Add-On No. 1
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I like to have fun, do silly, nonsensical things. It’s who I am. Do you? Well, if so, you’re going to enjoy this new series here on She Wears Many Hats, called Add-On?
Add-On works like this: A random picture is shown, plus an introductory sentence, and then you leave a comment, adding to the story from the prior comments. Kinda like we’re building a story, line by line, or rather, comment by comment. I know y’all have played that as kids, right? Anyone? If not, it really is that easy. Really. Because I don’t get to complicated around here.
Wanna join in on the wackiness? Okay. Here’s the first picture…
And the first sentence…
There was power in the glove.
That’s it. Now it’s your turn to add to the story with a comment below. Make sure to read through the comments before leaving yours. Use your imagination, but let’s keep it clean and above board, please.
Have fun! And be sure to check back to read the progress of the story. Will it be a scary story? Science fiction? A romance? Or a scary, science fiction, romance?
I can’t wait to see where the story leads!
But it was the power of his “I command you to come to me” stare that made me powerless to resist.
But I resisted anyways, because the spirit of my Native American father was watching me in the background.
A power like no other had ever seen. And it was up to Bob to harness that power and use it to save the human race.
He can feel it coursing up his arm.
But then he looked down and saw it wasn’t the power but A TARANTULA instead!
And then he was stuck with tarantula guts all over his arm.
But the glove must have had power, because (after letting out a girlish scream) he crushed the tarantula with his gloved hand.
And he went back to eating his curds and whey.
Which reminded him of the time he had beer-battered cheese curds from that recipe he’d pinned on Pinterest. Glove or not, sometimes a man has to pin things.
But he quickly shook off that thought and cleaned the tarantula guts from the powerful glove.
And raising his brow, pondering the situation, he wondered. “Was it the glove, that gave me powers all this time, or something else?……..”
… as the people could tell, avoiding his evil eye that just made you cry . How dare they question his choices as he made his way inside the store. =D
Thinking he would find an Orange Glove with a Tiger Paw on it to restore power to his team as the Evil eye was not enough to scare the Mountaineers away from the endzone.
(Not part of the story, but Ouch! from a Carolina fan!)
but, wait…no…he decided to leave the store, with his power glove on, he stopped at the cash and paid for it. the young girl looked at him and said with an expression of exasperation “sir, it’s a pair!” he looked at her confused. “Your glove, it comes with another one!” His mind started to race and he stole back to the section where he had first obtained the power glove and retrieved it’s mate! He held it up and with great excitement he repeated out loud “TWO POWER GLOVES! IT’S MY LUCKY DAY!” The sales girl stepped back from the cash and observed this strange man with angst, her heart pounding, in her head “please leave the store, please leave the store.” Just as the 3rd please the store sounded in her head, he stopped in front of her and said “Thank you! Now I will be twice as powerful!” he raised his one eyebrow and dashed out a la superman into the street!
One step out the door he stopped and turned to rush back in remembering he spied the ‘USA’ vest hanging on the wall, “Is that pleather?” he asked the clerk, “why, yes it is.” she replied. “PLEATHER POWER, I’ll take it!”
It was at that moment, as he admired his vest in the store mirror, that he turned and noticed the crooked toothed beaver in the yarmulke clinging desperately to his left shoulder. Shamed by his all-consuming love of pleather, he realized he’d caused his furry friend to be late to his own bar mitzvah. Oy vey!
He left the store a few minutes later outfitted in his pleather jacket, the gloves and the pleather boots he purchased last week. He noticed that folks turned around to look at him as he walked by. The feeling of being noticed and watched was a new and weird sensation. He had always been a “blend in the crowd” kind of guy in the past. He started enjoying the new feeling.
With his new wardrobe and newly gained super splendiferic powers he decided it was time to let the world know exactly how powerful and splendiferic he was. Up ahead he saw a landscaping wall he decided to dash to the wall stand on top and shout for all the world to hear……
“I am totally AWESOME!!!!” Looking down at the startled crowd below him, he immediately noticed…
“I need food!”, he screamed. Then he jumped off the wall and started running to the closest restaurant. But where would he go dressed in pleather?
Where would he go, indeed? To Chick-fil-a, of course!
he decided not the Chickafila but Tom’s Restaurant would have his specialty chicken soup! Off he went to Broadstreet, maybe he’d run into his friend Kramer and his short pudgy friend George!
And as he sat down to order he was approached by a man starring obsessively at him, who finally said, “I know who you are….I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!! Hey everybody, he’s not only a client, but he’s the President of Hair Club for Men!!!”
Right before he got to order his chicken, a big fat Samoan grabbed him by the collar and dragged him outside, heels dragging. Strangely, he smiled the entire time.
Coursing through his veins down to his feet. Pulsing with the beat of of his heart likes drums of the past.
There was something about being grabbed by the Samoan that made him hyper aware of his manly super powers….but then he realized it was his old buddy Tom from his Harvard fraternity house!