Das Ding kursiert seit einiger Zeit in diversen US-Foren:
ZitatAlles anzeigen> Here's a prime example of "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus" offered by
an English professor from the University of Phoenix: The professor told his
class one day: "Today we will experiment 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 homework tonight, one of you will write the
first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph
and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then
add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy
to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on
back-and-forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to
keep the story coherent. There is be absolutely NO talking outside of the
e-mails, and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story
is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."
> The following was actually turned in by two of his English students: Rebecca
and Gary.
> THE STORY: (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 air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty
night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his
transgalactic 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 cockpit.
> (Rebecca)
> 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 hostilities
towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently
Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The
news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window,
dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, 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.
> (Gary)
> Little did she know, but she had less tha> n 10 seconds to live. Thousands of
miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its
lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the
Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a
defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy
the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian
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 entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The
President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor
off th> e coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which
vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President
slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to
veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"
> (Rebecca)
> This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing
partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.
> (Gary)
> Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered 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 F---ING TEA??? Oh no, I'm such an air headed bimbo who
reads too many Danielle Steel novels!"
> (Rebecca)
> A%%hole.
> (Gary)
> Bitch
> (Rebecca)
> F__K YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!
> (Gary)
> Go drink some tea - whore.
> (TEACHER)
> A+ - I really liked this one