In writer's workshops, we used to call these "Neverending Stories". Thought it would be cool to do one.
What you do is to leave the story at an unfinished point, and the next person picks up where you left off. It's fun.
I was running late. A full moon lit my path as I raced along the road, air burning in my lungs, but I was so sure that I would never make it.
I just knew that something was going to happen that night. But I never expected to meet...
(...Continue...)
I used to play this game in the playground at primary school a lot.
It can be fun but is unlikely to result in a very good consistent story.
:grin: Fun is good. :grin:
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...opened her eyes. She turned her head towards the bus shelter and whispered...
The queen of the moles was sitting on a great mole throne, made of leaves and raspberry gummy bears. As she heard me enter (because moles are blind) she stood up and grabbed a...
"By turning the page and hoping you're in soemone elses story" This golden voice of the sky came from the god of story telling. "
The great story god sighed and wished there were more months for him that were like November
... My mother, especially since she wasn't there when the story began.
She had the same raincoat on that she'd worn on my last birthday, which I found rather strange. It was supposed to be green but I couldn't see the colours so well in the dark.
But it was especially strange because it wasn't actually raining.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
(TENACIOUSCJ has a new AVATAR! Cool.)
His shirt was so bright that it burnt the backs of my eyes. I said "Why do you have a macaw on your shoulder?"
"Because I need him to write my songs for me," said Weird Al Yankovic. "What? You didn't think a human could come up with anything that WEIRD?"
Distracted by the receding sound of Weird Al's cries and the smell of toasty macaw, I did not think to try and right the plane until it had already started to dive.
(Did I miss the bit where the plane appeared?!) :$
But then did the Betrayal came as it became apartment why so many Daves existed across the world as dave the spawn of hell called his unholy legion of Daveness to join in
... with the mole people from an earlier installment. The attack of DeprAVEd mania reached the island within the day, where implanted microchips just behind their ears caused legions of Daves to march onto the beach.
They pulled off the upper layer of their faces, and revealed themselves to be...
"Eh?!" :? said I, believing for a moment that the army of Daves must have slipped me some peculiar but unknown drug or other. Especially as spinning, dischordant starscapes all around me make my head expand like some esoteric balloon.
:boom:
...Dipped them in a giant mug of cocoa and marshmallows, which had been specially engineered to explode at the appointed time.
purchased one for a nominal fee.
She took aim at the no doubt crazy arm grabbing NT, and squeezed the trigger. The next thing she heard was a strange fizzing noise...
(Stay tuned for the next gripping installment of Ongoing Story)
...Australis blazing in the horizon.
Soda popped and fizzled from the bottle, covering the furniture in glorious sticky foam.
until...
(cue dramatic music)
Mergatroyd spontaneously imploded for little to no apparant reason, creating a black hole of sorts. After watching the fridge being devoured by it, I decided to flee, but to no avail, I was already past the event horizon. I drifted slowly towards the singularity resigned to my fate, when suddenly everything flashed a shocking pink and I found myself stood in a...