“What are you?” Corners asked.

“I think I’m a face,” Round said. “Or maybe a kernel of popcorn.” (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 Nothin’ and Candidate Fzyzyx. 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….


“I started as a box,” Corners said. “But now I think I’m a pile of ice cubes.”

“Ice cubes don’t stay in piles,” Triangles interjected. “They melt.”

“Real ice cubes melt,” Corners agreed. “I don’t think ice cube doodles do.”

“They could,” Round offered, “if I were over there. Instead I’m up in this corner, smiling. Or maybe popping.”

“Well I’m an Imperial TIE Fighter,” Triangles said proudly. “From that movie.”

“You look more like a beehive,” Round said. “If you were an Imperial TIE Fighter, you’d have one of me in your middle.”

“If I were a beehive,” Triangles objected, “I’d have lots of you, in sets of three. For the bees.”

“Maybe you’re the floorplan for a beehive,” Corners suggested.

“Hah!” Triangles rebutted. “Bees don’t use floorplans.”

“Doodle bees might,” Rounds said. “Like doodle ice cubes don’t have to melt.”

Star cleared his throat. “At least I know what I am. I’m the star.”

“And I’m his glow,” Lines added.

Round looked at Corners. “They’re very proud of that.”


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