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Professor_Zoom and I challenged each other to write a short story that both began with the sentence "The sea was filled with angry monkeys." and contained the phrase "hairy ocean fruit." We made this challenge on monday, it is now wednesday, so our time has been limited. We have also not read each others stories. I look forward to reading his.

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So, this was an idea me and secular.mosh.pit. had, where we decided to try and write a short story. There was one main condition: We had to start the story with the sentence "The sea was filled with angry monkeys", and figure out the rest of it from there. The one other requirement was that the phrase "hairy ocean fruit" had to be used at least once in the writing. So, without further ado, here is what I hope you will see as an extremely bizarre piece of writing.

The ocean was filled with angry monkeys. Not just any monkeys, mind you, but angry ones. And you won’t like them when they’re angry. I should know. Pardon me, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Edward Fox, professional monkey fisherman. Now, when I said “angry monkeys”, I mean it. Normally they’re all docile, just floating peacefully in the waves like hairy ocean fruit, ready to be picked.

Not so when there’s a storm at sea.

It rolls around in my purse
I have to shuffle through the loose change,
Through my books
My cell phone
My lip gloss
My CD player
My college paperwork—
(Jeesh, how much crud do I have in here?)
To find the goods:
The wad of Green.

I try to smile,
But I know
It’ll be all gone after
My jacked up college tuition sucks it into the void.

But for now…
Shopping spree anyone?

"Hey! That's my sister!"
"Omigod, have you heard..."
So many people,
So many words,
"I don't like her outfit"
"What am I s'posed to say?!"
It's amazing how much there is,
That we have to say,
Sputtering, spouting out,
A pure river of words,
Some quiet, some loud,
And many unheard,
Most in meaningless chatter,
There's no doubt about it,
But honestly, how on earth,