h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

If everybody writes a paragraph, we will eventually have a wee story. Iv started it so lets see where it goes from here.


Many days had passed, and still the shop remained silent. Only the
occasional squeak from the sign, blowing in the wind outside, broke the
silence. "how did it come to this?" Mildred said to herself, "My god, it's
so quiet I'm even speaking to myself" she exclaimed. Yet, as she spoke to
herself the events of last week were still fresh in her mind.


It was on a Friday afternoon, when the strange gentleman had entered
the shop. Instantly she recognised him as Professor Finkz, a local inventor
that lived just slightly out of town. He was a shy individual, who rarely
socialised with the other folk in the town. He liked it that way, he didn't
bother anybody, and nobody bothered him. Many rumours went around the town,
the children used to say he had killed his family, and ate them. Of course
the adults would rubbish this silly talk, and say he's just a quiet man.

"It's always the quiet ones."
Sherrif Boinkle entered the room answering her questioning mind.

Mildred suddenly realised she had still been talking out loud. Their eyes met and without saying another word

there was a dark silence in the room, Sherif Boinkle walked over to the crisps. Mildred watched him rumage through the crisps for a packet of Ready salted; He always liked them the best.

"It's always the salted ones", thought Boxer looking up at Sherriff Boinkle. Boxer couldn't understand the man's love for salt. And potatoes weren't something Boxer liked much either, unless they were mashed with lots of creamy butter and milk. Generally he preferred red meat and raw if the Sherriff wasn't quick.

Boxer considered humping Mildred's leg

"just the crisps please mildred" said the sherrif, "I'd get me some beer but after the events of last week, im cutting back". Mildred smiled shyly at the sherrif as she handed him back his change. "well that'll be me now off to the station, see ya later mildred" "ok" said Mildred. Why didnt i say something more, she thought to herself.

At the precise moment the door closed behind sherrif, or at least what seemed the precise moment, and in time to the slight tinkle of the shop door's bell, a sudden yet quiet noise startled Mildred.
She swung round, from the door, and scanned the rear of the shop looking to where she supposed the noise had come. Nothing. There was nothing to see, nothing moved. She stood thus for a few moments, looking over the shop, its shelves of canned food, selection of various hardware items, and packets, sweets and other various products, till her eyes rested apon the bin, which moments previous Sherrif had rummaged through in search of crisps.
Yes, she didn't know how she knew, but she knew, the noise had come from teh bin of Crisps.

In a very cautious manner Mildred made her way over to the Crisps bin. As she approached the bin she heard the noise again, this time, it startled her, Mildred thought wher have I heard that noise before? She slowly paced the yards on the crips bin and peered inside.