Anyone good at writing out there and willing to help me out?

I was told last night that I needed to write a story for Christmas. What they're doing this year is everyone brings a gift and they hold onto it while someone reads this story that I'm supposed to write. In this story, it has to have a lot of "left" and "right". Each time the word "left" or "right" is mentioned, each person passes the gift they are holding in that direction. At the end of the story, you receive whichever gift you are holding on to.

Problem is, I'm no good at writing a story. Sooooo... anyone want to write this thing for me?! Pllleeeeease? It is supposed to be about 5-10 minutes long and supposed to have family members names in it, but it can be about anything really. Nothing pornographic or anything like that in it, of course.

So... anyone up for it?! I will, of course, give the author full credit. They clearly weren't thinking when I was nominated to write this thing.



Help.



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[Edited 12/4/04 12:46pm]

That's a big project!!
I found a Web site with a ton of Christmas stories on it...what I think you should do is pick one and just put a bunch of "rights" and "lefts" in it


http://www.christmas-stor...tories.php



Good luck!

applekisses said:

Right!



I mean...Left

applekisses said:

Yeah, it is... I tried to get out of it, but I can't... lol.

Sooo... looking over those stories. I could do something like this:

Original:
I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children assembled round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. The tree was planted in the middle of a great round table, and towered high above their heads.


Changed:
Right, I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children assembled right round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. Riiiight, the tree was planted right in the middle of a great round table... slightly to the left, and towered high above their heads. Left, right, left, right, left!

*sigh*


Thanks, Apples...


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[Edited 12/4/04 13:00pm]

AzureStarr said:

THE END

Exactly! Although, the extra "I"s make you sound a little like Dr. Evil

I hope it helps! Think of it like Mad Libs or something.

applekisses said:

Dr. Evil works, because I'm feeling a little evil about this whole thing!

I don't wanna do this!

It's kinda hard, isn't it. I've given it a go and started a story for you, but it's not very good ... I just thought it may help to get a few ideas on where to start

This is a story about Miss Left and her search for Mr Right.

Miss Left lived at 3 Wright Road. Her road was right at the end of the road, the second house on the left.

Every week, Miss Left would go to work. Her office was like a maze. She would enter the building from the front, turn right after the swing entrance door, then head down the first corridor on her left. Then she would go through a serious of corridors, turning left, left and then right at the end.

Every other Wednesday, Miss Left would go to Speed Dating meetings. She was desperately searching for Mr Right. The meetings were convenient for her - they were on the same road that she lived on, Wright Road.

One day, as she sat down, a man approached who she recognised. He used to work with her at Rightholder Holdings Incorporated. She'd always found him easy to talk to. They talked a while and she noticed that he was left-handed. "What's your name?" she asked. "Matthew Wright" he replied .... "

Heavenly said:

Hey...it could work!

BEFORE:
I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children assembled round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. The tree was planted in the middle of a great round table, and towered high above their heads. It was brilliantly lighted by a multitude of little tapers; and everywhere sparkled and glittered with bright objects.


AFTER:
I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children assembled right round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. The tree was planted just to the left of a great round table, and towered high above their heads. It was brilliantly lighted by a multitude of little tapers that still had much life left in them; and everywhere sparkled and glittered with bright objects.
[Edited 12/4/04 13:07pm]

Reincarnate said:

Oooooh... you should really continue this!

I guess I'd better sit my ass down and start writing, eh? I could always write a story about how I don't wanna write this story and how they shouldn't have left it up to me.



Thank you...

AzureStarr said:

Hey, girl ... look! You're doing it naturally!

Now get that ass sat down and start writing
[Edited 12/4/04 13:11pm]

Reincarnate said:

Unfortunately, I don't have a natural ability for writing... I did that on purpose and knowing me and my lack of writing skills, that'd be about all they'd get! At least the whole deal would be over in under a few seconds!

I still think you should continue yours! Come on... dont'cha wanna know what happened between Miss Left and Mr. Wright?! (wink-wink)



Fine... lol. I'll start writing and pull a Christmas story from the link Apples provided and place it in the mix of the story that I'm going to write. If I ever complete it, I'll post the results here and you all can help me tweak it!

AzureStarr said:

Here ya go:


I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children assembled right round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. The tree was planted just to the left of a great round table, and towered high above their heads. It was brilliantly lighted by a multitude of little tapers that still had much life left in them; and everywhere sparkled and glittered with bright objects.

