Splotchy's Story (meme)

Okay, Lib - sorry this took so long...

I woke up hungry. I pulled my bedroom curtain to the side and looked out on a hazy morning. I dragged myself into the kitchen, in search of something to eat. I reached for a jar of applesauce sitting next to the sink, and found it very cold to the touch. I opened the jar and realized it was frozen. (Splotchy)

"That's strange," I said out loud to no one in particular. My fingers slowly reached towards the jar again. My body experienced a wave of apprehension as weighted blanket covering me as I did so. The jar was completely frozen.I picked it up and stared at it, my fingers stung with little knives of chill. "What the..." again I spoke aloud. Then I realized what had happened with a shock. Suddenly the jar flew from my hand. It shattered creating a collage-like mixture of frozen applesauce and glass shards on my kitchen floor, the lid lazily rolling to a stop across the room.(FranIAm)

I half noticed at first glimpse that there was something odd amidst the solidified apple sauce as I reached for the broom and the dust pan. As I knelt down to clean up the frozen mess, I could clearly see a tiny figure within the goopy mess. It was a human eye, with tiny arms and legs! I resisted my initial urge to pick it up with my hand, and then reached down to scoop it up with the dustpan. The eye looked up at me in horror and gave out a frightening high pitched screech as it ran for the living room.

I was dumbfounded by this turn of events. I didn't even like applesauce - And I had guests coming for dinner! It would not be proper to have a homunculus eyeball running around during the appetizer - I had to think fast. I crept into the living room so as to not startle the small creature. The eyeball was under the coffee table, peeking out from behind one of table legs. When I approached, it quickly darted under the couch!

I got on my hands and knees to look under the couch, but I could not see the eye through all of the old newspapers and dust bunnies that had accumulated under there. I had to hurry! the guests were coming at seven o'clock, and I had not even started the buffalo chicken skewers with blue cheese dipping sauce yet! Not to mention the couscous and the broccoli noodle salad. (Zaius Nation)

A feeling of dread washed over me as I thought about this turn of events. Frozen applesauce, chicken, eyeballs with legs looking horrified; can such things be? Especially the chicken! The eyeball, now, that was something to consider as well. "I must still be dreaming," I muttered aloud to no one in particular. I sounded awake but one could never tell for sure if truly dreaming.

Remembering the old Carlos Castaneda books I read back in the 70s gave me an idea, to look and see if I had hands. Before I could deliberately look for my hands though another thought shook me to the core and I felt myself gasp in amazement. If I am dreaming, and if I can see my hands, then it follows that the eyeball is real but from another realm; and it, poor thing, was as startled as I! (Liberality)


As I focused on the hands, I noticed a buzzing f/them. It was the inner body! I continued to just feel the energy in my hands & fingertips. Before I knew it, the eye was standing in front of me, quizzically peering up @ what I was doing. Then it walked forward & curled itself inbetween my big & second toe. Five more minutes went by, & it was now asleep - snoring quietly in this podiatric fleshy bed. I was afraid to move my foot, but still had to clean up the applesauce mess in the kitchen & start the wings cooking.


Unsure of my next move, I slowly shuffled towards the kitchen, careful to not disturb the eye's gentle rest. "What am I going to do? I thought. Suddenly an idea popped into my head. I went to my mini-stereo on the table & fired up the iPod. Browsing thru the songs, I cued Eye of the Tiger to play. Once it began, the eye immediately awoke, startled by the noise. Then, it slowly started swaying to the music back & forth. Within thirty seconds it was full-on air guitar riffing to the song... (John)

This is an installment of Splotchy's Story Meme. According to Splotchy, "Here's what I would like to do. I want to create a story that branches out in a variety of different, unexpected ways. I don't know how realistic it is, but that's what I'm aiming for. Hopefully, at least one thread of the story can make a decent number of hops before it dies out." You can read all of the details here.

Okay, who's next? Ang & Chris, you're the lucky victims!