tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post6171963576890285820..comments2024-03-15T09:26:02.796-05:00Comments on PROJECT MAYHEM: "Weird Crap"...A Chain StoryProject Mayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05154342399869089664noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-55142607423031501282012-08-02T12:02:59.542-05:002012-08-02T12:02:59.542-05:00Comments closed, story is final. Posting final sto...Comments closed, story is final. Posting final story in separate post now. Thanks for playing, everyone.Mike Winchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11771482167997501541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-69044998583244699362012-07-27T07:03:12.810-05:002012-07-27T07:03:12.810-05:00Me too. Thanks everyone for contributing, and more...Me too. Thanks everyone for contributing, and more are welcome to keep it going.Mike Winchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11771482167997501541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-89110743736950930062012-07-26T21:42:30.544-05:002012-07-26T21:42:30.544-05:00I love where this story has gone!I love where this story has gone!Connie B. Dowellhttp://www.bookechoes.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-48698617329393070722012-07-26T21:24:35.953-05:002012-07-26T21:24:35.953-05:00A twist I didn't see coming. Good stuff. Thank...A twist I didn't see coming. Good stuff. Thanks, Z.Mike Winchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11771482167997501541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-7122202780124960302012-07-26T20:55:53.595-05:002012-07-26T20:55:53.595-05:00Mrs. Turntruck looked much the way you'd expec...Mrs. Turntruck looked much the way you'd expect her to. Big, blocky and determined. She thumped towards Spill with a look on her face that suggested it would've been better off to take what he had coming to him from Sam and Nick. He moaned and it came out sounding strange. Deep. Guttural. Like a real zombie. What happened next wasn't exactly what Spill thought was going to happen.<br /><br />Turntruck turned and trucked, grabbing up the little girl by the waist of her pants and screaming "ZOMBIE!"<br /><br />Now Spill had no idea that Mrs. Turntruck had just read the hot novel about the zombie apocalypse. He had no idea that Turntruck had a "thing" about zombies. And when the school resource officer came charging out of the building, he moaned again. This wasn't the way this was supposed to go.John Zeleznikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10301257444191880316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-4038282169848511192012-07-26T19:59:35.209-05:002012-07-26T19:59:35.209-05:00PMM, another great addition. Steve Jobs, zombies, ...PMM, another great addition. Steve Jobs, zombies, and a teacher named Tuntruck? Can't go wrong with that. Thanks.Mike Winchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11771482167997501541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-52870701102800375952012-07-26T19:22:27.577-05:002012-07-26T19:22:27.577-05:00LOL! #awesome Love the Steve Jobs reference. :)LOL! #awesome Love the Steve Jobs reference. :)Susan Kaye Quinnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07348197999397141067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-4538484190469414952012-07-26T19:09:56.780-05:002012-07-26T19:09:56.780-05:00There were only two reasons to wear a turtleneck, ...There were only two reasons to wear a turtleneck, and Spill was counting on his mom not wanting to embarrass either of them by asking if he had a hickey or if he'd been invited to a poetry reading. But when she glanced up from the pan of scrambled eggs and her lips started to part, Spill said, "It's for school. I'm giving a report on Steve Jobs. We get extra credit for dressing like our topic."<br /><br />Mom dropped him off at Cadbury Academy for the Overprotected twenty minutes later. Sam and Nick were waiting for him by the monkey bar dome, which Spill always thought looked like a futuristic prison cell. They wore camouflage. Spill saw them anyway. Well, time for the show.<br /><br />Spill moaned in the deepest, most guttural way he could and tore at his turtleneck as if it were choking him (which it was, of course). He ripped it over his head and snapped into zombie mode. Dragging his left leg behind him, he lurched across the blacktop. A kindergarten girl screeched as Spill lunged for her. Spill growled and allowed a thin line of drool to slip from his mouth as he advanced toward Nick and Sam. Little kids scattered out of his way, terrified.