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 Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 12:33 pm
Okay, so the game is called the nightmare game.
Try to read the first post first.
arrow How the game works;;
The object of the game is to create a never ending horror story.
The first person writes one paragraph, about something that will turn into the story.
The second person writes another paragraph, continuing the last paragraph, made by the person before them.
The third person continues it, and then the fourth, fifth, sixth, and so on and forever.
You can not start a new story.
If one person writes a paragraph, and it's the last post on that thread, and two people at different computers type a continuing paragraph for that, and both of the posts are posted, the real story will be the first paragraph posted. The second one, will not be counted, for it was too late. :[
The least you can write is: 3 sentences.
The most you can write is: 10 sentences.
And anything in between those, 3-10, you can do.
Okay, so it's not too many things to know, right?
arrow Rules:
Follow TOS.
Try not to complain if someone's paragraph "Wasn't good enough to be in the story." We'll make it work.
Follow guild rules, and stuff like that.
Don't be stupid.
Have fun! :3
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 12:41 pm
--7:30PM--
Ginger, age 9, and Rebecca, age 11, were being baby sat by the girl their parents had hired, Renee. Renee was 17. The two children's parents were going out dancing, trying to have 'some time away from the kids.'
Ginger was the nerdy kind of kid, who got picked on, and only had a few friends. Rebecca was the most popular girl in her school, almost. She was embarassed to have a sister like Ginger, and in school, lies about them being related.
Ginger was reading a book, and Rebecca was rocking out on her iPod, watching MTV on mute, on the high def flat screen TV in the living room. they had one in every room, even the bathroom. Her family was filthy rich.
(I think that is 10. If it's more, sorry. :])
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 7:58 am
"Would you turn that blasted cacaphony of noise off, Becca? I'm trying to read here! And I must tell you...Great Expectations requires ALOT of concentration. Pip just got attacked by Orlick, the man who used to work for his brother-in-law. I think Herbert's going to save him though..."
"What do I care about your stupid nine-hundred-year-old soap opera, Ginge? I'll listen to what I want to. Just shut up and read your book."
"You guys...you could be a little bit sweeter to each other. I mean before you know it, Ginger, your sister will be off to college. Cherish her while she's here,"Renee coaxed. "The day this scum goes to college is the day that I see the neighbor's pot belly pig start flying around our front yard," Ginger replied, rolling her eyes.
(Sorry if that's more than ten. I could write a book already...I'm thinking we should incorperate Great Expectations for some reason. I have to read it this weekend, and even though it is old and by my enemy, Charles Dickens, I like it. (had to write an 11 page paper on him. That's why he's my enemy.))
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 3:27 pm
As Ginger continued to read her book the door bell rang, ding-dong. Renee went to get the door, she opened the door and there stood a guy with a cap holding a box of pizza and on top of that box of pizza was a receipt and also a letter. The pizza guy gave Renee the box of pizza and before Renee could tell the pizza guy that they hadn't order any pizza, he was gone. Renee looked at the letter and read it, it was from Ginger and Rebecca's parents they had ordered pizza for them. So Renee called the girls to eat the box of pizza.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 6:07 pm
-----"Pizza? All right!" Rachel pushed her way past Ginger, to Renee and the pizza box.
-----"You know, it wouldn't kill you to be a little more polite to your sister, Rachel," Renee stated, having noticed that poor Ginger had almost fallen down.
-----"Pfft, like a nerd like her deserves politeness." Rachel stuck her tongue out at her sister.
-----"Thanks anyway, Renee. But emo-rocker-wannabes like Rachel don't understand civility." Ginger shot her sister a look, then readjusted her glasses.
-----Renee sighed. "I wish you kids would get along. My job would be so much easier..."
(That's 11 sentences. Sorry. sweatdrop And it's not one paragraph like it's supposed to be... It bugs me to write things all clumped together. Is it okay to have a lot of small paragraphs like I just did?)
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 6:35 pm
"Well, if your job was easy, our parents wouldn't be paying you as much as they do would they?!?" A strip of scarlet inched over Renee's face while a smirk crossed over Rachel's. "Rachel, could you just TRY to not be a prat, just....once?!" "Sure I could, and then you could try not to be such a bookworm NERD every friggin' second!" "Girls please, lets just eat the pizza without fighting! Could we try and accomplish that?"
(unison)- "FINE!"
Both girls furiously yanked back their chairs and dropped dead weight into the seat.
*Hope that was ok. It was kind of on the fly, sorry if people don't like it.*
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 8:40 pm
(-proceeds into nightmaring-)
With only a little bickering more, the night managed to proceed as usual. Ginger took an evening shower and Rebecca took to utilizing her usual facial creams and gels that kept her porcelain skin looking radiant, much to the arrogance of the older sibling. By the time it was time for bed, the two were too busy pretending to ignore each other to care what the other might be doing: a severe change from what went on by day.
Long after Rebecca went to sleep, though, Ginger was lying under the projected tent (propped up by stuffed animals and lighted by a booklight) on her bed, avidly engrossed in a new book. Ginger, the only one left awake, never heard the light tip-tap of footsteps through the backyard, the footsteps that scurried across the concrete of the back patio or the shallow breathing that throatily and quietly rushed unevenly under her window. And although she didn't hear the bedroom door finally inch open, she did pause in her reading, tilting a now alert ear to the side at a faint scuffling on the floor only feet away.
