The Official WordPress Blog Of Edward Hotspur – whoever that is.
This particular Daily Prompt asks YOU to finish a story that I write. What did it say again?
Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion.
Well, I’m going to cheat and introduce you once again to this thing I created a while back. Get lost in it! Have Fun!
Granite Countertop, Private Eye in Hall of Madness: A Choose Your Own Blog Adventure! The Blog Adventure Where You Decide What Happens Next!
**NOTE: I originally did this Choose Your Own Blog Adventure back in October 2011, and I think it holds up well. There are many different paths you can take, links you can click, and many different endings. Only one is the actual “winning” ending, but some of the other ones are really good too! So do this now, and enjoy yourself!
If everything goes well, then you don’t have to wait for me to write another Granite Countertop adventure – you can write your own, simply by choosing where the story goes! I am talking mechanics here – of course not all the written material will work. Ha ha! It’s a different story every time, unless you choose the same exact options. But why would you do that? You should be like the great poet Robert
Smith Plant Frost, and take the road less traveled. And now, on with the adventure!**
Ten in the morning. The city. The library. Way past dawn. Not even close. Granite Countertop, Private Investigator. Detective extraordinaire. Complete silence. All but the last were things Granite was used to. For Granite, the silence was like two plastic guys dressed in matching tuxedos atop a cake for a wedding held at Westboro Baptist Church. He had told the librarian the night before that he was there to do research, and he was not lying. That research was on a great many things, but it was especially on sleeping soundly. If he actually compiled the research into a thesis paper, it would be entitled “Treatise On Sleep Deprivation Due To The Effects Of Alcohol, Parrots, Gunfire And Cross-Dressing: Salvation of Librarianism In Higher …” with drool and coffee stains finishing it off, because the title alone would be enough to put him out. The bright stuff from the burning thing in the up there spot touched him deeply through the window, and he woke up. He folded up the Murphy bed into its crevice in the Geography, Anthropology and Recreation section, carefully replacing the books on social graces and intercultural competence, and then he was off. He removed his pajamas, footed, as usual, with bunnies, put on his suit, and headed for his office, conveniently located just a few minutes away from something close to it.
What happens now? Is his office…
Ain’t free will grand? Choose carefully!