Teresa came up with another Finish the Story prompt. She handed it over to Jay-Lyn, who then tossed it to Rory, who then threw it at me. So here goes, starting at the beginning.

Here’s how Teresa – The Haunted Wordsmith got things started:

Gusty Gulch was named, well, because it was in a gulch and it was always windy. You can’t go up there and expect to have a good hair day – ever. Every day would start out the same, with a light southern breeze, then pick up by lunch, and by dinner the winds would howl through what few trees there were. Most of the town’s trees blew away during the storm of ’18.

Lizzy sat at the window and watched as the evening wind brought life into her quiet street. First there were a few birds that decided it would be best to cling to the ground rather than try to fly in that mess. Then came the tumbleweeds that blew in off the plateau. She chuckled remembering the time they decided to have a tumbleweed convention at her school – the school was closed for three days while the Gusty Gulch Fire Department cleaned it up.

Suddenly, she squinted her eyes and pressed her nose against the window. It can’t be, she thought. “Nah. Is it?”

“Is it what, dear?” her mother asked from the kitchen where she was busy drying the supper dishes.

Lizzy gasped and covered her mouth as another one appeared…then another. “Mom! Come look at this quick! You’ll never believe what just blew in!”

Her mother set the pot down and walked toward Lizzy wiping her hands with the drying towel. “What is it — OH GOOD LORD! Marv! MARV! Come look at this!”

Second: Jay-Lyn – The Wonderful and Wack World of One Single Mum;

Lizzy could hardly contain her excitement. Never had anyone survived the climb up and through the gulch. But coming along the street becoming larger and larger as he drew near, was a boy? But no boy could have survived the climb, the winds, the nothingness. Her eyes grew larger and suddenly unable to contain herself any longer, threw open the door and ran into the street.

Planting herself firmly in the middle of the stranger’s path, Lizzy set hands to hips and waited. As he sauntered along she took in his appearance. Tallish, slim build, brown hair that in places was a lighter shade. Closer he came, until he stood in front of her staring at her with luminescent green eyes. Her breath caught in her throat and Lizzy felt her face flush red.

“Hello,” she stammered. “I am Lizzy. How did you get here?”

“The ship dropped me at the precise location where the winds are a force lessened as it spreads itself out. How did you get here?”

Lizzy stared at him head cocked to the side as she contemplated the absurdity of his speech.

“I was born here. Where were you born?”

“You were born here? On this planet I mean?” incredulous the boy stared at her. “No one has ever been able to gain a foothold in the atmosphere but now that the sentient being is falling to sleep the winds have begun to lessen.”

Lizzy’s mouth dropped open. What was he talking about?

Third: Rory from a Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepip

Lizzy was trying to fathom what this boy with those fantastically dazzling eyes, and handsomely good looks was … no stop that Lizbeth right this minute! More importantly who was he? “The sentient being is falling asleep?” Was all she found herself saying.

The boy looked at her and smiled, “Yes of course, who else? So going back to what you said, you are of this planet, as in really?”

“This planet, as in Gusty? Yes, l told you, l was born here, that’s my house back there behind me, where l live with my parents and my Brother.

“Parents … Brother … mmm, so you still use those terms then to describe your clans folk?”

“Clans folk? Look, seriously now – how did you get here, who is the sentient being, how do they lessen the wind and what do you mean ship?”

“So many questions,” the boy still looking at Lizzy said, shaking his head.”So your speech, the way you deliver your voice to me, is this the only way you can communicate?”

“The only way? Well we have phones you know, and people speak to each other, so yes?” Lizzy answered, now totally baffled.

“Right, that is interesting. When Kleidox 17^Urk asked me to visit here, I didn’t get the impression you couldn’t communicate properly. I was of the belief that you were more advanced. I don’t like communicating this way, and my Translilcator struggles with this, which is quite extraordinarick.”

“Extraordinarick? Don’t you mean extraordinary?” LIzzy asked, still none the wiser!

“I don’t know, but okay l will take your words for it.” Green eyes answered. “Is this it, all there is to your planet, l mean it’s all a bit well, ugly and isolated isn’t it?”

“What? Look l really have to insist, and find myself now speaking on behalf of Gutsy Gulch but who are YOU, and what do you want? Really?” Lizzy demanded now stretching up to her full height of five feet and seven inches, and in so doing noted that this newcomer, had to be close to six and half feet! Her neck was starting to feel the strain of looking up at him!

“Okay, my name is Klattunichiox 23^^ and my serial number is ^**G54^^t8, but as you are a bit less than l thought you can just call me Klatt! From my understanding of your primitive communication you are Lippy, or Likky or Lixxy or something. How l got here was simple, Ship Kjhg94 third Sector Transporter dropped me off on the 5th wind and l glided with the aid of my portal mirror down to this ugly place. I am here on a gathering mission for resources for my own Sphere Jugglodonix 657 of the Outer Saturnus Orbs. However, judging by your ever widening eyes, l am here on a visit to see if this planet has got anything valuable to take back home with me where upon l can approach Kleidox 17^Urk with a view to partial inhabitation for other Jugglods whilst taking a much needed break from their daily taskings. What species are you by the way?” Klatt asked.

OH no, Lizzy thought to herself, this Klatt fellow is another tourist! “I am a Zyphodian, and before you say anything more Klatt we were here first and we don’t need any Jugglods or whatever your species is coming in and moving on our turf for “holidays,” Lizzy shouted now feeling quite serious.

“I have got orders to terminate any resistence you know?” Klatt said with a smile on his face and his left hand slowly reaching for his ….

To be continued by Britchy of Bitchin in the Kitchen… but Britchy can’t sooooooooooooo my next choice is going to be mmm, pondercating here … someone with a warped sense of humour and the observational talent of the wild and wacky! Okay got it – although he may not agree lmao!!

And Rory’s second choice was none other than Fandango, and that is me. So having received the consolation prize, here goes part 4.

Lizzy’s eyes suddenly turned red and before Klatt could remove his weapon from its holster, Lizzy shot a laser beam from her eyes that burned Klatt’s hand right off.

“What the fl^rk!” Klatt exclaimed.

“You think we Zyphodians are weak and helpless, don’t you, Klatt?” Lizzy said. “Well, we are not a species to be trifled with and I suggest that, if you know what’s good for, you best march right back to the gulch and transport yourself back to Jughead, or whatever stupid planet you came from.”

But before Lizzy could get out her next word, the sky turned pitch black.

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Okay, enough from me. I’m going to hand this over to The Dark Netizen to see where he’ll take it.