On April 4th, 2018 the Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. Here is one of several mini-stories created this way. We hope you are as entertained as we!
“Tastes Like Chicken”
Because he was a god, and because he figured it would taste good, he went about eating a tornado. He found it quite surprising, given that he was a god, that it did not agree with him, catching in his throat and making him feel deathly ill.
“What are you doing?” his brother asked as he created a tidal-wave with a flick of his wrist.
The god coughed, spat out a bit of cow hide and turned to his brother with a scowl.
His brother continued. “No one in our family can eat tornadoes, they give us indigestion.”
First line by BRANDON SCOTT