<br /><br />A whistle blew. Mrs. Tuntruck had spotted him. Crap.Paul Michael Murphyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17318098111985714443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-20140805100690542572012-07-26T18:13:10.087-05:002012-07-26T18:13:10.087-05:00Susan, great addition. Love it! Thanks a bunch.Susan, great addition. Love it! Thanks a bunch.Mike Winchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11771482167997501541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-82093568026770740902012-07-26T17:43:09.589-05:002012-07-26T17:43:09.589-05:00The next morning, he carefully applied the junk to...The next morning, he carefully applied the junk to his neck: a thin layer of tacky glue, some awful, yellow eye-makeup and concealer he stole from his drama queen sister's room, and a squirt of fake blood he'd found in the basement. He smudged it around until it looked just right, all gory and awesome. Spill admired his handiwork in the mirror for a while.<br /><br />Total zombie bite.<br /><br />He carefully covered it up with a black turtleneck his gram had bought him last year. Like that wouldn't be noticed in April!<br /><br />His mom called out <i>Breakfast's ready</i>, and he grinned all the way downstairs.Susan Kaye Quinnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07348197999397141067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-78004476997930521362012-07-26T16:49:49.075-05:002012-07-26T16:49:49.075-05:00Nice. Now we need someone to hop in there and tell...Nice. Now we need someone to hop in there and tell us what part he is going to play. Thanks, Connie.Mike Winchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11771482167997501541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-6755077653504397982012-07-26T15:21:41.319-05:002012-07-26T15:21:41.319-05:00All night poor Spill thought and thought. He paced...All night poor Spill thought and thought. He paced his room. He turned the ceiling fan on, then off again. It didn't help. Finally, at two in the morning, just as he managed to close his eyes to sleep, he had it. No need for playing sick, nor getting his butt kicked either. It would be easy... that is if he could play the part convincingly.Connie B. Dowellhttp://bookechoes.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-25889535880421873442012-07-26T11:26:30.810-05:002012-07-26T11:26:30.810-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Mike Winchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11771482167997501541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-52346084992494061412012-07-26T11:25:27.005-05:002012-07-26T11:25:27.005-05:00I'm sure it's an absolute blast.I'm sure it's an absolute blast.Matthew MacNishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03264738483763244969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-32154003834921280472012-07-26T11:24:47.853-05:002012-07-26T11:24:47.853-05:00And an awesome followup to Matt's paragraph. T...And an awesome followup to Matt's paragraph. Thanks, Hil.<br /><br />I know it is putting yourself out there, so I understand hesitancy, but yours and Matt's paragraphs show how fun the activity is...imagine how cool it is with 8th graders.Mike Winchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11771482167997501541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-14893607200480049212012-07-26T11:21:56.316-05:002012-07-26T11:21:56.316-05:00Awesome addition. Totally falls in line with the b...Awesome addition. Totally falls in line with the beginning. Thanks for playing, Matt.Mike Winchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11771482167997501541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-58772719258852851042012-07-26T11:21:31.676-05:002012-07-26T11:21:31.676-05:00How could he waylay such an event? Play sick, fall...How could he waylay such an event? Play sick, fall to the ground moaning? No, they wouldn’t buy that, but taking his punishment like a man didn’t seem like a wise option either. After all, he liked breathing too much.Hilary Wagnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18199287020561210673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-89432596229334989852012-07-26T11:20:29.211-05:002012-07-26T11:20:29.211-05:00That's ok. I understand. Thanks for responding...That's ok. I understand. Thanks for responding, though.Mike Winchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11771482167997501541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-91547196576137612902012-07-26T11:18:00.494-05:002012-07-26T11:18:00.494-05:00In fact, the Kitt, and the fan for that matter, mi...In fact, the Kitt, and the fan for that matter, might not be the only things getting hit. Spill was confident, certain even, that Nick, or Sam, or Nick and Sam, would probably corner him outside, and a circle of kids chanting "fight," would gather faster than a fan spinning at "super speed."Matthew MacNishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03264738483763244969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173408054965817352.post-40840604200001829292012-07-26T11:10:05.230-05:002012-07-26T11:10:05.230-05:00Wow, my brain must be shot this week! I can't ...Wow, my brain must be shot this week! I can't think of anything good to continue this story with, though I do want to know about our friend Spill!Tammy Barbernoreply@blogger.com