the only limit is your imagination (so cheesy, i know). I will read everything that everyone posts :)

I have not read anything yet, as I promised I would not, but I am very happy to see how much you all are writing. This makes me happy beyond words :)

The forum has been going through a bit of unhappiness, and I hoped that doing something fun would bring the community together, even just a little, and remind us all what fun it is here and how creative and lovely you all are. Thank you so much and I can't wait to read each and every story.


Hugs and other crap <3 <3 <3

Very generous giveaway, Crewdroog!

I probably won't enter as my inspiration is not feeling very playful at the moment.

Thank you and have fun reading the stories! :)

Once upon a time there was a little mouse named Harriet. She had lovely long whiskers, coal-black eyes that shone like diamonds and a long tail that curled like a question mark. The apartment where she lived was warm and cozy, and situated in a wall inside a baker's shop. She had two good friends, Cayde, a large white raven and Bonnet, the doberman that lived with the Butcher next door.

One day....

They were all zapped with the deus ex machina gun because I hate writing furry stories, and turned into humans. Harriet became a 35 year old "girl" with an ambiton to take over the world, of course. Cayde became a hobo, and Bonnet became the butcher's mistress.

On yet another day,They all ran around a tree, Benny Hill style, because the butcher thought Bonnet was having an affair with Cayde and Harriet was trying to ransom him for adultery to get free food to feed her future new world orderish army. The butcher tripped and fell on his own knife.In his dying breath, he told Harriet that he was her father! "But how was that even possible?!?!", screeched Harriet. Also Bonnet was Harriet's mother. "But I'm a pure maiden!", protested Bonnet. Nobody cared what she said. Just then Cayde jumped on a roof, ninja style, in a puff of smoke, and morphed into Gandalf the techicolored.

Cayde: "Fools be y'all. It was all me!"

And thus everyone in the story became Cayde but with different bodies.

Cayde: "It's MAGIK! I don't have to explain shit. Are you with me , or are you my enema?"

Everyone nodded at each other and drank koolaid.

And that is the end.

oops, nothing to see here

Bump!

And I demand moar stories! Else I will push the red button. You don't want me to push the red button!

LOL lester, that was totally what I was thinking of. I was gonna post the clip next bump! :)

But since you mentioned it: NO I CAN'T!!!

"The button is pressed"

Tune in next week as- "the thread poofs out of existence"

Lol :)

Ok, so moving is close to wrapped up so I took a few moments to read the premise. It reminds me a little bit of the lyrics to a song (http://www.metrolyrics.com/tommy-lyrics-kelly-joe-phelps.html), though the song is wistful and sad and your setup (and purpose) seem to be much cheerier.

By the time it gets to the end it's quite sad indeed:
"All that they found were the mice inside the fridge
In a box, with some cheese
And a hand warmer, run on batteries..."

I'll see if I can think up something to compete with some of these very elaborate efforts, or at least something cheery and short :)

Oh the beginning is just a start, you can do anything you want with it. You can turn them all into zombies who infect the world for all I care. just have fun with it :)

Really nice giveaway Crewdroog, and some good stories:)

Once upon a time there was a little mouse named Harriet. She had lovely long whiskers, coal-black eyes that shone like diamonds and a long tail that curled like a question mark. The apartment where she lived was warm and cozy, and situated in a wall inside a baker's shop. She had two good friends, Cayde, a large white raven and Bonnet, the doberman that lived with the Butcher next door.

One day.... she left ... forever.

Obviously not in.

push the red button :)

Omg i so would have pressed that button. in front of him if possible. :)

btw, i'm not much of a story teller, but i'll try to make up some stories till the deadline and enter for dd. with your permission? does it have to be made up stories, can they be real?