A “Choose Your Own Adventure” Post

Remember “Choose Your Own Adventure” books? Well, this is a little experiment I’ve always wanted to try. I’ve written a scene – all you have to do is read it, and then choose where the story goes next. So play along and leave your choice in the comments section below.

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“I’ll take a Super-Eight and three $5 Bingos,” the woman mumbled to the boy behind the register. He looked to be about 18. His ears were pierced and the holes stretched to the size of a nickle, filled with a clear circle. He stared at her for an extra moment, chewing his gum in wide, loping movements.

“Everything okay?” she asked him.

“Fine,” he said, shrugging, slowly pulling three tickets from the plexi-glass case, then turning to the Super-Eight machine.

“You got numbers, or you just want whatever?”

She pulled a small slip of paper from her pocket. It looked like the torn off corner of a page from one of those yellow lined notebooks. She slid the paper across the counter. It stuck to a missing dog poster that had been taped there for eight months. The clear tape edges around the golden retriever’s face were black.

1 – 2 – 4 – 7 – 9 – 11 – 12 – 31

The boy sighed, picked up the paper, and typed in the numbers.

He handed the lady her ticket. A hemp bracelet hung so loosely around her wrist that she had to keep grabbing it and gyrating her arm to move it up.

She put a $100 bill on the counter. The boy gazed at her with a bland look of disinterest.

“Can’t take that.”


“I can’t take that,” he said, this time with invisible ellipses between each word.


“Not allowed to take $100 bills.”

“I don’t know if I have anything else.”

He shrugged.

She checked her pockets, finally pulled a lone credit card from her jeans, handed it to him, and raised her eyebrows as if to say, “Is this good enough?” But she didn’t actually say anything.

As he ran the card she started humming an eerie-sounding tune.

“I don’t like your ears,” she said quietly.

He pulled the receipt from the machine and handed her back the card without checking the signature.

“I said, I don’t like your ears.”

“I know. I don’t really care,” he said.

“It freaks me out. Seeing right through you.”

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The buzzer wasn’t working, and the door wasn’t locked, but she still pulled out her key, inserted it, and let herself in to her apartment building. She took the elevator up to the fifth floor – it groaned and wheezed like an old man getting out of bed. The apartment was small, but she didn’t need much space.

The place was freezing cold. Her keys hit the table with a sliding ching, and she dropped her bag on a chair in the corner. Someone had left the window open, and cold air poured in. This did not seem strange to her, even though she lived alone.

Before closing it, she peered down at the alley below: dark, motionless, further away than anything else in the world. Then she slammed the window shut, rattling the glass.

The stove was so clean, it looked like it had never been used. She filled a pot and put it on to boil. The kitchen sort of blended into the living room, and she found the remote control lying on top of the microwave. After three attempts the remote turned on the television.

A game show was ending. As the credits rolled in the bottom right hand corner, the main part of the screen was filled with the image of an old man pulling lottery balls. She glided to her small sofa and sat on the edge. For the first time that day, she moved with purpose. She pulled the hemp bracelet up from where it was slipping off.

The first three numbers had already been revealed, their identities posted at the top of the screen:

1 – 2 – 4

Confusion filled her face, as if her mother had just punched her in the stomach.

The next number came up:


She kind of shook her head, then stood up and scuttled over to her bag, began rooting through it as if it contained a live grenade that had to be discarded.  She finally turned it upside down and shook it. She heard the man on the television say the next number in his fake, “you are sure to be the winner” voice.


She couldn’t find the ticket.


Her body went numb. The only thing she could feel was the dry sensation of her tongue cleaving to the roof of her mouth.


Then she remembered. The small, cell phone compartment on the shoulder strap of her bag. The place she never put anything. She unzipped it in a frenzy. There it was: the ticket. She thought she might hyperventilate. She fell to a sitting position and closed her eyes, braced her hands against the cold linoleum of her kitchen floor. The man’s voice called out the final number.

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This is where you get to choose what happens next:

1 – The voice calls out the number 31

2 – The voice calls out the number 32

3 – The power in the building goes out

4 – Someone enters the room and she can’t hear which number is called

5 – Unable to handle the stress she turns around and jumps out the window

Make your selection in the comments section before Friday, midnight. And tune in next Wednesday, when I’ll continue the story based on the most popular option…

(If you’ve never commented here before, it may not show up immediately. Rest assured. This is not the 2000 election. Your vote will count.)

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24 Replies to “A “Choose Your Own Adventure” Post”

  1. The last number is called…it’s a 31. She collects her winnings and gives some to the guy behind the register. She finds out that he had his ears pierced that way due to an infection that scarred both ear lobes. She moved out of the crappy apartment with the bad loose window and quite her job waiting tables. Now lives in a tiny, tiny cottage with a loft overlooking the ocean and volunteers her time all day. :-) sorry didn’t like my choices.

      1. LOL, I was just being a smart butt and trying to make you laugh. The idea of running away with your story amused me. Helen’s funeral was today and I was occupying my mind. :-) I have a few more ideas if you want to hear them.

  2. Number 4 is the easy write, but then you still have to decide if the number is right or not. While it would be interesting to see the persons reaction to winning and how it dramticly changes their life, I personaly think the better story is the more common story. Off just by one number, the let down and desperation of losing once again. How can this change or effect their life. Have them win morally by growing and learning from losing.

  3. I’m all about the #3 option. You can still use all the other options off of that one as well. Great idea. Consider yourself retweeted my friend.

  4. 3 or 4.though how the story would progress from 5 would be interesting (assuming she didn’t just die)

  5. I’d have to say 4, but then you still need to know if she won or not…..I’m so torn……UGH!!!! I don’t think my nerves can handle the stress of choosing! :)

  6. #3 – I want you to choose if she wins or not…this essentially leaves the ball in your court. Otherwise I feel like my mom; if she doesn’t like the ending of a movie she closes her eyes for a second, opens them, and then announces how the movie just ended in her mind. The main character never dies, the guy always gets the girl, and Jenny beats cancer and her and Forest live happily ever after. Cheapens it a bit eh??

  7. #3. But this will be like a good old-fashioned choose your own adventure where you can go back and read the other endings if you don’t like the one you followed the first time, right?

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