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The crazy ending game

Something I haven't been doing much of lately, is write. You may have noticed the dearth of blog posts around here. My journal that you don't get to see has had one entry in the last six months. My folder of short creative writing is virtually empty. It's not because I don't think of stories. I think of the beginnings of 2-4 stories a day. I just haven't been making the time to write them down. Also, I've learned from experience that beginnings don't always turn into anything.

One of the things that makes me a good programmer is that I'm good at troubleshooting. I can look at a desired end-result and come up with a reasonable way to get there (usually). I've decided to attempt to combine this with writing in order to get my creative juices flowing.

That's where you come in. I need crazy endings. Then I can imagine some sort of logical (or illogical but amusing) path that led to a particular ending, and write the beginning of the story. The stories will be posted here, on the assumption that at least one person will be interested.

Here's a sample crazy ending: "So there Shiela was, running through the airport with an enormous stuffed giraffe tucked under one arm and the door from her glove box in the other. She had never been happier."


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Thursday, May 11, 2006
Until she remembered that she left her plane tickets to Georgia on the counter at Starbucks.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Of course this was a test made up by the gods, I realize now. And I failed miserably.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
rubber ducky
And at that very moment in time, she decided she had better start wearing purple for me.
- sorry, I'm still stuck on Gogol Bordello
Thursday, May 11, 2006
And then the moment ended -- Charity turned and limped away, muttering softly in Hebrew, while John stood astride the corpse of the doberman and watched her go and felt the last little bit of his heart break.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Dana
And they lived happily ever after.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Doug, spooned in behind Rocky in post-coital bliss, kissed his shoulder and finally said, "I love you."
Thursday, May 11, 2006
howdy
If you come up with 2-4 beginnings a day, why not just use one of those as an ending? After all, any end is also a beginning and any beginning an end.

I don't wish to discourage this writing endeavor, for I look forward to its product, but I do question the rational of writing in the mindset of coding. Prose is linear or at least deliberately non-linear. You don't have many people reading bits of prose out of the intended order (except perhaps in advanced choose your own adventure stories), but this happens all the time in software. Unhandled exceptions abound in prose, and while the untold story might frustrate a few readers it is generally not fatal, as it is for software. After all, the reader can just fill in the blanks as they like. While, a miscue in Windows that sends your precious data to silicon purgatory generally doesn't elicit generous thoughts of what the programmer intended to write but left out because the editor would have cut it. The content of a story doesn't grow as it is read, so there is no dynamic memory allocation management to debug. 'nough said.

All these insightful observations were made my a non-programmer with no literary skill. Does it show?
Thursday, May 11, 2006
particleman
He found himself standing at the side of a rough farm road in Lithuania holding his bicycle wheel and a letter addressed to a woman in the next town.
Friday, May 12, 2006
The committee returned to the room. He didn't feel a thing. There was a kind of tunnel vision; the vanishing point, normally on the horizon, was about a foot in front of his face. Professor Etwas spoke. "We're sorry, Dr. Spengler. We can't grant you tenure."
Friday, May 12, 2006
Sarge, you made me spew tea through my nose!
Friday, May 12, 2006
rebecca
Howdy, the problem is that I think of the beginnings of stories while I'm riding my bicycle or taking a shower or doing something else that doesn't lend itself to jotting things down.

As for your observations, I'd say you sound exactly like a programmer: you took everything literally and attempted to come up with an alternate solution to the problem I posed. I'm not going to approach this writing thing as if I were writing code. There will be nothing like:

if(Charity.Languages.Includes(Languages.Hebrew)) {
Charity.MutterSoftly(Languages.Hebrew);
}

I was merely making a point about how my brain works in general: I see an end point and try to come up with a plausible reason for it being that way. The whole purpose is to jump start my creativity. Also, I frequently find that by involving other people in my endeavors, I'm more likely to follow through.
Friday, May 12, 2006
rebecca
The rest of you, nice work. Except for Sarge and Dana. You guys totally phoned that one in, although Sarge surprised me a little by failing to mention buttless chaps.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Assless. The phrase is "assless chaps", ma'am.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Dana
"Phoned it in? PHONED IT IN?" he screamed. "I'll show YOU phoned it in!!"

He then ripped the telephone from the wall and wrapped the cord tightly around her neck. Her eyes bulged, and she clawed helplessly at the cord digging deeper and deeper into her flesh.

As the life drained from her, he felt as if life was flowing into him. "Why didn't I do this sooner?" he thought to himself.

He let her lifeless body fall to the floor and immediately set about preparing for what he knew he had to do.

Find another.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Rebecca, I felt that "buttless chaps" (or as I prefer "assless chaps") ruined the Mamet-esque rhythm of my submission.

Also, please note that my response did *NOT* involve choking the life out of someone.
Friday, May 12, 2006
She reached out to cuff him. "You don't have to do this," he said, taking the cuffs from her unprotesting hands and twirling them on his index finger. "We could just walk away from all of this." "But you killed her," she breathed, taking the cuffs back from him. "Only because she would have killed me first." His breath was warm against her cheek and she considered his offer for a brief second. "I have two tickets to Costa Rica," he said before he kissed her. She melted against him, the cuffs falling to the ground like a dress that had been slowly unzipped. To hell with it. She never liked police work anyway.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
bryan
"So there Susan was, running through the airport with an enormous stuffed gorilla tucked under one arm and the door from her glove box in the other. She had been happier on several occasions."
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Things fell apart. The center couldn't hold.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
crystal
Once again, I'm here... on the same street corner, waiting for the bus. You'd think something would be different, that the world would know about it, that people would be able to tell just by seeing my face.

but, they don't.
Monday, May 15, 2006
"Yes," they decided. "Ishmael is a pretty good name, all things considered."
Monday, May 15, 2006
Chelsea shook out the Pink Elephant costume just as a cloud of starlings interrupted the sunlight. She looked up from within the shadow and realized how horribly she'd miscalculated.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Meghan
The waves of sunlight poured through the blinds like orange juice into a glass. It was morning. It was over.
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