Exquisite corpse

Upon perusal of some of the more technical aspects of the Ghost Island I came to discover that the list of signed up contributors is far greater than the one displayed to the right of the text you are reading right now. So, in some sort of attempt at improved collectivism here on the Island, I am proposing a story composed of exquisite corpse style postings from as many of the inhabitants as we can possibly drum up. I will start:

Rodger went to the store on Wednesday, which was strange for him, as he was a regular Thursday shopper. He had decided upon coming early in the week because a failed attempt at making a cake for his Grandmother’s 82nd birthday had left him without some basic essentials. It had cost him 7 eggs, 18 cups of flour, 3 tablespoons of maple syrup, 9 cups of brown sugar, an hour and a half, and one gallon of spilled milk that was knocked over by his cat Walter the 2nd.


1 Response to “Exquisite corpse”

  1. 1 butttub
    May 5, 2009 at 3:47 am

    Walter the Second said, “Ok ok, I’ll clean up the fucking milk. Just let me finish my coffee.”

    And he lapped up the end of his morning coffee and felt much more alive. Then he took the wet rag and cleaned his spill.

    Rodger was at the bakery buying a proper cake. Walter the Second sprawled out on the leather sofa and did the crossword while watching Maury Povitch. He was hoping his agent would call. That book he’d written about Felines Fatales wasn’t going to publish itself.

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