Let's Have Fun- Writing a Story

Hey Fellow Bloggers! Let's have some fun writing a story. Here's how it works: I'll start and write until I am either tired or run out of ideas and then somebody else picks it up until they are either tired or runs out of ideas. And then the next person or previous person picks it up and so on.

There are just a few rules please:
1. No Profanity
2. No Sexual Innuendos
3. Just please keep it clean

It can be fun if we get some good participation.
It can be sad and/or funny or both at times.
Just try and see what happens.

I'll start. We'll title it later after we see where it goes.

Chapter One

Lyle stumbled down from the mountains after three weeks. He did not anticipate this happening to him in his wildest dreams. He had been an avid hiker since he was a young lad. His father who had been an airbourne soldier had taught him all that anyone could know about survival in the woods. He knew what plants were edible and how to make shelter out of, what would seem to the average person as, nothing. He would qualify as an expert in first aid. And, yet, something so different, so bizarre, had happened that he would have trouble explaining it to the townsfolk.
Lyle wasn't the kind of boy who would pull something questionable. He had grown up in this small community, was highly respected, and even in high school when the rest of the kids were sowing their wild oats and getting into trouble, Lyle had a reputation as a very level-headed boy. He wondered what he should do. How would he tell the authorities what had ocurred? Yet, he must tell them, this was just too serious of a matter not to say anything. Eventually, everyone would find out. How will this effect his reputation? A reputation he had worked hard to build beyond reproach since he was a youngster old enough to understand that what people thought of one does make a difference. He shuddered to think of the results of all this. He dreaded to have to face it, but face it he must. When he staggered into the police station he was visibly shaken. His old friend, Brad, the sheriff looked up at him from his seat. As their eyes met Brad couldn't believe the sight before him.

What happened to Lyle? What did Brad see? You tell us.

Maybe Later

Maybe later I'll spice this thing up. I am new at blogging and have seen some interesting blogs out there. If you like beautiful, calm music check out Mr. Boo. I tried to find a comment place so I could tell him how much I enjoyed his blog but couldn't find one. If you can find it perhaps you will tell him for me.

The blogs are as diverse as the people who created them, interesting! This could be fun and I hope I will be able to maintain it. I would like to post something everyday but know that will not be possible. Soon we will be going away for a couple of days.

One of my favorite poets is Rod McKuen. I was introduced to him by a dear friend a long time ago. I can't tell you when because that would reveal my age. I have several of his books (Rod McKuen's, not my friend), I don't think my friend ever wrote a book. But you, probably, knew that. That was not a complete sentence. Anyway, I am rambling.

An excerpt from Rod McKuen's book: Caught in the Quiet:

"Caught in the quiet
Off on our own
Coming together
Staying Alone."

Maybe I'll talk to you later today.

Be Safe,
Richard