Shodan – which, I should add, is not actually a line dance, but a martial art exercise that works great with “Everybody was Kung-Fu Fighting.” (I saw a random video of some guys doing it at a wedding dance, and knew I had to learn it for that very purpose) And those don’t include our original choreographed line dance for Foot Loose, and the improvised dances we do with The River Sings (Enya) and Fireflies. Actually, Jenni and I have been doing it together, and learning and coming up with dances together. With Fireflies, we tear up grocery bags into big long streamers and dance around swinging them everywhere trying to keep them from touching the ground. With the Enya one, we do a simple running around dance that’s simple enough for the kids to do with us.

My favorite, and the one that’s a horribly painful workout is the Charleston – though I’m not sure our Charleston is the real Charleston, since it doesn’t look like the one in the Youtube videos. Someone suggested it might be the Lindy Hop, but those videos looked as different as the Charleston, so I don’t know what our dance really is.

Anyway, I never realized how incredibly FUN line dances are! I always enjoyed them as a teenager, but I didn’t know how to do them. Of course, they didn’t have Youtube to teach you back then. Now you can learn aaaaannnnyyything on Youtube. Plus you can find all the tunes on Playlist.com.

So if you ever drive by our place on a random evening, and the lights are on, listen carefully, you might hear, “Heeeey, Macarena!”

Party Game: Three Part Stories

One of my family’s major hobbies is inventing games.  This is a party game we came up with called Three Part Stories.  It’s one of those games that guarantees some great laughs, and takes a little bit of creativity.

If you’ve ever done chain stories, where one starts a story, and then the next person continues it, and so forth, then you have GOT to try the story game.  It is hilarious to the extreme!


If you cannot see the video, you can watch in on Youtube.

Now for the fun part:  Here are the finished stories: Continue reading Party Game: Three Part Stories

The Book of Jer3miah

Okay, so I’m not really the media review type.  But I came across something rather unique this week that Jenni and I have had a lot of fun with.  It’s a mystery, really, something akin to an LDS National Treasure.  There are seven videos so far – actually there should be an eighth episode within a few hours, and a new one each week.

But you can’t take the videos at face-value.  There is a whole sleuthing process taking place behind the lines by people all over the Internet.  If you only watch the videos, you’ll miss most of the clues.  The whole thing is based at BYU, so many of the clues are being found there, but it’s certainly not limited to BYU students.  Much of the mystery can be researched on the Internet.

As I understand it, the whole thing started with a BYU film class who wanted to take a different approach to film and mystery.  I’d say they’ve done a great job so far.

If you like mysteries, consiracy theories, or symbology, you might really enjoy getting in on the community and helping solve the mystery.  Jenni and I started, and we’re hooked.

Here a link to where you can watch the videos:

http://www.jer3miah.com/

and here’s a link to where you can participate in the discussions:

http://thedavenportpapers.ning.com/

Any other links you find on either of those websites will lead you to clues, and you can use Facebook, Google searches, and library research to learn details that will help.

Happy Sleuthing!

Get in the Game!

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The rise of professional sports has led many to the misconception that the best way to get exercise while having fun is to play an organized sport. But there are literally hundreds of outdoor games that are so active and exciting that players don’t realize what an incredible workout they are getting. And don’t assume that these games are only for kids – they can be much more fun for teens and adults.

Many have heard of dodge-ball, where players try to pummel each other with a firm Nerf ball (or a rolled up pair of socks) across two sides of a yard, but there are many variations of this game that can make for many hours of activity. For example, play freeze-tag, where one person is it, and tries to touch the other players. Instead of having to touch them, however, have the person who is “it” throw a ball at the other players. This can be less frustrating for the person who is it, and gives the other players more challenge. When a player is hit, they are stuck until another player touches them free. This variation works best with 4 to 6 players. With larger numbers, consider having more than one person be “it” at a time.

Another dodge-ball variation: line up two players at a time and give each player a ball. At the shout of “Go!” have the two duel. Any limb that gets hit becomes useless. If a player gets hit anywhere in the torso, that player loses the duel, and the next in line challenges the champion. Players end up hopping and rolling around the yard, sometimes throwing with their non-dominant hand. A dueler may only touch their own ball during the game. If there are more than a few players waiting in line, you may want to have players go up in teams of two or three at a time.

In all dodge-ball games, make sure all players know that hitting the head or face never qualifies as a hit. That rule tends to protect eyes, ears, and noses.

If you want some chaos, try three-way tag. This is played with only three players. Player 1 chases player 2, player 2 chases player 3, and player 3 chases player 1. To make it a little more interesting, try 4 players. With 4 players, player 1 and 3 can stick together while player 2 and 4 team up to protect each other. Once everyone has established in their minds who is after who, this game is a riot. It works well, and only occasionally leads to a big train of people running in circles around the house.

The secret to all outdoor games is to really get into them while you are playing. Play as if your life depends on it, and by the time the game is through, you’ll have run miles without even realizing it.