Saturday -5minutefreewrite (co-written with @brisby)

Before I begin! You should know that this was made a little differently than usual. This used one of my favorite means of writing: co-writing. It's how all writing should be. Not a solitary occupation. 100 brains are better than 1. I wrote this with @brisby, and another, which @brisby will post. I'll link it here. Here it is: https://steemit.com/freewrite/@brisby/saturday-w-improv-freewrite-100th-day

For: https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-100-freewrite-history-and-a-contest-of-sorts

Jennifer, the tallest woman in North America, had just finished her Wheaties when out of nowhere, a television came crashing through her living room window. She rushed into the room and saw that an extension cord was ...

Hanging down over the sill. The glass shards were scattered about on the floor, and nothing good was on the set. The very last thing that she was looking forward to was having to clean up all of that mess before ...

mimosas. This was to be a day of frivolity. She was meeting with a modeling agent to show off how very tall people could reach the highest shelves in a new design of Ikea furniture. And the agent was buying the mimosas. There was a glass shard sticking out of the ...

couch cushions that had to be taken care of before she left. 20 minutes was not enough time. Rushing from the room, Jennifer quickly grabbed the dustpan and the bin, and a wet rag, then set to work. 5 m...

inutes later. The house looks worse than when she began. This was no random TV throwing. TVs were flying through all her windows. Someone was sending her a message. She ran outside. There was a man in a pickup truck… How she hadn’t heard...

the noise was beyond her. Why would he be throwing TVs through her window? Wait...it was Saturday morning...Terry! Terry knew about her meeting with the agent and Terry had always been jealous of how tall Jennifer was. The man in the truck must have...

been in love with Terry. Terry was there. There, behind the man. The man was also named Terry. They were both there, trying to say something. It was hard to hear over the crashing of the TVs….”I’m ….not…. Jealous…. I’m just trying to warn you! This agent you’re...

going to see takes advantage of the girls! They promise them that they will be advertising furniture but then they are on a jar of pickles! Nobody wants to hire the pickle girls. So many have had their dreams crushed and I don’t want you to be one of them! Tall girls...

get short shift in this world. Shrift, I mean. Listen, Jennifer, you’re a smart person. You can do anything you set your mind to. You can also model anything. I want you to know, though, that I think the best place for you is on TV. that’s why with all these tvs you know? I wanted to make...

it clear to you that I think you’re wonderful!” Jennifer was shocked, speechless. She never knew that Terry (and didn’t know the other Terry) felt that way! Here she was, all this time, thinking that it was jealousy in her eyes instead of friendship. Violent, TV throwing...

FRIENDSHIP, JUST LIKE @BRISBY AND I HAVE.