The Story

From RW. He's started a story to be continued by other bloggers. He started it as a part of his Roundtable, but you don't have to be a Roundtable member to continue it. I'm not, and I will. Here are his instructions:

Check where the story has been left off by the last contributor. Tie into what has been opened. Advance the story anywhere you want to go. You do not have to be a member of the Roundtable to participate.

You MUST pick up from wherever the last entry left off. You may NOT ignore the last entry, but must run with whatever it is.

If two posters "publish" at the same time, we then have two stories. Follow what part you want, or tie them back together. Makes no difference.

His story is here, and I'll continue it now. If you want to continue it, go over to his blog and continue it in the comments!:

. . . until Rosetta pointed out that it didn't look like a killing plate. No matter how much he squinted or cleared his eyes, he couldn't tell what it was. A doormat? A shoe? Just a passing shadow? It didn't matter. Rosetta told him that they were bad people, and she was always right. He adjusted her dress and decided to go visit.


"She's so beautiful," Peter thought as he sat with his arm around Mary on the couch. "How the hell did I get so lucky? Only 23, and I'm happily married to the love of my life. We have our very first apartment, brand new furniture, and Mary's got my baby boy inside her. We are so truly blessed." His dreamy reverie was interrupted by a knock at the door to their newly christened apartment.

Mary hopped up and went to the door. Looking through the peephole, she giggled and said "It's the guy from across the hall, and he's got some ridiculous puppet on his hand." Ignoring the tickle of concern tracing its cold finger down her spine, she opened the door with a resounding "Howdy neighbor!".

And then the screams started . . .

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