Choose Your Adventure

Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion.

Because this post relies on replies, I’m going to put my lyric reference at the start. This is the first one that came to mind and, although it doesn’t entirely fit, it feels right:

And the company of one.. no fun.
They’ll probably say this sucks
But I don’t really care.

Song Without a Chorus by Butch Walker

When I saw this was today’s daily prompt earlier today, I must confess that I didn’t like the thought. I’m still not sure I do, and here’s why. It requires you to have followers. I’ve had two comments in maybe three years, and they both came in the last week. This is not going to go well.

Secondly, all the other goes at this I’ve read are teeing up horror stories because those are the most common to have cliffhangers I suppose. I want to tee up anything

The third reason was that I’ve done this before and I got about 10 replies, all from about 2 of my friends. It was done on the premise of everyone writing one line to create a story. I’m disappointed I can’t find it.

It was done back in the day when websites were tables on repeating backgrounds. Front Page was a viable web design tool. There was no such thing as high definition displays that you needed to worry about let alone mobile devices that had them. I didn’t even know that content management systems existed, so all my pages were typed and coded individually and linked manually together.

It was back in the day when a guy who is even more shy than he is now was kinda into the shop assistant at JJB Sports, to the extent that he is probably still (nearly a decade later) suffering from the large volume of socks he bought on a semi-regular basis so that he might get to talk to her. She was really cute and would wear football shirts to work, and he always thought girls looked great in football shirts. She once even laughed at him for asking to have Peter Crouch’s name printed on the back of his England shirt, which somewhat perversely made him want her more.

And one time he went into the shop late one Saturday, about 30 minutes before closing time. She was working at the till so he wandered and found one of the cheaper things that he could possibly need. He walked to the till, where there was no line, just her. He took a deep breath, plucked up the courage and finally did talk to her, and here’s what she said…

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