Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Group Story: Urban Legend

Over the past few months, Wednesdays here at CIC have been reserved for our midweek character update – otherwise known as “What's Happening Now?” - but I realize that we might all be a little weary of the routine.

So, I think it's high time we return to our creative roots and compose a story together. In fact, it's hard to believe that our last attempt was back in early February when we created a group romance.

Although we seemed to have fun that day, I thought it might be cool to try a new genre. Now, while we've covered plenty of genres in the past, from classic literature to science fiction, I was surprised to realize that we've never done an urban legend before.

Since there's no time like the present, I'll kick it off with a classic... the tale of the flushed baby alligator who grows up in the sewers of an urban metropolis. Remember, all authors and characters are welcome to participate.

Once, there was a little Cajun alligator named Boudreaux who went on a trip with his human family to the Windy City, where he was accidentally flushed down a hotel toilet...

14 comments:

Kalila said...

It would be just like a human to do something incompetent like that.

Vic said...

I agree.

"Good riddance," Boudreaux said as he slithered through the pipes.

Elaine AM Smith said...

He was a brave little alligator. He didn't mind the outdoor and adventures persuits.
But he did find himself shouting, "Weee!" far too much for his liking.

Candy said...

The wild ride to his new habitat had brought a flush to his cheeks which made him attractive to many of the native creatures, but he was never sure whether they were friendly or hungry. Because of this, although his little heart longed for love, he started off with the reputation of being stand offish.

Lazaro said...

He arrived at the sewage plant and ate a security guard.

Nutmeg Cross said...

"Wow," thought a lurking rat, who was observing the carnage with horror and fascination. "That was quite a big meal for such a wee gator."

Indigo Cypress said...

Unfortunately, the rat wasn't as inconspicuous as he believed himself to be. As Boudreaux was chomping the last of the security guard, he noticed the rat's beady little eyes in a darkened corner of the sewage plant. Quicker than the rat might have thought possible, Boudreaux had grabbed his tail and pinned against the wall.

But before the alligator could commence with his dessert, the rat looked up at his would-be destroyer and said, "You must be full after such a big meal. Why don't you let your food digest and spare me for tonight? It could be nice to have a friend down here... and friendships last longer than snacks, or so I've been told."

Calvin Mertz said...

"Hmm," thought Bordeau to himself. Then aloud to the rat. "Maybe. But what could such a scurvy little feast such as yourself offer me in return?"

"Well, Sir," said the rat in his most conniving voice. "I get around. I hear things, ya know."

"I don't know," admitted Bordeau. "But I want to know EVERYTHING."

The rat squeaked and twitched, hoping to dislodge himself from his new master's grip.

"Hey now," Boudreaux warned. I don't like turncoats. But, I'll put this tag on you, in your ear like so."

And before Rat could squirm free, he was tagged.

"There. Now, once I put you down, I know you'll scurry off to your Nestlings. Just remember; I'll be listening in." Boudreaux wiggled a small listening device, then stuffed it behind his ear.

"Now, here's what I want you to get your buds to reveal . ."

Indigo Cypress said...

"Yes?" Though suspicious of the alligator's intentions, the rat knew that he had little choice in the matter. Whatever the gator wanted, the gator would surely get.

Nutmeg Cross said...

"Well," said Boudreaux, "when I belonged to a human family, I existed on a strict diet of chocolate and strawberries. And, though I enjoyed my first taste of human flesh tonight, I must admit that I miss my former diet. So, what I'd like is for you and your fellow rats to figure out how to reach the best fruit markets and candy shops in the city. Though I might be relegated to this underworld for a while, that's no reason to live on scraps."

Candy said...

The rat scratched behind his right ear for a moment the sat up straight, the end of his tail twitching wildly.
"It's a deal, Mr. Boudreaux but when I come back with your request answered you must take off this nasty tag because we can never be friends until it is gone."
"Be gone then, you have six hours for by then I will be really hungry."The little alligator turned away embarrassed by the crack in his voice but thrilled also to know it was the first sign that he was growing up.

Olivia Harper said...

Meanwhile, back at the Holiday Inn Express on Chicago's Magnificent Mile, little Sally Arnaud was incredibly sad... and incredibly angry. Sad because she'd lost her beloved Boudreaux. Angry because her little brother, Bobby, was the one who'd inadvertently flushed the toilet while Boudreaux was having a dip.

Devi Marconi said...

It had been a full day since Boudreaux swirled into the sewer, and Sally was worried. She could only hope that, wherever Boudreaux was, he was healthy - and not too hungry or too lonely. She sure did miss her scaly little pal.

Humberto Perez said...

I do believe in a good adventure and full of good fun i would explore more and explain my feelings to what i had done in that place and at what time i did it.This is a little piece of my story "I love adventures and i hoep to visit different places all over the world alone or with a freind maybe some day or start today around the period -Adriana Aurora A (R8)