Two Headed Horse Tails
Noah’s Porch
And who are the people in your Neighborhood?
When it rained I’d sit my porch; I might as well have been Captain of ship. Like Noah, I’d watch fools pass and invite them to shelter. But t’were all homeless, having abandoned fellowship, except with needles and internal voices.
Sally B. was my favorite. She was a writer. She would sit in the middle of the street and talk to herself, “letting her voices out to take some fresh air.” Her motto was “write on meth, edit on coke.”
That night Sally B. was rolling around in the wet pavement like a child sentenced to room by an angry father. I knew what the pebbles must be doing to her skin and soft tissue. So I left my awning.
“Sally?” “Noah?” “How do you know my name?” “How do you know mine?” “I’m the one writing this story, Sally; I gave you your name.” “And I’m the one editing it, Noah; I can change it any time I want.”
And there, with the turning on of many automobile lights and nobody yelling “Cut!”, Smeadrick got up from where he’d been rolling, and Ngggrrulkifa helped him do so…
They walked back into the United Exoplanet Building together. Time to work.
Hat Tip to Nanji Erode and his exoplanet story.
This story was co-written by Fox Kerry and Smillew Rahcuef.
We call the concept the Two Headed Horse Tails.
As Fox describes it, Two Headed Horse Tails can be a tug of war. Two people are trying to get a tale into the corral, sometimes even against each other’s will.
Here are the rules:
- 200 words total.
- Each person gets 40 words for their paragraph/portion, where whoever starts a story would get 1,3,5 (120 words), and the second would get 2,4 (80 words).
- And they can switch back and forth as to who starts it.
What about finding yourself another horse writer (!) and giving it a try?
This was our fourth tale. Here are the previous ones:
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | This one| Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7| Part 8| Part 9| Part 10 | Part 11
