Topic: A game of Story Telling | |
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This game is simple, Continue the story relating/finishing to the previous post, and plz only 1-3 lines perpost, dont get ahead ^^
I will start, by setting up how the story will begin and telling of the characters and names that will be used, Setting- An old run down Building in the middle of a 100 achers of open feilds, and over 1000 miles away from the nearest city Characters- A younger boy named Steven, his younger sister Eliot, and there pet dog Shackles (if you would like to add characters feel free to) I wanted to put this as a Horror (but do as you like) The story will begin with the next person's Post (lets keep the story alive) |
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Seems not many have any good first lines yet, I guess I will try then,
Eliot...do you hear that? it sounds like a moan. What do you mean?, I dont hear anything...wait..no, I think I hear it. but it sounds more like a motor, maybe ther is someone outside. |
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a green rattletrap pickup slowly winds it's way up the hill. Eliot rushes to the window as it comes to stop in front of the barn.
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Edited by
CuriousinPhoenix
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Tue 01/29/08 08:25 PM
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Old man Griswald gets out of the rattle trap, he reaches into the bed of the truck and grabs a pitch fork and a burlap sack.
"I wonder what he is doing" whispered Steven. Just then the old man peered at the window where Eliot and Steven were watching from..... |
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Edited by
iceprincess
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Wed 01/30/08 07:06 PM
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he smiles a snaggle tooth smile exposing yellowed teeth from years of smoking. He lifts up the burlap sack allowing the boys to see the contents moving around inside. eliot draws back into the shadows whispering to steven "what do you think is in it?"
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They try to move quietly closer to inspect but just then.....
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The old man's glare becomes too much for the children and they duck below the window sil. Steven peers again and the old man is nowhere to be seen. Just then he hears the front door lock. . .
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tumblers turn and they hear the hinges creak as the door slowly opens. the boys frantically look around for a place to hide as....
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Mikeys Blow up doll enters, looking for a place to hide
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with mikey entering from behind not realizing what an ass he's made of himself as he has entered into the wrong story.
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The children realize that ther is no mikey. SHE was a figment of his imagination the whole time. lol.
Thought the doors are locked they hear a rumbelling from the back door. It first sounds like scrapeing but they realize it is the scampering of a very large number or rodents. possibly mice or rats. . . |
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