Nano Poblano Blog Hop Story

Hello fellow bloggers

Fishy over at Fish of Gold had a great idea. It’s a great way for everyone participating in Nano Poblano to meet each other. She started a story and all who are tagged will add a few sentences and we’ll see how it ends up! Jackie who was tagged first thinks someone may spot it and want to publish it and we’ll all be famous! (I hear you Jackie and I’ll dream with you). Everyone participating in Nano Poblano will get a chance to add to the story she started. Read the official R&R on the original  Fish of Gold blog post.

I was tagged second by Jackie from To Breathe is to Write  Being second is a wonderful thing. I get to help  build the foundation of the story.  I added my sentences and passing it on to an excited and cheerful writer…..Not A Punk Rocker  she can add hers and choose the next Nano Poblano participant she wishes to pass it onto.

Sounds like whole lot of fun for us writing lovers? (plus it counts as a daily post, win win!) I can’t wait to see how this story turns out.

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Nano Poblano Blog Hop Basics:

Add a new post on your blog with these rules, the story so far, and who’s been tagged.
Title and tag the post as Nano Poblano Blog Hop Story.
Add at least two sentences to the story.
Pick another Pepper to tag (preferably one who hasn’t already been tagged).
Add a link to your chosen Pepper’s about page to the Tagged list below.

The Story:

Edward walked into the hotel lobby just as the sun began to light up the city. He dragged a large, heavy trunk to the reception desk and rang the bell.

As he waited for someone to answer the bell, he tried to calm his breathing and wiped his sweaty brow with his coat sleeve. He heard a soft thud from the trunk and jerked his head towards it. His eyes had just a touch of fear in them as he listened for any other sounds. He never meant for things to go this far.

when the concierge emerged from the door behind the registration desk  Edward stood up straight and tug on the lapel of his coat and says, “Er.” The concierge huffs and says, “Yes, may I help you?” Edward clears his voice and stutters out, “Mr. Maddox told me to deliver this trunk here for him.” Before the concierge could respond Edward abruptly turns and quickly runs out the door.

 

Tagged:

Fish Of Gold
To Breathe is to Write
SilentlyHeardOnce
Not A Punk Rocker