Beep beep beep beep beSLAM Jeremiah’s fist became intimately acquainted with the recently functional alarm clock, enjoyed a brief fling, and then broke her heart. “UUURGH, Monday! Every damn week it’s the same thing!”

A brief shave, shower, and breakfast later, with intermittent grumbling, Jeremiah was dressed and standing on his front porch. “Friggin’ waste of a day…” He took the four steps down from the porch in one beautiful leap, turning professionally on his axis in midair, stretching out his limbs with the precision of a Russian gymnast, and finally landed gracefully, his buttock giving a signature hug to the once blooming azaleas.

“Oh my goodness, Jere! Are you okay?!”

To play, sequel with the next part of this story. Fill in who said the last line, and what you think should happen next! If someone else sequeled already, lay yours next to theirs anyway – the more the merrier! Make sure to leave your sequel open ended, or give a choice at the very end. Now go and choose your own adventure!