"...'Becca?" Ginger cleared her throat, swallowing a dry knot.
(That's like.. 8 sentences. I think. Maybe less. o_o YAY SCARYNESS! )
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 4:42 am
Silence. "Miss Renee?" Silence. "Who is it?" Dead Silence.
She heard the creaking of a floorboard. It wasn't just her dreaming.
Then another. Then another. Footsteps. Gradually louder and louder.
She felt a tickle down her spine as she slowly and shakily lowered the open book to her lap, not blinking an eye as she looked blankly into space. "Mom? Dad? Ugh...Rachel? Don't tell me you are trying to trick me into believing that you are a murderer because you obviously-"
Then she was silenced by a sudden thrust of a pillow over her small running mouth...
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 7:46 pm
Ginger thrashed about as much she could, or at least as much as her frail stalk body would allow. From beneath the dark pillow, the smell of chloroform polluted the air as well as the child's lungs and thoughts. It wasn't but seconds before there was a banging on the other side of the wall, "Ginger, shut the hell up you brat! Some people need their beauty sleep." And this was coming from a girl who hadn't even hit puberty, maybe had the start of a chest, and not once experienced the full effect of breaking out in acne. As if that triggered it, the 'struggle' that Rachael had thought to have been hearing had stopped. Permanently? She didn't care. As long as her younger, less beautiful, way less popular, sister was quite... Then again, it wasn't like Ginger to ever cause an uproar just to annoy Rachael... As if knowing the antsy sister would most definitely show a hint of curiosity towards her wallflower of a sister's actions, the mysterious lurker let the hall light penetrate through the cracked open door and show a gleam on what could have been made out to be a perilous object; perhaps a knife.
(I know.. lame ending... But! It leaves a more open entrance for the next <33 Oh oh!! Take out the babysitter!!!!! x333)
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 1:58 am
Renee heard the footsteps clearly. She was a light sleeper and could be woken very easily. "Rachel? Ginger? What are you doing in here? Please speak. Was it a nightmare? Are you alright? I can't help you if you don't talk to me."
(Writer's block gonk )
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XxAcid_Dipped_WafflesxX Crew
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 9:45 pm
((yay creepy stories))
Renee got up out of her bed and slowly greeped to the door. What had been shouts from Rachel and noise from Ginger, was now silence. She opened the door with a small squeek of the door hinges. "Rachel? Ginger?" Her voice was filled with fear as she walled out into the hallway. It was dark and she was walking blindly through the hall until something wet and warm touched her foot.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 3:05 am
((Hey, we've barely just begun, and we're running low on victims! That will not do. We need more people to add to the slaughter! xD ))
Renee took out her cell phone and speed dialed her boyfriend Alex. As she tip-toed over the black, oily substance, she heard his bright, cheerful voice come over her end of the connection.
"Hello, this is Alex."
"Alex! Something is going on with the..."
"I'm not available right now..."
Suddenly, Renee was tossed back violently, knocking the cell phone from her delicate hands. Renee hit the wall and slid down, her hand slipping into the dark puddle on the floor, and upon closer inspection, realized the liquid was blood!
"But if you'll just leave a message I'll get back to you as soon as I can..."
Rachel screamed as the murderer ripped into her, tearing her insides and tossing them this way and that. The phone finished recording the grisly message, and with one last look to the scene of his crime, the man turned to leave, crushing the small phone underneath a pitch black bootheel.
((I'm proud of myself, bloodshed and gutsmearing in ten easy sentences. Sorry to turn it into a murder mystery type thing though. gonk ))
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 8:00 pm
"Man, that was an awesome movie." Alex said, walking down the street to his house. "Oh, I forgot to turn my cell phone back on... hmm? A voicemail from Renee...." He put the phone up to his ear, and started whistling a merry tune. Then he suddenly stoped. His mouth hung open, his face was pale, and his hands were shaking. "That... that sounded like... like someone was... being killed. Oh my god... Renee!!!" He quickly speed dialed her. "Come on... come on, answer! Oh my god... this better be some kind of joke... oh my god..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 11:05 pm
Alex smacked his friend Paul, (who was currently necking with his sleazy girlfriend, Claire,) in the shoulder.
"Cut that out, dude. I think Renee's in trouble!"
"And we should care why?" asked Claire, smearing her lipstick on Paul's shirt.
"I have to see if she's alright!" Alex said, gripping the phone in a white-knuckle grip.
"Just call the police." Paul said, giving Alex an annoyed look.
"What if they don't get there in time? I think we should go."
Paul gave a heavy sigh. "Fine, let's go."
"Aw man..." Claire whined. "This better not end up like one of those stupid babysitter thrillers. I hate scary movies!"
((I hope Claire was annoying enough for you to want to do her some damage. xD ))
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 6:46 am
Alex, Paul, and Claire quickly walked to the house, with Claire whining every step of the way. They reached the front yard, but then Alex stopped. "Claire, shut up for a minute! Look, theres no lights on." Paul shrugged. "So? Maybe she put the idiot kids to bed. I mean, dude, look at the time." "Maybe..." Alex said slowly. "But she would still be awake, right? So there would at least be one light left on.... come on. Were going to sneak into the house. Something weird is going on, and I don't like it."
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