“I’m here on the scene of the Snowmageddalypse,” Biff Buffley said.

In the Weather Network control booth, Tammy shook her head. “Craig, we can’t see him.” (More)

Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.

Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include Slippers! and Toilet Paper. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….


Note: Today’s characters previously appeared in Winter Storm Snicker, Shutdown Storm Gooper, Winter Storm BeeBee, F-f-frigid-d-d, Severe Chocolate Event, and Tropical Storm Coochiecoo.


“It’s a whiteout,” Craig said, adjusting the lens of his camera. “You can’t see anything.”

Tammy sputtered a mouthful of hot cocoa. “You left Biff out there in a whiteout? The face and pecs and shoulders and biceps of our entire network is out there alone?”

Craig winced as Tammy’s voice cut through his headphones. “He’s not alone. Those women are here. Linda and Maura.”

“Their names are Melinda and Nora,” Tammy said. “And how did they get there?”

“How did you get here?” Biff asked.

Nora showed Biff her skis. “We left this morning.”

“You skied in this mess?” Biff asked.

“My phone has GPS,” Melinda said holding out her arm. “I put your location in and strapped it to my forearm.”

“Plus we got some help from a snow plow,” Nora added.

Melinda nodded. “It was like surfing.”


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