Page 56 Story

Here is the story I made from the 5th sentences of various 56th pages. The only words I added are in bold. Try to overlook the POV and tense shifts. And the lack of dramatic tension. And clarity. And plot. The spelling, however, is impeccable.

Scene: Congressional bailout hearings

Cast of Characters:
• APON and LYDIA, Chairmen of General Motors and Chrysler
• The “GUNSLINGER”, AKA RALPH, longest-serving Senator ever
• CASSIOPEIA, Chairman of Ford Motors
• JHAI TSERAI, Treasury Secretary
• SHLIMAZEL, current President of the United States
• IGOR, current Vice-President of the United States
• DEIDAMIA, House Majority Leader
• ERIC, President-Elect
• JORDAN, Director of Homeland Security
• ANGEL, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff

Apon and Lydia are three billion years gone, the gunslinger told them; they have become Old Star and Old Mother, the north and south, each pining for the other but both now too proud to beg for reconciliation . . . and Cassiopeia sits off to the side in her chair, rocking and laughing at them both. They all got it from Jhai Tserai, who was apparently picky about details, especially those regarding quality management.

“Black in his heart, son.”

It had been going on almost nonstop for three months when he first came to see me. It made me a little mad to be confused for my father, but I knew Ralph was an egg or two short of a dozen. His mind was trying to formulate a motive but all he could think of was a full-page publicity shot of Bogie and Bacall kissing from the 1944 film To Have and Have Not.

“I ain’t telling you again, Shlimazel,” said Igor. “THEN, the onload() event fires on the body tag, which calls the drawgraph() function.”

“Say you so?” Deidamia exclaimed hopefully.

After tolerating his self-importance and dictatorial attitude all evening, I’d be content to fade away with my belly full and with Eric unable to contact me again with his crazy ideas like, “Given that, we have to think about raising taxes or cutting spending or finding some ‘not too cold, not too hot’ combination platter. If you cannot, stick with a tantalizing capsule description in your letter.”

“Coffee klatsch?” Shlimazel asked, incomprehensibly. “I will substitute for your ego, if you wish, but never for your spirit.” Trying not to leave handprints, he slithered along the ground, supporting his weight on his forearms.

Jordan whispered in Angel’s ear, his breath hot and foul, “You remember our secret game? Well, you wouldn’t, unless what you found there was better than the alternatives, and our eleven-year-old found Harry Potter more fun, more exciting, more suspenseful than all the alternatives open to him.”

“That hit home! Now I understand why my Nervenarzt recommended that I consult you,” Cassiopeia cackled.

Make your own story! Here are all of the sentences so you can copy and paste it into your own document. I printed out a copy and cut it apart, arranging and rearranging on the table in front of me.

Apon and Lydia are three billion years gone, the gunslinger told them; they have become Old Star and Old Mother, the north and south, each pining for the other but both now too proud to beg for reconciliation . . . and Cassiopeia sits off to the side in her chair, rocking and laughing at them both.

If you cannot, stick with a tantalizing capsule description in your letter.

Given that, we have to think about raising taxes or cutting spending or finding some ‘not too cold, not too hot’ combination platter.

After tolerating his self-importance and dictatorial attitude all evening, I’d be content to fade away with my belly full and with Eric unable to contact me again.

They all got it from Jhai Tserai, who was apparently picky about details, especially those regarding quality management.

Then, the onload() event fires on the body tag, which calls the drawgraph() function.

It made me a little mad to be confused for my father, but I knew Ralph was an egg or two short of a dozen.

“I ain’t telling you again, Shlimazel,” said Igor.

Uh, page 56 in my book was a full-page publicity shot of Bogie and Bacall kissing for the 1944 film To Have and Have Not.

I will substitute for your ego, if you wish, but never for your spirit.

It had been going on almost nonstop for three months when he first came to see me.

Well, you wouldn’t, unless what you found there was better than the alternatives, and our eleven-year-old found Harry Potter more fun, more exciting, more suspenseful than all the alternatives open to him.

His mind was trying to formulate a motive.

Jordan whispered in her ear, his breath hot and foul, “You remember our secret game, Angel?”

Black in his heart, son.

That hit home! Now I understand why my Nervenarzt recommended that I consult you.

Trying not to leave handprints, he slithered along the ground, supporting his weight on his forearms.

Coffee klatsch.

“Say you so?” Deidamia exclaimed hopefully.

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