This is something i always enjoyed. Someone starts off a story. They get one post. Then next person picks up the story from where they left, ans do on.
the starter must clarify what the genre is. (fictional, dramatic, romance, scifi/horror).
Group Writing game.
This is something i always enjoyed. Someone starts off a story. They get one post. Then next person picks up the story from where they left, ans do on.
the starter must clarify what the genre is. (fictional, dramatic, romance, scifi/horror).
I figured i'd see who's interested, then have someone else start.
To quote one of my favorite pc games of all time...
START THE GAME ALREADY!
I'm not good at starting. someone else has to.
There's a similar one here. If you want to start a new one, someone should move this to Odd's Lane.
"People, especially children, aren't measured by their IQ. What's important about them is whether they're good or bad, and these children are bad." ~ Alan Bernard
"You needn't die happy when your day comes, but you must die satisfied, for you have lived your life from beginning to end and ka is always served." ~ Roland Deschain
That irritating robot dog has shit on the floor for the last time, Mrs. Jetson thought to herself as she began to look for the blowtorch.
Nevermind.
wooooooow. yeah i think I'll start then.
i figured this should be in Turtleback
Don't know what the genre is. depends how you put it.
An young man crossed Maple St. and turned and continued onto Red blvd. A car screeched to a stop in front of him and the man inside honked his horn and yelled at him. The young man gave the driver the bird and continued walking without a glance. A vagabond at the corner asked for some change. The young man pulled out his wallet and dropped it into his the homeless man's hand. He didn't think he'd need it now.
Im not great at writing but i do love this game, so ill give it a gosorry if i suck
He stopped outside a house with the number 19(sorry couldnt resist
"This must be the place" The man spoke to himself darkly.
He enterd the house not bothering to knock, his hand reached into his coat pocket as he walked into the house....
If you love me, then love me-Susan of mejis
See the turtle, aint he keen? All things serve the fucking beam-Eddie of NewYork
You burn prettily-Corwin of Amber
He pulled out the picture of her, when she was still young and beautiful. He wondered if she would recognize him, or be glad to see him. The house held the smell that old women's homes always have. Something freshly baked, and a sort of stale, sadness.
YOU MUST CHILL. I HAVE HIDDEN YOUR KEYS.
But mixed in those smells was something...he just couldn't put his finger on. Ignoring it, he asked her for ...
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
her hand. On her hand was an old Egyptian tattoo.
"You are Thoth?" He asks.
She yanks her hand away from him. "You have any doubts?"
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No need to bow, just hurry and get me my...
The answer is within
all matter is energy, all energy is GOD
Pocket book, what we will need is in there.
YOU MUST CHILL. I HAVE HIDDEN YOUR KEYS.
"okay, but wait out here. I don't want you coming into my house"
"Wouldn't dream of it"
The woman walked into the building, closing the door behind her. The man heard a door latch slid into place. That was fine, he thought, after what happened between them last year, he'd be worried if she wasn't suspicious.
After losing all her memories, she hadn't been the same, but he still felt that she was special to him.
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As special as one could feel about a woman
who left you without....
The answer is within
...even saying goodbye. He supposed it was his fault though, he was the one who was always too busy for her.
After a few minutes she returned to the door, pocketbook in hand. She'd tied a colorful scarf around her hair, and her green eyes were bright behind her thick glasses. "Let's go." She said.
A true firewasp ninja would never wear such a ridiculous sweater.
There's logic in nonsense.
Give me all the bacon and eggs you have.
He afforded the pocketbook a sardonic look. She found it irritating but didn't say anything.
"I don't think you'll be needing that were we're going."
"You aren't really thinking..." She retorted as she pulled open the bag to reveal a darkly shining .45 nestled snuggly amongst the usual contents of a woman's purse along with the artifact they would need to open the Portal.
"I do think I'll be needing this were we're going..." She said with a grin.
"Ah...alright then. Let's be off."
She stepped out and allowed the door to fall closed. She didn't bother to lock it. She walked past him as he politely stood to the side allowing her pass. He looked her up and down, admiring her form. Despite her age, she was still in excellent shape. Her movements were fluid and graceful. It was a good thing. Where they were going was no place for the frail.
As they climbed into the car, he gestured to the back seat. "Something for you."
She twisted in her seat and leaned over, grabbing the box he had indicated. Inside was a pancake holster and a shoulder holster. She looked at him curiously.
"Weapon's no good if you can't get to it in time," he said and winked. "So unless you want to shoot through that handbag, you'll probably want to switch to one of those."
It'll take a lot more than words and guns,
A whole lot more than riches and muscle.
The hands of the many must join as one.
And together we'll cross the river.
Puscifer, "The Humbling River"
She smiled knowingly. "I don't have need for your primitive type of weapons. I have a few cards up my sleeve including
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things that you wouldn't even be able to imagine."
He looked forward and started the car. She always did underestimate him, but this time he really did need them to work together and trust each other.
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