what are these things called love?

excuse me! could you just move over please? you're sitting on my heart. and then she burst into a smothered fit of giggling. thats the first thing you noticed about her. she was almost always laughing. even when she was alone, sometimes random funny thoughts like that flit through her head and she wanted to laugh. she always had trouble explaining what was so funny. after a while, he gave up asking.

the first thing most people noticed about him was his bouyancy. the first thing she noticed about him was him! like a textbook case of fascination, from the very first instant she met him, she had been mesmerised by him. and now, all these years later, she still had not figured out what to do about it.

Today they were sitting together in the crowded bus, more from lack of choice than any other reason; when suddenly, she giggled

Her giggle brought him back from a reverie. He was thinking about how they had met for the first time near a trail where he was hiking. He had seen a sparkle in her deep blue eyes which he noticed more than her giggle. They crossed paths not before he strained his neck to catch a fleeting glimpse of her.

But he sighed! It has been so many years and probably she wouldn't even be remembering that moment which changed his life. She always smiled and radiated a glow which he would have basked in. But he was not sure then. He asked himself, was he sure now after so many years?

I am not going to complete this now, and probably not ever ... if you want to have a go at writing the next paragraphs, lines or even words ... leave it in the comments. If you want to change something in the existing text to fit your contribution, let me know too. lets spin some yarn ;0)

Contributing spinners so far: PreRicercar, Amit, Pilgrim

7 comments:

  1. Hi,Prero...now,that's something quite risky-asking us bloggers to add the next lines.grin...like, let's make a try' And,today was the day when both Miss Smiley and Mr. Buoyant were sitting together in the already crowded bus,more due to lack of choice than anything else.Suddenly, she giggled.......on to the next person to continue further.:)

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  2. Suggestion, When people give comments update the story and so we can read the blog and think further.

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  3. Amit ... awesome! but can i edit all the contributions so that the overall style remains the same?

    the pilgrim, thanks! i was going to - sorry caught up with exams so been slacking on the blog :)

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  4. Her giggle brought him back from a reverie. He was thinking about how they had met for the first time near a trail where he was hiking. He had seen a sparkle in her deep blue eyes which he noticed more than her giggle. They crossed paths not before he strained his neck to catch a fleeting glimpse of her.

    But he sighed! It has been so many years and probably she wouldn't even be remembering that moment which changed his life. She always smiled and radiated a glow which he would have basked in. But he was not sure then. He asked himself, was he sure now after so many years?

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  5. talk about pulling the reader in... those first three sentences are like the first bite of the most delicous pie. how can you not continue?

    but i dare not add. ever see "the gong show?" i'm deathly frightened of the gong.

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  6. ma and a friend were trying that, she writes one para, I write one, its not gone too far, may be this one will.

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  7. after reading so many of your stories, I have decided to start writing fiction myself. Starting with "Memoirs Of John Doe" series :)

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