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Here' s a prime example of "Men Are
From Mars, Women Are From Venus"
offered E an English professor from
the University of Phoenix:
The professor told his class one day: "Today we will ex-
pediment with a new form called the tandem story.
The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the
person sitting to his or her immediate right. As home-
work tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph
of a short story. You will email your partner that para-
graph and send another copy to me. The partner will
read the first paragraph and then add another para-
graph to the story and send it back; also sending an-
other copy to me. The first person will then add a third
paragraph, and so on .
Remember to rebread what has been written each time
in order to story coherent. There is to be ate
solute's NO talking outside of the and any-
thing you wish to say must be written in the email.
The story is over when both agree a con-
cousion has been reached."
The following was actually turned in by two of his
English students:
Rebeca and Gary.
first paragraph by Rebecca)
At first, Laurie couldn' t decide which kind of tea
she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her
favorite for lazy evenings at home. now reminded
her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier
times, that he liked chamomile.
But she felt she must now. at all costs. keep her
mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating,
and if she thought about him too much her asthma
started acting up again. so chamomile was out of
the question.
second paragraph by Gary)
Meanwhile. Advance Sergeant Carl Harris. leader of
the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4,
had more important things to think about than the
neuroses of an bareheaded asthmatic bimbo named
Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night
over a year ago. "AS. Harris to Gasstation 17." he
said into his transatlantic communicator. " Polar
orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But
before he could sign off a bluish particle beam
flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through
his ship' s cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent
him flying out of his seat and across the ####pit.
He bumped his head and died almost immediately,
but not before he felt one last pang of regret for
psychically brutalizing the one woman who had
ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth
stopped its pointless hos ties towards the peace-
ful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Per-
parently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie
read in her newspaper one morning. The news -
excited her and bored her. She
stared out the window, dreaming of her youth,
when the days had passed unhurriedly and care-
free, with no newspaper to read, no television to
distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at
all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one
lose one' s innocence to become a woman?" she
pondered wistfully.
Little did she know. but she had less than 10 sec-
ands to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the
Anu' Adrian mothership launched the first of its
lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted wimpy
percent's who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace
disarmament Treaty through the congress had left
Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien em-
pires who were determined to destroy the human
race. Within two hours after the passage of the
treaty the Anu' Adrian ships were on course for
Earth. carrying enough firepower to pulverize the
entire planet.
With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated
their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile en-
tared the atmosphere unimpeded. The President,
in his mobile submarine headquarters
on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam. felt the
inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized
poor, stupid Laurie.
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of
literature. My writing partner is a violent, chaffin-
istic adolescent.
Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a
tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the
literary equivalent of Valium. " Oh. shall I have
chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of
FAKING TEA??? Oh no, what am Ito do? I' m such an
air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle
Steele novels!“
In your dreams, Ho. Go drink some tea.
I really liked this one.
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