There were rosy-cheeked dolls, hiding right behind the green leaves; and there were real watches (with movable hands, at least, and an endless capacity of being wound up) still left dangling from innumerable twigs; there were French-polished tables, chairs, bedsteads, wardrobes, eight-day clocks, and various other articles of domestic furniture (wonderfully made, and rightly so, in tin, at Wolverhampton), perched among the boughs, as if in preparation for some fairy housekeeping; there were jolly, broad-faced little men, much more agreeable in appearance than many real men--and no wonder, for their heads came right off, and showed them to be full of sugar-plums; there were fiddles and drums; also left under the tree were tambourines, books, work-boxes, paint-boxes, sweetmeat-boxes, peep-show boxes, and all kinds of boxes; there were trinkets for the elder girls, far brighter than any grown-up gold and jewels; there were baskets and pincushions in all devices; there were guns, swords, and banners; there were witches standing in enchanted rings of pasteboard, to tell fortunes -- even if they weren't right ; there were teetotums, humming-tops, needle-cases, pen-wipers, smelling-bottles, conversation-cards, bouquet-holders; real fruit, made artificially dazzling with gold leaf; to the left were imitation apples, pears, and walnuts, crammed with surprises; in short, as a pretty child, to the right of me, delightedly whispered to another pretty child, her bosom friend, "There was everything, and more." This motley collection of odd objects, clustering on the tree like magic fruit, and flashing back the bright looks directed towards it from every side -- right, left, up and down -- some of the diamond-eyes admiring it were hardly on a level with the table, and a few were languishing in timid wonder on the bosoms of pretty mothers, aunts, and nurses--made a lively realisation of the fancies of childhood; and set me thinking how all the trees that grow and all the things that come into existence on the earth, have their wild adornments at that well-remembered time.

-- A Christmas Tree

by Charles Dickens

AzureStarr said:

Oops... My editing skills got the best of me...it's done!

applekisses said:

wow that's fantastic ...!

applekisses said:

Am printing this out as we speak! Now, I just have to add about 50+ names in there. Unless I can con them out of making me add names in there! Calling my mom now!

Reincarnate said:

Oh, thanks I've just been a journalist too long, I think.

Here's the original:


I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children assembled round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. The tree was planted in the middle of a great round table, and towered high above their heads. It was brilliantly lighted by a multitude of little tapers; and everywhere sparkled and glittered with bright objects. There were rosy-cheeked dolls, hiding behind the green leaves; and there were real watches (with movable hands, at least, and an endless capacity of being wound up) dangling from innumerable twigs; there were French-polished tables, chairs, bedsteads, wardrobes, eight-day clocks, and various other articles of domestic furniture (wonderfully made, in tin, at Wolverhampton), perched among the boughs, as if in preparation for some fairy housekeeping; there were jolly, broad-faced little men, much more agreeable in appearance than many real men--and no wonder, for their heads took off, and showed them to be full of sugar-plums; there were fiddles and drums; there were tambourines, books, work-boxes, paint-boxes, sweetmeat-boxes, peep-show boxes, and all kinds of boxes; there were trinkets for the elder girls, far brighter than any grown-up gold and jewels; there were baskets and pincushions in all devices; there were guns, swords, and banners; there were witches standing in enchanted rings of pasteboard, to tell fortunes; there were teetotums, humming-tops, needle-cases, pen-wipers, smelling-bottles, conversation-cards, bouquet-holders; real fruit, made artificially dazzling with gold leaf; imitation apples, pears, and walnuts, crammed with surprises; in short, as a pretty child, before me, delightedly whispered to another pretty child, her bosom friend, "There was everything, and more." This motley collection of odd objects, clustering on the tree like magic fruit, and flashing back the bright looks directed towards it from every side--some of the diamond-eyes admiring it were hardly on a level with the table, and a few were languishing in timid wonder on the bosoms of pretty mothers, aunts, and nurses--made a lively realisation of the fancies of childhood; and set me thinking how all the trees that grow and all the things that come into existence on the earth, have their wild adornments at that well-remembered time.

applekisses said:

No, no, no... 'tis very good and I am very thankful! It's perfect... calling mom now!

AzureStarr said:

You have to put names in it? Now, that's just torture!

She's not answering. Grrrr...

Thanks you guys... Apples, thank you for the wonderful editing job!

applekisses said:

Yep... unfortunately, that's what she said. It can be a story about anything but everyones name has to be in it... unless I con her out of it. Well, con her to con my aunt out of it.



But.. they may just get the story you just edited. I'll just give them an "oops".

AzureStarr said:

You're welcome! Let's hope we don't get sued!

Plus, it's only like half the story, but I think it will get you through about 10-15 min speaking time.

applekisses said:

AzureStarr said:

You could totally cheat and do it like this:


"I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children [put all names here] assembled..."

I could probably write something up for you.

The intended audience is over 18, correct?

AzureStarr said:

Well, as long as you say who the original author is and that it's been modified and won't be used in any public capacity (which it won't) we're fine

applekisses said:

OK, just for the record, if I ever need anything written, I'm gonna be calling on applekisses!

Reincarnate said:

I'm laid-off, so I'll take any writing jobs I can get -- I need to keep my skills sharp

Applekisses, I think you've just been hired as the org author

Heavenly said:

AsianBomb777 said:

Yes, and no. It is for the adults in the family becuase the children do their thing... but, they'll probably be in and out...

Anyway... I wrote one... isn't very good, but I'll type it here and you guys can tell me what you think and help me make changes. Hopefully, it won't end with everyone hanging onto the gift they brought. lol...