Hello friends,
I trust all of you have settled smoothly into 2012. I spent a nice quiet New Year’s Eve with my sweet husband and three spoiled dogs. But my blog today isn’t about how I spent my New Year’s Eve. I have decided to do something fun for 2012 and I hope you will join me. I have decided to have an Addventure. Yes, I meant to spell it that way. Let me explain.
An Addventure is interactive fiction or collaboration between many people in the creation of a piece of fiction. I thought it would be fun for us to write a story together. I will start the story and then anyone can jump in and add to it. Add as much or as little as you like. Take the story in any direction you like. Let’s build a story that will be interesting and keep people wanting to read and add to it.
I titled the story, The Mysterious O’Malley Brothers, but that can be changed as the story progresses. If you would like to participate, just add to the story through the comments. The next person will add to the story based on the comments before theirs. It will be easy and hopefully lots of fun. Come back often to read the new additions and to add more.
Click on The Mysterious O’Malley Brothers link below to open the story.
Let’s see where this Addventure takes us. Happy Writing!
Tami
The Mysterious OMalley Brothers
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In another part of the city, Carson’s youngest brother looked at his reflection in the mirror as he combed his hair. In the bed behind him slept a woman of indeterminate age yet of hard beauty. Her chestnut hair swirled around her nudity as she slept. Picking up his wallet and keys, Winslow O’Malley turned and quietly left the hotel room. He navigated the dimly lit hallway, punched the button for the elevator, and entered the car when it arrived. Down in the lobby, he passed an envelope to another man who entered the elevator as he was leaving.
There! His work for tonight was done. Now to check in with his brothers, throw back a drink or two, and finally meet his fiancee for breakfast before he could call it a night.
Out on the sidewalk, he hailed a cab. As the car pulled up, he scrutinized the driver: indeterminate age, definitely a foreign national. Hmm, something not quite right, Winslow’s gut told him. And if there was anything that Winslow O’Malley trusted, it was his gut feelings. He patted his jacket as though looking for something then motioned to the cab driver that he had changed his mind. The driver waved him forward and rolled down the window.
“Where to?”
“I’ve changed my mind. I think I’ll walk. Thanks all the same.”
“It’s best if you get in.” The driver was holding a gun with silencer and pointing it at Winslow.
“Perhaps a lift is advisable.”
Winslow moved cautiously as he opened the rear door and slid inside the cab. The driver immediately clicked the locks on the doors, giving Winslow a momentary feeling of panic; but that settled down as he began to notice details of things around him. He was trying to formulate an escape plan when he felt a piece of cloth placed over his face. There was some sort of chemical on the cloth. As he began to lose consciousness, his final thought was, “I’ve got to get out of the spy game.”
Although I’m not a writer, I will seriously consider adding my two cents if I can come up with it. Very interesting way to write.
I used to do this verbally with Lauren & Katie occasionally when homeschooling. It was always fun but of course on a much more elementary level.
Thanks for letting us join in.
You should give it a shot! It will be fun. I can’t wait to see what people add. Get your write-on, girl!
Fun! It’s like a Round Robin. Here’s my contribution:
The Dug Out’s dim lighting made Ogden O’Malley squint to see if he recognized any of the patrons. He wondered if the pretty redhead he had seen earlier was still amongst the crowd. He had joined his brothers for a round of Guinness when he spotted her all alone, sipping a fancy, tall drink. Her eyes followed him as he walked by. Once his brothers left, Ogden searched the room. Two couples now occupied the booth where she sat earlier. “Oh well, wasn’t meant to be.”
His mind wandered back to his brothers. The discussion started with Carson teasing him about being a rock star. “When are you going to get a haircut? It’s touching your shoulders, for Pete’s sake.” He brushed aside Carson’s remark; after all, he kept his hair short being fresh out of prison. Ogden felt his hair length distinguished his looks from his brothers. Each one held a strong resemblance to their Irish father. Ogden decided, if his hair were any shorter, he’d look like Winslow’s twin. Last thing he wanted was to resemble Winslow for he lived a dangerous life.
“You’re the one who wanted to see us, Carson.” Ogden refilled his mug and placed the pitcher of beer in the center of the table. He took a gulp before he spoke again. “What’s up?”
