At last week's Sizzling Book Club Chat, Elyssa gave us the link to a cover that was incredibly dull. I called The Most Boring Cover Ever. She called it “Real estate pron, I guess?” Have a look:
WHAT happened in Comfort Cove? Were all the people sucked up by alien spaceships? Holy crap, are Mulder and Scully or the Doctor going to show up any minute and fix this cover? Or is the basketball the protagonist, much like that beaver in that misguided Mel Gibson movie?
This is a mystery, and a perfect candidate for Caption That Cover. Your job: Caption It! The basketball? The houses? The trees? The clouds? Who knows? It's totally up to you – get crazy with the Cheez Whiz. Best caption wins a $25 gift card to the bookstore of the winner's choosing – and you're free to like and promote and congratulate effusively the captions you like best to try to sway my selection. Sway me, sway me like those frightening still trees on that cover.
You've got 48 hours: ready, set, caption… in Comfort Cove!
Swingers Alert – Come join us on Ticky Tacky Drive for Close Encounters and Alien Invasions. Bring your own balls, or play with mine.
I’m seeing it, but for some odd reason it reminds me of A Wrinkle of Time by Madelienei L’Engle scene where the people all play and do everything the same at the same time.
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It looked like a normal suburban neighborhood. The children ran in fear, scattering toys in their wakes, as the houses opened their small eyes, their mouths consuming the adults, cars and all. It was small comfort…
How I drove my parents crazy by bouncing the basketall off the garage for hours.
It should have been an ordinary day in an Ordinary Town as Tom and Julie stepped onto the road, Tom dropping the basketball he carried; both staring into the future of Ordinary Town twenty years from now…
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The day after the aliens came.
Fortunately, when the Rapture came, the basketball teams were playing in the Skins vs. Skins Subdivision Championship.
If I were picking the winner, this would be it. 😀 😀
In the empty wasteland of nuclear fallout, a lone basketball dreams of finding love again. Studded rubber hits the road in Centre Court.
Move over, John Irving – there’s another writer in town doing suburban basketball ass-fucking romance novels now, and she means business.
After many years the Stepford houses decided they had had enough. They banded together for annihilation. After they were done, nothing remained. A basketball hoop was planted in the middle of a driveway, much like a gravestone, as a reminder and also as a warning for the future.
After just five minutes in the breakroom, Jessica realized her choice of a camouflage cover for 50 Shades of Gray left a bit to be desired.
Spalding was never the same after Wilson was lost at sea.
50 Shades of Comfort
A Son’s Tale…of Kidnapping.
That basketball lying abandoned in the driveway? Creepy.
The town of Comfort Cove looked like a normal town until that fateful day when Julie discovered the real meaning behind the Realtor’s ‘sleeper community’ advertisement.
Bland boring Comfort Cove was a haven for Krista, a former stripper hiding in the Witness Protection Program from her vengeful murderous glue-sniffing bi-sexual former lover and boss, Quentin. Quentin was going to kill Krista for squealing to the feds; he was willing to travel to hell and back for revenge. Little did Krista and Quention know, Comfort Cove was Hell.
Comfort Cove—you can come, but you’ll never leave.
When the neighbors found out Jack and Sue hosted a Swingers club, everyone wanted to be included. They did not realize Jack and Sue had an actual swing set… in the backyard.
Who the hell cements a basketball net in the middle of the driveway like that?
Kevin turned the corner and stopped. His stepmother’s usual signal could only mean one thing-Dad was away, and it was time to play. The ball was in his court.
Everyone knew, everyone. Kids stopped playing, adults rushed home because one did not go out on the street when it was Howdy Doody Time.
(Reminded me of the scene in the last Indian Jones film when Harrison Ford is stuck in that little town about to be nuked)
It’s not Comfort Cove, it’s Cabot Cove and all the residents have been killed. Probably by Jessica Fletcher!
Only the basketball knew for sure…
#Bodysnatchers2012
Of course. IT happened in Comfort Cove. This must be IT/Meg Murray fanfiction.
IT was a disembodied brain just looking to bring order and discipline to the world… She was an unruly teen just looking for her family… Can two unlikely opposites find love in the perfectly identical streets of Comfort Cove, Camazotz?
There was a typo in the title. It really is…
The Son’s Tail
And It Haapened In Comfort Cove lets you know where you can get yours too!
The day the basketball hoop mysteriously sprouted up right in the middle of her driveway, Venus Davenport knew something had gone terribly wrong in Comfort Cove. Soon a badminton net was pushing up through the lawn of the Dentons’ house next door—- and across the street a set of football goal posts thrust through the Badger family’s front porch. It was just the beginning of the terrible Invasion of the Sports Equipment.
But when Venus meets the drop-dead gorgeous investigator from the Interplanetary Sporting Authority, Lance Meenow, she is smitten. With a build like that, how was she going to keep her eye on the balls . . . and avoid ending up with a sticky wicket?
Comfort Cove: Business in the front, party in the back.
When Valerie spotted Mack sneaking out of the Comfort Cove block party in the neighborhood park to go home and shoot some hoops, she knew it was her big chance to follow him and do some scoring of her own.
EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING!
Man, that was a great book.
the parents who said “Stop, stop, stop or I’ll say ‘Stop’ again!”
Hee!
Ha! Who knew Cat in the Hat Beginner Books were so successfully mockable!
What I want to know is why the pole for the basketball hoop is in the middle of the driveway. Don’t they plan to put their cars in the garage? My caption, “What were all the teens up to while the parents went to court to rid the neighborhood of the unsightly hoop?” This actually happened here last fall.
Find out what happens when the Stepford Wives meet Edward Scissorhands.
Comfort Cove was the most successful of the Soviet efforts to reproduce an All-American town in which to train their agents. Only Igor noticed that they’d put the basketball hoop in the wrong place. He was never heard from again.
Nets had always known he was different. Too tall, too skinny, entirely too obsessed with rounded orange things. The neighbors never could get over the scandal of his brass public displays of self-gratifying entertainment, just him and that ball. Nothing compared to hearing it smack hard against the ground… He was the talk of Comfort Cove, and it wouldn’t be a lie to say most of it was bad.
But he dreamed of more. Backed by his mother’s sturdy support and, let’s be honest, contemporary foundation, Nets knows his tale will take him far, far away from Comfort Cover—to a place where dreams are made.
More subtle hints having failed, her daughter-in-law put a basketball hoop in front of the garage door while her son was at work.
If you liked “The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street” by Rod Sterling, the man behind The Twilight Zone, you will love “A Son’s Tale.” Jamie Johnston and his friends were out playing a game of basketball when suddenly everything stilled. Cars stopped in the road, Ipods skipped like the oldest of vinyl records then died, computers shut off—all technology, and life as he knew it stopped. The silence was deafening, but Jamie knew what to do. He raced into his house to get his father, a retired Navy SEAL, head of the neighborhood watch, and recent widower.
Despite his son’s undying faith in him, Joe Johnston had no idea what he was doing. A confirmed luddite, he did the only thing he could do—found someone who could help. Enter Lissy Jordan, computer expert extraordinaire and UFO conspiracy theorist. Together, Joe and Lissy must fight off a horde of anti-technology aliens and fight for the love that neither of them had expected.
Someone really needs to write this now. Hell, I’d read it.