Tuesday, August 17, 2021

 I'm a devoted fan of Jonothan Slaght who wrote Owls of the Eastern Ice.

After I heard him talk about his book, I started following him on Twitter and it's been a lot of fun.


Just recently he tweeted:

"Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away."

 

And honestly, a better first line prompt I haven't seen in quite some time.

How about all y'all take a stab at the next two or three lines. 

20 words max.

Post in the comment column of this blog post. Comments are closed now.

Results posted Wed 8/18/21 7am EDT

I've got some books to offer as prizes!

Three books means three winners, right?

32 comments:

Mister Furkles said...

"Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away."

The ice over this lake is about to crack and this bear is trying to sell me life insurance. My estranged--soon to be X--would like that.

Unknown said...

Chuck my salmon jerky far as I can throw it? He’ll think there’s more where that came from. Being me.

Kitty said...

"Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away.”
“That’s not a bear. That’s Uncle Boris taking a leak.”

The Noise In Space said...
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The Noise In Space said...

Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away.

And once ursa major sets, and the sun rises, and its warmth softens the ice juuust enough, I'll drive forward.

Kregger said...

"Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away.

It's 1709 miles to Chicago, the truck is out of gas, I'm holding: a twinkie, a bullet, and a rifle.

I picked a helluva time to become a vegan.

Did I mention I'm wearing sunglasses?"

Aphra Pell said...

Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away

Hoping he can't smell me.
Hoping he can't smell the body in the trunk.

Brent Salish said...

Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away. I could drive off – he’s big, but not eat-an-F250 big – but I’d promised Helena that no matter what happened, I wouldn’t leave her on the ice.

Claire Bobrow said...

Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away.

Got himself a bear perm and a bad attitude chewing on that cable. Now my truck won’t start.

Stupid Tesla.

Amy Johnson said...

"Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away."

Furface must have smelled my fresh owl pellet – knows I’m nearby. Darn bones.

Hey, what do all these buttons do?

Leslie said...
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Leslie said...

Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away.

More important, someone on Twitter is wrong about something so I must correct them while I wait for help!

Colin Smith said...

I watch its movements. It hasn’t smelled blood yet. The human was an easy kill, but I know my limits.

Craig F said...

She said that she has a headache, again.

C. Dan Castro said...

Big, hairy Stephen sprawls across the one-laner, his romantic gesture threatening my on-time-delivery bonus. And my brake foot tires.

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NLiu said...

"Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away."

The truth? The truck's a cell. The bear's a warden. The ice? Missing. Oops.

Hope Boss believes in global warming.

Amanda said...

Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away.

It stands drinking a Coca-Cola.

Don’t have another? Ha! At least Smokey and Yogi will stay and chat!

Kaye George said...

Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away. I knew I should have checked the gas tank before the bank heist.

BrianH said...

Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away.

I turn to Lenny. All that’s left is an arm. I pull his door shut and smile to myself.

Sharyn Ekbergh said...

I was enjoying the book until I got to the scene with the starving abandoned cat in the forest.

Kate Larkindale said...

Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away. He's licking his muzzle to clean the crumbs of Alfredo from his fur. I always knew my husband was a crumb.

John Davis Frain said...

"Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away."

On the downside, lunch is getting cold in the passenger seat and so is the body in my cab.

Beth Carpenter said...

Me? I’m sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away. Really hoping he doesn’t have an account with ACME, because if a giant can opener gets delivered, I’m toast.

TJB said...

Me? I’m sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away. I think about speeding things along. But, I can’t afford to leave any evidence behind.

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Michael Seese said...

Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away.

I doubt he will.

It's a really nice truck. He never shoulda left the keys in it.

Johnell said...


"Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away."
Still, of all the honeymoons, this one could be the easiest to...forget. So long as bears eat bones too.

Panda in Chief said...

"Me? I'm sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away.
The wind is gently rocking me to sleep....
Oh...wait...that's not the wind."

Ash Complin said...

Me? I’m sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away.

I don't get it. We had our fun. Why do Grindr matches in Yukon villages get so clingy?

E.M. Goldsmith said...
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E.M. Goldsmith said...

Me. I’m sitting in a truck eight miles from the Arctic Ocean waiting for a bear to go away.

Fifty miles more and the zombie plague and I disappear together. I am getting hungry. Bear brain. Human brain. Whichever.