Dream Vacation

Every week, I spend time hanging out with my groovy kids. It just happens, tonight, to be my night with my oldest son, Michael. He likes writing and is very creative and sneaky, so I offered to let him take a crack at writing a saga story. However, when I told him the rules (more on that in a moment) he decided to wait and watch me write one. So, what are the rules? Well, Rule #1: Since each Saga is a story that belongs to an effect I’ve created, the name of the effect MUST be used somewhere in the story. Rule #42 – The story must be written in one fell swoop . . . no edits or rewrites allowed. Just write whatever comes to mind first. By the way, there are only 2 rules in total. I just named the second rule “42” for convenience.

Anyhoo, after he said he wanted to see me write one, I sat down at the old Laptop and in less than 3.14 minutes I wrote the following without editing. And before you read it, here is my son Michael to prove that I’m telling the truth . . .

Yep, I . . . um . . . I mean . . . my Dad really did do what he said . . .
-Michael Stone

And now The Saga:

It was a blurry sandy day at the beach, when suddenly the tide rose which reminds me, my sister Rose is home sleeping on a bed of roses – get it bed of Roses. Of course if it were a real bed of actual roses, I would remove the rose petals leaving behind only the thorns. After all, every rose has its thorn, just like every night has its dawn just like every cowboy sings a sad sad song . . . But I digress. So back to the beach. As the tide rose and I remembered my sister and some random lyrics from Poison, I got distracted again and remembered the time that I ate a poisonous apple and nearly died until some prince kissed me and I woke up. Speaking of waking up . . . I guess I wasn’t really on the beach; it must have been some sort of Dream Vacation.