It seems we have two competing Blog Hop stories going at the same time. This is probably my fault since nowhere in the original post did I say wait to be tagged before you add to the story.
I started the story and passed it to A Disquieted Mind, who passed it on to Rarasaur.
At the same time, tj6james6 added to my story and passed it to Excerpts From Nonexistent Books, who passed it on to Not A Punk Rocker.
Well, shit. What to do?
Since it is my brainchild, which makes me the unofficial cruise director of the Blog Hop story, I suppose I need to make an executive decision, which is… I’m going to snowball them all into one.
So, the story contributors will be in this order:
Fish of Gold
A Disquieted Mind
tj6james6
Excerpts From Nonexistent Books
Not A Punk Rocker
Rarasaur
Once we get back to Rarasaur, we should be on track again. Also, I’ve updated the rules to hopefully avoid any further confusion. Sorry about this, folks.
Nano Poblano Blog Hop Basics:
- Wait until you are tagged, then add a new post on your blog with these rules, the story so far, and who’s been tagged.
- Title and tag the post as Nano Poblano Blog Hop Story 2015.
- Add at least one sentence to the story.
- Pick another Pepper from the blogroll to tag (preferably one who hasn’t already been tagged).
- Add a link to your chosen Pepper’s about page (so they get a notification that they’ve been tagged) to the tagged list below.
- Pass the story along within two days of getting tagged.
The Story:
Eli stumbled into the compartment, flush and out of breath, and took the only available seat next to an old woman and a child. After months of planning, he suddenly had a bad feeling about this and stood right back up again, but at the same time, the train started moving.
There was no going back. As if to accentuate the point, the jerk of the train starting thrust Eli into his seat. Was he doing the right thing? Was he doing the wrong thing for the right reasons? Eli didn’t really know. What he did know was that the old lady had fake teeth that hadn’t been cleaned in a while, and the child reminded him of all the scary movies he’d seen about children. But that was besides the point. Eli was on a mission. Kind of.
He cringed, wishing he had planned this trip differently. The train ride lasted a full hour, plenty of time for things to go wrong when split-second timing was needed.
A droplet of sweat beaded at the end of Eli’s reddened face as he tried to catch his breath. Luckily, the old woman seemed to be busy telling the child a long and rambling fairy story. She hadn’t even noticed her fellow passenger.
Eli meant to keep it that way.
Tagged:
Fish of Gold
A Disquieted Mind
tj6james6
Excerpts From Nonexistent Books
Not A Punk Rocker
Rarasaur
Take it away, NAPR. As painful as you think writing will be, at least you don’t have to worry about who to pass it to. 🙂
Fish Of Gold 