“Just wanted to bond with my brothers.”
Ogden lightened up after four beers. He watched Carson down several shots of Whiskey with a beer chaser.
Denver acted as though he wished he were someplace else. He stood and said, “I’d best leave. We’ll have to do this again.”
Left alone with Carson, Ogden counted the empty shot glasses in front of him. “Hand me your keys. You’re in no condition to drive.”
“I’m not. I’m walking.” Carson pushed away from the table and grabbed his wallet. He threw down two $20s. “It was great seeing you, Double O.”
A smile lit Ogden’s face. The nickname for his initials: O. O. brought back childhood memories he had cherished. “You too, big brother. Stay out of trouble.”
Someone sliding into the chair next to Ogden pulled him from his reverie. The redhead flipped him a flirty smile. “May I join you?”
This woman reeked danger, yet Ogden longed for a challenge. “Seems you already have. Can I buy you a drink?”
“Sorry, no. I’m here to deliver a message. One of you O’Malley brothers will die before the end of the week.”
Ogden tried to stand but his legs faltered and he plopped back onto the chair. The vixen’s bitter words floored him. He found it difficult to breathe as though she had strung a noose around his neck. Before he realized it, she had slipped away. His hands gripped the edge of table. Ogden had to warn his brothers. But, warn them of what? He had no clue whom she was or who asked her to deliver the threat.
Outstanding! Someone better pick this up fast because I can’t wait to find out what happens next! Excellent job!
I was planning to add to the story, so re-read the entries and I messed up by having Winslow at the Dug Out when Marion had him heading there, but got abducted. Oops. Not sure how to correct that as I cannot edit it.
Wow, I am hooked. This is really good! Please keep it going.
I know what you mean! I can’t wait for someone to add to the story. The suspense is killing me.
Denver O’Malley wished he could have spent some quality time with his brothers at the Dug Out. Wondering why his younger brother hadn’t showed, Denver cut out early. Outside, he sent Winslow a text message: Where are u?
The evening mist settled on his clothes while he walked to his car. He reached the Mustang and wiped his glasses dry as he settled into the low, bucket seat. Being the geek of the family, Denver wished for some excitement in his life for he was the only brother to settle down, marrying his high school sweetheart. Denver made his other brothers uncles by fathering two sons and another on the way. Talk about walking in his father’s shoes.
Driving through traffic, Denver listened for Winslow’s reply that never came. What could have happened to prevent him from meeting them tonight? His stomach twisted in a knot. Denver suspected Winslow’s occupation involved something dangerous. He assumed private investigator, for Winslow had asked Denver on occasion to hack into computers belonging to certain people or businesses. In fact, he helped Winslow last week so he could download a list of names from a government site.
As Denver turned down a quiet road, headlights flashed across his rearview mirror. With no traffic, he picked up some speed and made a left onto a one-way street. Sure enough, the car shadowing him followed. This is ridiculous, Denver thought. Why would anyone be tailing me? Helping Winslow came to mind.
His phone beeped, making him jump. Denver pressed the button to answer the hands-free connection. “Hello?”
“It’s Ogden. Some redhead claims one of us will die by the end of the week!”
“What?” Denver wondered if his brother had had one too many drinks. His eyes shifted to the rearview mirror again and he made another left. The vehicle still followed. Perspiration started to steam up his glasses. “Where are you?”
“Outside the Dug Out,” Ogden’s frantic voice barely audible. “Christ, I’m worried about Winslow. Can’t reach Carson either. What should I do?”
“Wait there, I’m on my way.” Denver pressed the gas pedal down. He had to shake his shadow before returning to the Dug Out.
Wish I could edit my first part of the story, for I missed Marion’s reference to Winslow heading for a drink with his brothers before he got abducted. I had him at the Dug Out…oops. Let’s pretend he wasn’t there.
Great job, Laurie! This addition adds the right amount of suspense and detail that helps clear up the little booboo with Winslow. Nice catch by the way.
Laurie, I edited out the part about Winslow, so it’s all good. I’m going to try to add more very soon. Thanks for participating and feel free to add more anytime.