So, this year I thought I’d do something a little different on Thursdays. Mostly because I can. I thought [hoped] it might be fun to
write serialize a “novel” one scene at a time.
Why one scene? I’d rather not have blog posts stretching over 500 words. They’re too long and I can’t read them…wait, you don’t read them [my mom would read them no matter how long. Er, right?]
Without further ado, let’s dive in and meet our protagonist, Ben (narcissistic much?):
For as long as he could remember, Ben had always wanted a pet dinosaur. (Who doesn’t?) Of course, he begged his parents for one. All they bought him was a chicken. A young hen, not a rooster.
However, he grudgingly admitted, it was far better than his brother’s pet toad. As far as Ben knew, no one had ever gotten a wart from a chicken.
The seventh morning, Ben trudged to the hen house. Henrietta sat brooding on her nest. Holding his breath and squeezing his eyes shut, he stole Henrietta’s first eggs. He’d toss feed onto the ground and watch her eat it.
He loved her, even if she smelled and pecked his hand any time he tried to pet her, but she wasn’t a dinosaur. No matter how many articles he read comparing birds to dinosaurs, he couldn’t see Henrietta as a Tyrannosaurus stalking Triceratops across the plains of North America.
Her five eggs were small, much smaller than the normal, store-bought ones he was used to seeing. Its horizontal diameter about the width of a quarter. With trembling hand, Ben carried the eggs into the house.
Pots clanged together as he searched for a pan to cook the eggs. He cracked a shell against the lip of a pan. He closed his eyes, hoping a tiny, baby chicken didn’t touch his fingers. No yolk spilled into the frying pan.
Ben grimaced and stared into the empty eggshell. “Is this normal?”
There you go. Not too terrible, right? Okay, well, at least it’s not the worst thing you’ve read today [I hope].
So, what do you think will happen? What do you want to happen? Was it too short? Too long? Too unfunny?
Yep, that’s right. I’m soliciting comments and suggestions. I may even use them. No matter how wacky, zany, nerdy, or weird.