Ok, Let's write a story. I will start of by writing a brief snip, then I will ask a question, related t that snip. You must responde to the question by writing, continuing the story with another snip, you must then ask a question related to your snip, then the next person must answer the question by continuing the story with another snip and a related question at the end, and so on.

For example:

First Poster: Hickory, ****ory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
What time was it?

Second Poster: The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down!
Hickory, ****ory, dock.
What color was the mouse?

Third Poster: As the grey mouse ran down the clock, he noticed a chunk of cheese in the corner.
what kind of cheese was it?


I'll start:

Tip, tap, tip, tap, the sound of the rain filled the quiet room. A bright flash of lightening filled the room with a brief flood of light. A loud crack and boom, swallowed the sound of the rain drops.
Was it night or day?

as the wind whipped horizontal rain through the broken trees that looked like claws grasping though deep charred colored rivers, the lone figure defied the onslaught... slowly, and deliberately he came as floating on his own fog, his malevolence moved him on. toward us he came....gliding through the broken stalks of corn from the previous year, dried and withered as he was, for he was........

for he was, struck by lightning then hit by a car while he was crossing the unseen street; the fog was thick you see. The car knocked the malevolent figure off his floating fog bank and over the side of a cliff where he was dashed onto the the rocks below. As the figure thrashed in the rushing tidal a speed boat happened by, his countenance was one of pure terror. The undertow sucked the man under the passing boat where he was greeted by the whirling blades...

...which sliced into his right arm. He was filled with terror, going into shock, he knew he would be dead soon. All of a sudden he heard the sound of a splash, but it was muffled, he figured in this last moment that his mind was firing off random thoughts in his head, he'd heard that could happen.

All of a sudden he felt hands on his arm. Was he just imagining it all? Was he having his final dream? He was pulled to the surface where he was greeted by a cool wind and air once again filling his lungs. He was only half conscious, but he felt a hand stroke his head, trying to sooth him and a woman's voice, which sounded like an Angel, saying "Hold on, please hold on... I've got you"...